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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Dragon_Ball
  Relationship:
      Bra_Briefs/Son_Goku
  Character:
      Bra_Briefs, Son_Goku_(Dragon_Ball), OC_-_Character
  Additional Tags:
      Threats_of_Violence, Implied/Referenced_Rape/Non-con
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      Published: 2017-12-26 Updated: 2018-02-17 Chapters: 14/? Words: 84668
****** The Mark That Binds Us ******
by LilyofTheValleys
Summary
     The Earth is suddenly attacked by some technologically advanced
     Saiyans and all of the Saiyan warriors of Earth are either killed or
     captured. Bra Briefs is taken away and sold as a pleasure slave to
     the male slaves who are given the role of gladiators. Among them, is
     Son Goku, the strongest of the gladiators.
Notes
     I swear to God, this is really nerve wrecking to post. For one, I
     know Goku/Bra is a pairing that isn't popular at all. For another,
     I'm writing in first person POV which is something I find really
     challenging. For another, I have never posted anything on AO3 yet.
     I've always ever been active on ff.net so this is a completely new
     platform I'm working on. But, dammit all to hell, I can't help but
     want to write this story out. It was in my head for a good three
     months and I just needed to get it out of my system. I still can't
     figure out everything completely but at least I see where this story
     is heading. I really hope that if you happen to read this story and
     you liked it, for you to please leave a review. Oh, and I apologise
     for the creation of my OC, Vivi, Goku's daughter. If you don't like
     her, I promise she doesn't appear much in this fic. Also, this fic
     will have lots of smut in it. There will be limes and lemons and I
     won't be apologetic about it. Don't like, don't read.
***** Prologue *****
Prologue
It was yet another ordinary day for me at home. We’d gone out shopping earlier
that day, my mom and I and it was really nice. Mom and I always got along
pretty well and it was no secret that we loved shopping. I may have been the
new hot shot genius of the century after my brother but I was still a girl and
I really enjoyed doing girly shit like shopping and makeup and wearing
fashionable clothes. Being the daughter of the biggest and richest business
tycoon out there also had its perks so we were never out of a large supply of
money. The Briefs were renowned worldwide for being filthy rich and for
pioneering the whole capsule technology thing. I was fifteen when we went out
that day to shop and I was still woefully ignorant of what kind of hardships
life can throw at you.
For a spoilt teenage valley girl, I have to say that I was close friends with
some of the most down to earth and laid-back people around. I was close friends
with Pan, daughter of Son Gohan who was a family friend of ours and god knows
what a rowdy rough tomboy Pan was. She was a year older than me and she loved
to spar and train martial arts with her dad and grandfather, Goku but somehow
we managed to stay good friends throughout the years despite having quite a lot
of different interests.
Another one of our closest friend was Vivi, Pan’s aunt and Goku’s third child
and only daughter. She was my age and we three were practically joined at the
hip. (Yeah, Chi Chi was all sorts of embarrassed to announce her pregnancy of
Vivi because she would have been a year younger than Pan who was technically
her niece. I once asked them both how they felt about it and they told me it
wasn’t a big deal and that they felt more like cousins or sisters rather than
aunt and niece).
Vivi, who was raised without the martial arts training (as per her request),
wasn’t quite as into girly stuff like I was but she did enjoy makeup once in a
while and was very much into the arts like music and dancing. She was in fact
an aspiring dancer and singer and instead of doing gruelling hours of martial
arts training hers were more of gruelling hours of dance lessons. She was cool
like that because she went to this prestigious arts school on a scholarship and
their school would get these awesome privileges for having a pretty impressive
alumnus full of famous celebrities. Vivi acted like a mediator to my and Pan’s
friendship since she wasn’t quite as feminine as I was but neither was she a
complete tomboy. There was one thing we all shared in common which never got in
between our relationship and that was our love for writing fictional stories
and boys. So, one fine day when we were about eleven or so, Vivi suggested
writing “episodes” about our fictional boyfriends and we’d read them aloud and
trade “episodes”. I immediately loved the idea and Pan agreed and so what
became a weekly routine quickly erupted into a multiple-times-a-week-routine.
This was one such day where all three of us would hang out and discuss our
“episodes”. I was excited to read mine out as I was pretty confident that mine
was a pretty exciting one. I wondered about the other two and what their
episodes had in store for me. Between the two, I always preferred listening to
Vivi’s because hers were always somewhat more sexually adventurous but Pan
sometimes had a tendency to surprise you and keep you really hooked too. Hers
was also very recently starting to get pretty hot and heavy as well.
It didn’t take long for our sleepover to start once Pan and Vivi arrived and
all three of us practically flew to my room so we could hurry and get the show
on the road, giggling all the way like mad little critters. We stormed passed
my dad and he rolled his eyes when he caught sight of us but I knew he was just
doing it for show.
“Hi, Mr Vegeta! Bye, Mr Vegeta!” cried Vivi, good naturedly, waving her arms at
my dad enthusiastically.
My dad merely grunted in response but his eyes followed all three of us when we
stomped up the staircase.
“Hey, Trunks!” I greeted my older brother as we rushed towards my room which
was on the same floor as his.
“Oh, hey, Bulla,” he replied, smiling pleasantly. His eyes roamed over our
group and his smile widened a bit. “Another sleepover, huh? Have fun, guys!”
“Thanks, Trunks!” Pan piped up. “Bye!”
The minute we got in my room, the two girls just tossed their belongings to one
corner and we immediately hopped onto my bed.
“Okay, so, who shall start our sacred reading tonight?” Vivi asked
dramatically, waggling her eyebrows as she looked at us. I giggled and Pan just
rolled her eyes comically.
“I really wanna hear Vivi’s episode cuz’ hers was getting pretty steamy but
Pan’s ended at such a cliff hanger! Ugh, I don’t care, anyone’s will do!” I
sighed and bit into a chip.
“Okay then, let’s have Pan go first cuz’ I’m dying to know what happened next
too!” Vivi cried nodding in agreement. She too started munching on the potato
chips we’d hastily grabbed from the pantry amongst many other snacks.
“Okay,” Pan smiled a little shyly, then clearing her throat she began reading
her episode.
Her story was about this incredibly handsome warrior named Rourke who had
“wild, flowing dark hair that hung past his shoulders and a body that was built
like a tank”. I have to admit that her fictional boyfriend sounded pretty hot
to all of us and we agreed that Pan’s character had the rawest masculine
appeal. Rourke was incredibly hot but he was also jaded and brooding…Supposedly
“something tragic happened to him long ago and the man never really knew how to
smile after his lady love died in that tragedy…”. Her episode tonight was about
how Rourke was battling some female Amazon warriors who were incredibly
beautiful but yet at the same time were trained warriors who could kill without
any hesitation.
“’Then Rourke swiftly twisted his body aside, slamming his pointed elbow into
the woman’s stomach causing her to gasp and momentarily let her grip slack. It
was all Rourke needed to break free of her clutches and he took full advantage
of that…’,” Pan read out, increasing her volume whenever it was an action
packed scene. “’”Still think you can beat me, woman?” Rourke growled into her
ear once he had her pinned down. Arabella hissed and flushed red in anger when
she felt him push his hips into her own effectively halting all of her
squirming…’”
Then Pan blushed and shook her head, biting her lips and avoided all eye
contact with me and Vivi.
“Awww, Pan!” Vivi moaned, rocking her body back and forth, “You were getting to
the good part! This is getting so hot and steamy!”
“Yeah!” I said in agreement, clutching one of my soft heart shaped cushions
tighter around my middle, “Don’t stop now! Read the rest!”
“I-I can’t!” Pan gasped, then squealed and hid her face with the scraps of
paper she had used to write her episode on.
She wouldn’t budge no matter how much Vivi and I badgered her.
“Do they do it?” Vivi asked slowly, quietly as if she was truly anticipating
the answer.
“Ummm, yeah…” Pan mumbled, puffing out her cheeks slightly which is a thing
that she does when she gets embarrassed. “But I just can’t read it out loud,
you guys!”
I sighed heavily but then I laid down and dreamily smiled up at the ceiling.
“Man, I wouldn’t mind being an Amazon if that gets me a chance with someone as
sexy as Rourke…All that brooding and manly muscles…Mmmm, sexy as hell!”
Vivi flushed and giggled, rubbing her nose with her index finger which is a
thing she does when she gets flustered.
“Yeah,” she agreed, “I mean, I like my Silwyth but he’s sexy in a different
way, y’know?”
Pan nodded and she too sighed dreamily and laid down on the bed with me, side
by side.
“Yeah, like Silwyth is worldly sophistication and my fictional guy, Andy, is a
combination of idiotic and Rourke’s hulking body,” I muttered dreamily.
“Yessss!” Pan’s eyes widened, and she immediately began rattling off “It’s like
I’m into super rugged men but they’re all brooding and sad like they need to
find the right woman to release all that sadness with…But like, Silwyth is more
aloof and cool and calculative and incredibly sophisticated what with being a
warrior elf prince…Then we have Andy, the sexy older somewhat dim-witted salary
man who is sweet but is also a badass…”
We traded stories, chatting and laughing every once in a while. While we talked
and teased one another, we wolfed down some of Cabin’s Original Potato Chips,
three of Cornflower’s Chocolate Wheels, a huge bottle of Vanilla Cola, a box of
pepperoni pizza with extra cheese and a gigantic bag of Aunt Midas’ Gold
Chocolate Chip Cookies. Being part Saiyan girls, we really could eat and not
care much about our weight. Pan and Vivi would burn it all off and remain fit
and toned with all the exercise they got from training and dancing anyway while
I stayed slim without so much of a workout.
“Have you guys thought about having a boyfriend, like, for real?” Pan asked
tentatively, while she tried painting Vivi’s toe nails (and failing miserably
at it).
“I have…but…” I slowly started.
“I know what you mean,” Vivi nodded sagely. “The fact that we’re so different
as part Saiyans makes it difficult to find a guy that would be so accepting.”
“Yeah, but our dads got to marry a human and they’re all living happily now...”
Pan couldn’t help but say.
“I guess they’re really lucky that they met unusual women like my Mommy,” Vivi
contemplated, “And Bulma and your mom, Videl. They’re all pretty badass in
their own rights despite not being Saiyans. But realistically, where are we
gonna find guys like them?”
“So what’re you saying, huh, Vivi?” I taunted in a teasing way, “That we should
marry other Saiyans? Like, maybe you or Pan could marry my brother Trunks and I
get your brother Goten?”
“Wh-What!?” Vivi sputtered, blushing bright red, “N-No! I didn’t say that! I
was just saying that it’s difficult to find a guy who would be okay with our
Saiyan heritage!”
I snickered at her flushed face but Pan who also laughed at her began nodding
in agreement.
“She’s right though. It’s not like we can keep it hidden,” Pan chuckled.
“Can’t we?” I asked, honestly loving these sorts of debatable conversations we
three would have with one another. This was another reason why we were such
good friends; we could all communicate on pretty deep levels when we wanted to
and despite them not being super geniuses like me and Trunks, Vivi and Pan were
pretty smart in their own rights.
“Well, I wouldn’t want to,” Pan replied almost immediately, so sure of her
answer.
“Me neither,” Vivi said, “Being part Saiyan has its perks but it also has its
cons. And even some of the perks could double as a con.”
“Like what?” I quipped, curiosity peeked.
“Well, like the full moon effects for one thing,” Pan replied, smirking at the
thought, “Don’t get me wrong, having heightened senses, hunting and preying on
wild animals and letting the Saiyan inside of you run wild and free can be very
liberating but imagine telling that to your husband the first time you go
through it with him.”
“Yes, and let’s not forget the heat cycle we go through…Or at least, for some
of us, we’ll be going through…,” Vivi mumbled slowly and softly, her face a
pink hue.
“Oh, yeah, Dad made Mom talk to me about it,” Pan grimaced as she recalled the
rather uncomfortable talk she’d had with her mother, “I don’t know when it’s
gonna come for the both of us, Vivi but I sincerely hope we won’t have to be
locked up in our rooms like Bulla went through when she was hit with hers.”
“Ugh,” I groaned, “I can tell you it was not pleasant! Being horny all the time
is so taxing especially when there’s no way for you to release all that sexual
tension. I swear to god, I would’ve gone Super if I had to wait another day
longer...A week is nearly enough to kill me.”
“Did you have…Anyone you were particularly interested in to sleep with?” Vivi
asked shyly, partially hiding her face behind one of my soft fluffy pillows.
The Son girls were pretty interested in sex but both seemed a bit shy and
reserved when talking about it. I guess I couldn’t blame them because I was
quite similar to them in this case too. I didn’t have any qualms talking about
sex with girls like them but I did get a bit flustered at the thought of
outright flirting with men for sex. Oh, sure, I had flirted with boys before
but it was all harmless teasing.
“Mmmmm,” I mumbled in response, feeling my cheeks grow warm.
“Was it Goten?” Vivi asked softly, still avoiding eye contact with me.
“Vivi!” Pan admonished her as if she was scolding a child.
“Well, was it!?” Vivi insisted, still embarrassed but determined to get the
answer from me.
“I don’t think you wanna know…” I muttered, eyes closed and flushing deeply as
I remembered just who was it exactly that I had been fantasising about…The
problem was was that when you’re horny as fuck and your brain is practically
scrambled turd with the filthiest of sex fantasies thrown into them, you don’t
just fantasise about one guy. Hell, I think I fantasied about a dozen men…All
of them worshipping my body at the same time and sometimes just one at a time.
Sometimes I’d dream of having threesomes with two hot guys and sometimes it was
with three and others with fifteen…But they would always, always be there, the
Son men…I would have the dirtiest raunchiest fantasies with all three Son men;
Goku, Gohan and Goten. Goten was a favourite because I really did nurse a
somewhat petty crush on him since I was six and running around in my diapers.
Gohan and Goku was merely there because they were Saiyans and my Dad had
insisted that the female Saiyans’ psyche and body only really craved truly for
a Saiyan male. At least, that’s what I chalked it off to. On normal everyday
circumstances, I barely ever spared a thought about Goku and Gohan.
Sure, they were incredibly handsome and their boyish good looks remained
especially for someone as ancient as Goku who still looked to be in his early
thirties despite being old enough to be my dad and granddad given he was around
my Dad’s age and had Pan for a granddaughter. I could see they were good
looking, yes, but it was like that thing where you can look at a guy or girl
and acknowledge that they were attractive and move on. No crush, no stomach
flips and definitely no secret longing. Part of me still secretly entertained
day dreams of marrying Goten. They were getting rarer as the days went on but
sometimes…a very tiny part of me would allow myself a couple of minutes to
imagine it.
“I’m sorry I asked!” Vivi apologised quickly. “But…Just between us, I do find
your brother attractive too.”
“Shut up, please, Vivi!” I groaned loudly and dramatically, throwing my arms up
to my face as if what she said truly disgusted me. It kind of did but I kind of
always loved the idea that she would marry Trunks. I always felt that Vivi’s
sweet and gentle personality was more suited with Trunks’ callous way of
handling women than Pan’s headstrong mind.
“You don’t have to tell me you want Trunks’ dick!” I protested, secretly loving
how incredibly embarrassed Vivi became from my words. Ha, payback is a bitch!
“Ew! What the-!?” Vivi sputtered, “I never said that! I just think Trunks is
really handsome is all! I don’t wanna marry the guy, okay!? Plus, he’s like a
dozen years older than I am!
And he’s always changing girlfriends like he’s changing clothes. And also, he
has Mai who he seems to be keen on settling down with!”
“Oh, yeah, Mai…,” Pan and I muttered simultaneously.
It was no secret that we didn’t particularly like Mai all that much. The woman
wasn’t bad or mean per say...She was just so incredibly boring is all. All she
talked about was “Emperor Pilaf this” and “Emperor Pilaf that”. And while she
was nice and not at all mean I would rather have someone I could talk to as a
sister in law.
“I wonder when she’ll stop obsessing over Pilaf?” Pan asked in mock
seriousness.
“I don’t know…Probably the day Trunks grows a pair and finally quits going
through women like he goes through machines,” I sniggered. Needless to say, Pan
joined in as well.
“Oh, stop it, you two!” Vivi tried scolding us but I could tell she was on the
verge of laughing herself, “Mai’s really nice…We shouldn’t insult her like
that!”
“Yeah, she’s nice and all but can the woman for one goddamn second stop talking
about that weird turd Pilaf?” Pan was practically in hysterics. “I swear if she
says another word about finding the Dragon Balls for “the great Emperor’s
sake”, I will smack that bitch in the face so hard her teeth will fall out!”
“Oh, I would pay good money to see you do that!” I hollered at the mental image
of Pan beating Mai, “In fact, I would PAY you for that!”
“Gimme your money, Bulla, and your wish is my command!” Pan hooted and laughed
all over again.
“You guys…!” Vivi said, trying to sound like she was our mother scolding us for
talking bad about someone. But from the way her bottom lip trembled and the
amusement in her eyes crinkled ever just so, I knew Vivi was also really close
to busting a gut laughing.
We chatted some more until it was about midnight and we were all so damn sleepy
we really had to put a stop to our conversations and catch some shut eye. I
bade good night to my two best friends and we all snuggled deeper into the
duvet and slept.
Looking back at those times, I was really innocent and naïve. I truly was not
at all prepared for what the world had in store for me. I had absolutely no
idea of the horrors that we would face. Sometimes life really had a way of
fucking you over.
***** Chapter 1: Gravity Defying Haired Demons from Space *****
 
I awoke to the vague far off sounds of screaming and destruction. You could
literally hear the sounds of buildings being blown up and torn off from the
ground from its very foundations. That, combined with the blood curdling
screams of people dying…Of the scent of flesh burning, blood, and smoke fogging
the air. I could hear laughter and jeers accompanying the chaos. You could tell
that whoever did this, whatever they were – they enjoyed it. To them the
destruction and killing was equivalent to sport. We were mere game for them.
“Vivi, Pan, wake up!” I called to them softly, but urgently.
The hazard alarms began to sound off, fuelling my sense of foreboding.
“Wha-? What’s going on?” Vivi mumbled lightly, rubbing her eyes as she sat up.
Pan awoke next and she too took a while to become alert.
“Something bad’s happened, guys!” I cried out harshly, hopping out of bed and
tying my hair up into a quick messy ponytail. “We need to get going! I think my
dad and my brother’s gone to wherever this chaos is taking place; I can sense
their ki but it’s quite far off from here!”
“Girls, get up!” Mom cried out in a voice filled with fear, “Vegeta and Trunks
have gone out to investigate. We’re under attack!”
“By whom!?” Pan gasped, her eyes narrowing in agitation.
“We don’t know yet but Vegeta said to get you girls down to the under ground
bunker!” my Mom shouted in a rush, grabbing my hand and tugging me forward.
“Mrs. Bulma, what about Daddy and Mommy!?” Vivi asked, trembling slightly,
“Daddy, Gohan-onii-chan and Goten-nii-chan I’m not too worried about cuz’ I
know they can take care of themselves but Mommy’s a whole lot weaker than they
are!”
Mom suddenly had a look of dread when she registered what Vivi said. It was a
difficult situation for her and I could see her genius brain was struggling in
a debate of what to do. She wanted to obey my dad’s orders but yet at the same
time she knew Vivi was right about her mom Mrs. Chi Chi.
“Yeah, I’m worried about Mom too!” Pan growled, “What’s happening is serious
enough for even Vegeta to suggest hiding under ground! I wanna go back and grab
Mom at least before I do that!”
“Okay…,” my Mom said slowly and hesitantly, “You guys, go ahead and get your
mothers here. I’ll wait here with Bulla.”
“Stay safe, you guys!” I called out to them as they rushed out the building,
flying into the sky as if they weighed nothing. Flight was something Goku
insisted teaching Vivi even if she wasn’t a fighter like the rest of her family
and Pan clearly knew how to do it from when she was born.
“Don’t forget to hide your chi!” my Mom called out after them.
They nodded and sped off.
Then we waited for what seemed like hours.
It wasn’t until later that I discovered it took only a mere thirty minutes for
the screams to stop and all was silent again. The silence should have been
comforting but strangely enough, it did only seemed to incite the ominous
feeling I had at the pit of my stomach.
Mom held me close and we sat huddled nearby the entrance to the bunker.
In that mere thirty minutes, the world was shaken and everything went to hell;
nearly every single human was wiped off the face of the Earth. Those who were
spared were spared for specific reasons – because they were part Saiyan or as
prisoners.
The sound of raucous laughter and bantering echoed throughout our house and Mom
and I immediately clutched each other tighter. The fact that they were here, in
our house, didn’t speak well for what had happened to my dad and brother.
Knowing how insanely protective my dad was of us, I knew if he were alive he
would never allow anything to come even close to the premises of our house.
It was incredibly terrifying and for the hundredth time that day, I cursed
myself for never learning how to at least defend myself. If I would have
trained like Pan, then at least I could fight these evil beings off.
“Whatever happens, Bulla, know that I’ll always love you,” my Mom whispered to
me.
Her words made me realised that I was already in tears and that the liquid from
my eyes had been trailing down my face for quite some time then.
“I love you too, Mom,” I said, softly.
A bright beam blasted my doors away, revealing a tall man with a horizontal
scar that ran over the bridge of his nose as well as his two other companions;
a short porky man with a doughy face not unlike Majin Buu and an extremely
muscular woman. They all had dark wild hair that seemed to jut out in every
other direction and their clothes were similar to my father’s navy tights and
armour.
“N-No way…,” I stuttered in disbelief, “Are you all…Saiyans!?”
The female in the group tossed her head back and laughed cruelly.
“Ding, ding, ding! First prize goes to the little bitch in pink!” she grinned
evilly at me, eyeing my pink satin babydoll with a look of disgust.
“There, there, now, Pamu,” said the tall scarred one, “We don’t want to be rude
to our one and only princess now, do we? She is a member of the Royal family
even if her mother happens to be a weakling human whore.”
“How dare you!” I gritted my teeth in frustration.
“How do you know that Bulla’s of Royal blood!?” my Mom questioned, her voice
sounded somewhat panicked, “What happened to my husband, Vegeta!?”
“Shut the fuck up, disgusting human bitch!” the porky man spat, “Know your
place in the face of us great Saiyans! You are mere dirt that is not even
worthy to kiss our dirt covered boots!”
“Prince Vegeta, eh?” the woman, Pamu, said in pretend thoughtfulness, “I wonder
what happened to that hunky dude…? I didn’t stay back to see if Korno finished
him off or not…”
“Hunky? Really, Pamu?” the fat one chortled, “Good looks aside, the man rutted
with this blue haired whore…What kind of weakling prince does that?”
The tallest of them held up a hand to shut his companions up and they
immediately ceased talking.
“Vegeta’s woman, I do not want to waste time here taunting you further,” he
rumbled, his voice suddenly calm and stern, “I will kill you, know this and
dwell on it. I will grant you one small mercy and tell you what we plan to do
with the princess before you die though. Understand?”
“Fuck you!” my Mom hissed at him, all her fear suddenly completely drained from
her face and it was replaced with a look of pure anger.
He ignored my Mom’s swearing.
“I will take your daughter back to our space craft and we will see what becomes
of her fate then. Nothing is set in stone but you can bet that she’ll probably
end up as a mere whore at one of our brothels or hunting prey at one of our
game planet reserves. The whorehouse sounds more likely as I must admit that
her colouring is incredibly unique…Is she like that down below as well? A cunt
decorated with blue curls? How intriguing…”
His words sounded nonchalant but it didn’t escape me how his eyes flitted over
my form from top to bottom. I shivered uncomfortably under his gaze.
“You bastard!” Mom yelled as she flung her arms forward and shot the man with
her mini machine gun.
The man caught every single one of her bullets with lightning speed and he
opened his fist slowly to let it all clatter to the floor. Pamu and the fat one
snickered at us and I felt my heart beat faster.
“Please, spare my Mom!” I begged their leader, “Do whatever you want with me
but don’t kill her!”
“A Saiyan princess…begging?” Pamu spat out in outrage, “Disgusting! Kill her
too, Shoom!”
Shoom, their leader shook his head but he sauntered over to my mom and it was
almost like he was her lover because he lifted his hand up gently and brought
it to her neck.
My Mom flinched at his touch but her eyes remained hardened and fierce. She
looked like she was going to face her death with dignity, not a shred of fear
on her beautiful face.
“This is goodbye, weakling human,” Shoom said softly, as he caressed her neck.
Then within a blink of an eye, he’d snapped my Mom’s neck. There was a
disgusting dull crack of the bones, my mother’s body shivered before it went
limp in his hands and then he let her figure drop to the ground. I screamed my
heart out, my mind refusing to accept what my eyes had just seen.
“Ah, ah, ah!” Pamu chided at me, wagging her forefinger as if I was a toddler
being scolded for putting her hand in the cookie jar. “This is only the
beginning, little girl. It’s gonna get much much worse for you from this point
on so I suggest you just simply take it all in calmly.”
“Fuck you, sons of bitches!” I yelled at her. Without wasting a minute, I
turned and ran straight for the window. Just as I was about to jump through it,
the porky Saiyan blocked my way and grabbed me by my hair, pulling at me as I
struggled to break free.
“Get off me!” I screamed, tears streaming down my face, “Get off me, you
bastard!”
“Shut up, princess,” Shoom said dismissively, “If you don’t shut up, I’ll rip
off your pathetic excuse for clothes and take turns fucking you with Griepeas
here.”
I ceased screaming almost immediately but the tears didn’t stop flowing through
my eyes. They dragged me out of the room with Griepeas’ hand still in my hair
and the rest of me sliding on the floor. I whimpered as I watched through
blurry eyes the figure of my now lifeless mother on the floor. Just a moment
ago she was holding me in her arms and telling me she loved me. Just a moment
ago we were all alive and happy and content. This was something out of a
nightmare. How could everything become like this in such a short time?
All the while that I was being dragged like a rag doll to their mother ship,
Pamu and Griepeas were sniggering and taunting me. Griepeas smelled like a boar
and his breath stank so bad, I grimaced every time he shoved his face into mine
whenever he fancied a good laugh. Shoom didn’t really say anything or paid me
much attention, merely giving the two brief orders from time to time.
“You’ll like it on Vegeta II, princess,” Pamu snidely spoke, “There are plenty
of whore houses for our hardcore warriors to come home to just to slake their
lust. You wouldn’t believe some of the perversion and depravity these guys are
into!”
Griepeas chortled at this.
“Yeah, they would pay good money to have a taste of a blue haired slut like
you…And you’re still in your teens…The ripe age for Saiyan girls to start
fucking around,” he added, snorting like a pig as he laughed in his sick
amusement.
I glared at them through my tears, determined not to look weak or vulnerable
despite crying earlier on. Inside I felt inexplicably afraid out of my own
mind. I couldn’t possibly imagine a life of horror such as what they were
planning to subject me to. I could only hope that someone, somehow had survived
and would come to my rescue. The chances of that happening looked very grim
though especially considering how my father or any of the other warriors didn’t
come to our rescue when my mother and I were clearly under threat. What’s more,
I couldn’t feel their kis at all.
“Oh! Look, we’re here already!” Pamu cried happily, clapping her hands in
excitement as the doors to her spaceship opened.
Their space ship was of a gargantuan size. It was so big that it practically
eclipsed the whole of West City. I would be bold enough to say that it was
probably about the same size as the city. It was of a disc shape and floated
horizontally. I’d seen a picture of a smaller version of it from Mom’s old
photo albums. To say it was impressive was an understatement.
“Put her in chains and lock her up with the rest of our spoils,” Shoom muttered
lightly, giving his head a nod to a specific direction. My eyes widened when I
saw these futuristic cubicles with glass doors containing other people. My
heart didn’t know whether to leap with sadness or joy when I made out Vivi’s
face in one of the cubicles.
Griepeas pulled me up roughly and Pamu grabbed me by my wrists and held up
these manacles that looked to be made out of the hardest of metals. I couldn’t
help but winced when the metals clicked swiftly; sealing my fate as a chained
prisoner.
They pushed, pulled and shoved aggressively until I was near enough to the
cubicle that held Vivi. When the doors opened, they practically threw me in
there. I stumbled and hissed in pain when my knees were scraped on the uneven
hard floor.
Vivi rushed to my side in an instant. We were the only two occupants of this
cubicle which did nothing but fuelled my sense of dread. These Saiyans were
keeping us half Saiyans separate from the rest of their human prisoners and
there must be a reason for it.
“Bulla!” Vivi cried out, holding onto me as if her life depended on it. “I-I-
I c-c-can’t b-believe y-you’re a-a-alive! Y-You w-w-wouldn’t b-b-believe wh-wh-
what they d-d-did t-t-to m-m-mommy!”
The poor girl was practically blubbering as she held me closer. I was crying
along with her but I was silent in my grief.
“Th-They k-killed her!” she gasped out, and her hands grew more frantic as she
grasped me, “There were four of them and they ripped her arms off! They raped
her even as she laid there bleeding to death, screaming in agony! They fucking
tore her arms clean off like the wings of a fly! They held her down and took
turns as one of them made me watch! Oh God, they made me watch…Made me watch
Mommy as sh-”
She screamed in her anguish and I felt myself shaking along with her as we
sobbed uncontrollably. The horror of what my best friend had witnessed was so
disturbing that I felt waves of fear grip me as my mind came to terms with how
vicious these creatures were. How extremely cruel and evil their nature was…And
how dark and grim our fates were turning out to be.
We were on the ground crying when Shoom suddenly appeared out of nowhere to
grab Vivi’s arm and pull her away from me. He’d probably opened the door but we
hadn’t realised given the state we were in.
“Noooo!” Vivi cried out, arms trying to reach out to me, “No, please! Please, I
beg of you!”
“Let’s have some fun boys,” Shoom hollered at the group of rowdy Saiyan
warriors who were now congregated in the middle of the ship’s hall. All around
them were surrounded by cubicles like ours; filled with screaming crying
people. And I could see that there weren’t just humans around but aliens of all
kinds – small, large, hideous, exotically beautiful…All with either a look of
fear and grief or with apathetic indifference.
The warriors cheered in eagerness as Shoom tossed the crying Vivi to them. Two
of them got a hold of her and they wasted no time in ripping her flimsy top
off. Vivi was still wearing her satin PJ’s from last night and the material
tore like tissue paper with these great brutes’ strength. She screamed anew and
it took me a second to realise that I’d screamed along with her.
“Please!” she cried, struggling futilely against her captors, “Stop! Please,
please, please!”
One of the Saiyan had grabbed her uncovered breast roughly and squeezed like it
was a stress ball. She cried out in pain, her dark hair whipping about her face
and shoulder as she tried to pull away from the ones holding onto her.
“Nice tits,” the one fondling her said in a filthy tone, “Her mother wasn’t bad
but I think this dirty little half breed’s gonna taste better than her.”
“Hey, ain’tchu a Saiyan hybrid, girl!?” one of her captors barked at her, “As a
Saiyan you should fight back. Not beg and plead like some fuckin’ weakling!”
Just as the one harassing her was about to rip her pants off, someone else
yelled at them to stop.
My heart pounded wildly in my ribcage as I listened to the voice.
“Let her go, you fucking bastards!” Trunks bellowed from his cubicle, “Don’t
you fucking lay your filthy hands on her! She’s not a warrior like me or my
father! She’s an innocent!”
Oh my god, it was my brother Trunks! I couldn’t believe my eyes as I drank in
the sight of him in the cubicle opposite mine. It was a bit further away from
mine so no wonder I didn’t catch on to him at first. I was also way too
distraught to have noticed his ki.
“An innocent, you say?” the one groping Vivi mockingly said. “So if she ain’t a
warrior like you, what is she then?”
“She’s still a kid by human standards!” Trunks shouted, his eyes still blazing
in fury. “She’s still in school studying to be a dancer and singer. She wasn’t
trained like you Saiyan bastards! Leave her alone and fight me instead, you
motherfuckers!”
The laughed at his words in a slow indulgent way as if they had all the time in
the world.
“Ya heard that boys? A dancing, singing Saiyan girl…,” the one who was groping
her cried out gleefully.
“If she’s such a good dancer and singer let’s have her put on a show for us
then!” another shouted.
There was a round of applause and cheering. The Saiyan males who stood
surrounding Vivi were thrusting their fists up in the air as they hollered
loudly. In the midst of the noise, one of them had thrown a large rectangle
container of sorts onto the floor and it skidded to a stop in front of Vivi and
her tormentors.
“Go on then, little whore,” her tormentor sneered at her, “Get up there and
show us what you can do!”
He roughly pushed her and Vivi stumbled clumsily toward the makeshift stage.
The other men began shoving and pushing her as she climbed on to the stage with
her wobbly legs. I felt so much for her right then that I very nearly screamed.
It was just so incredibly scary to watch your best friend as she was put on
stage and told to perform like some animal in a circus show.
“Dance!”
“Sing!”
“C’mon, bitch, don’t make us wait all day!”
They shouted at her relentlessly.
Vivi stood, shaking like a leaf and opened her mouth but no sound came out. The
tears were still streaming down her face but she didn’t make any attempt to
brush them away.
She cleared her throat.
‘I am lost in my way,
The feelings I have, no one sees,
My soul it seems,
Is a palace of dreams…
Deep in the light, you’ll see me,
And you are right there with me,
Stay with me don’t stray,
We’ll dream the night away,
Dreams to dream in the dark of the night,
When the world goes wrong, I can still make it right,
I can see so far in my dreams,
I'll follow my dreams,
Until they come true,
There is a star waiting to guide us,
Shining inside us when we close our eyes!
Come with me, you will see what I mean,
There's a world inside no one else ever sees,
You will go so far in my dreams,
Somewhere in my dreams,
Your dreams will come true…”
Vivi finished singing and a sudden hushed silence fell over the whole ship. I
knew Vivi’s voice was pretty amazing but with all the emotion she had pent up
inside her, her singing went from great to spectacular. She was in tears when
she sang and initially her voice cracked with her sobs but then she was
transported into another world, bringing along the rest of the ship with her.
Even our captors seemed captivated.
They stared at Vivi as if she was some strange being they’d never seen before.
Vivi in turn stared back at them, blinking nervously as she tried her very best
to cover her exposed torso.
“Alright, men,” Shoom suddenly barked at all of them, “Hands off the songbird,
we’re selling this bitch for a high price at the market later. Given her
talent, she’d fetch us some good money.”
The others seemed to have snapped out of a daze and they muttered their
agreements and nodded simultaneously. No one even put up a fight against Shoom.
Shoom snatched Vivi off the stage and flew her to Trunks’ cubicle.
“You seem to have a certain attachment to the little songbird,” he said
tauntingly, “I’ll let you enjoy the little whore a couple of days more until we
arrive at Vegeta II. Then I can’t wait to see your face when we sell both of
you to different customers.”
Trunks let out a stream of curses but Shoom only laughed as he fished out some
kind of pager device and pressed a button on it. My brother crumbled to the
ground and began to twitch rather violently. Vivi ran to his side and held him
in her worry.
“Trunks!” she cried out, her eyes crinkling in her concern, “What’s wrong with
you? Oh my god, what did you do to Trunks?”
Shoom walked away laughing loudly. He didn’t even bother to answer her.
I watched in worry and fear as my brother continued to twitch uncontrollably
for a few minutes until gradually he stopped doing it entirely. He looked like
he was having an extremely violent seizure, one that caused him to even froth
at the mouth. I had never seen my brother so helpless before and I knew they’d
done something to him that caused him to become that way once a button was
pressed. This was probably how they defeated him in the first place! How they
defeated all of the warriors of the Earth including Goku, my Dad, Gohan, Goten
and the rest of them.
I shook my head as another intense wave of melancholy hit me as I remembered
what happened to my mother. I wondered if my father was still alive…If any of
them were also alive and captured just like my brother.
This day couldn’t get any shittier. My life couldn’t get any more fucked up
than it was now.
I fell asleep with images of my mother’s death flashing before my eyes. With
Vivi’s screams and pleads just as they were about to rape her. My brother’s
strong lithe body crumpling to the floor in spasms…The harsh reality only
beginning to really sink in.
***** Chapter 2: Food For Beasts *****
“Wake up, princess,” a voice barked at me. I didn’t really recognise this voice
but I knew it belonged to a male.
“What the-?” I croaked out as I felt water splashing to my face.
My bleary eyes blinked rapidly and I started to remember exactly what had
happened as the events of yesterday came crashing down on me. I felt so
repulsed suddenly that I began to retch on the floor. Nothing came out of me
since I hadn’t really eaten anything yet except for saliva.
The man who stood in front of my cubicle grimaced and wrinkled his nose.
“Breakfast time,” he stated clinically, “You better eat if you want to survive,
princess.”
He threw a tray of what I assumed must have been food in front of me and
proceeded to exit the cubicle. My eyes widened in surprise when I saw that he
simply walked through the glass pane of the cubicle like some kind of ghost.
“Yeah,” he smirked, “Don’t even think about trying it cuz’ this whole goddamn
ship is riddled with Saiyan technology. The cubicles, doors and even the ship
itself only allows people who have had their DNA uploaded into the system to
phase through. Your DNA has not been uploaded and neither will it ever be,
princess, so don’t even try.”
I watched in anger and hatred as his tail swished back and forth with
confidence as he walked away to feed the other prisoners.
Ignoring the tray of food, I looked across the hall to my brother’s cubicle. I
sighed in relief when I saw that he was okay and that Vivi too looked alright
all things considered. They were alive and currently not under any immediate
threat or harm.
Vivi scooted closer to Trunks when the male Saiyan came to bring food to their
place. Trunks stood in front of her protectively.
“Relax, Indigo dude,” he snickered lightly, “I’m not gonna rape your little
bitch if that’s what you’re worried about. I’m just here to feed you.”
“What the hell do you want with us?” Trunks breathed out.
“Didn’t Shoom tell you yesterday?” the man pretended to be surprised, “You’re a
slave now, my prince. We’re gonna sell you to the free Saiyans of Vegeta II.
Shoom reckons you’re gonna fetch us a high price if we sell you to a brothel
given your unique colouring and heritage. Half breeds almost always make you a
shit ton of money. Kornos, however, thinks we’d make even better money if we
sell you to the gladiators’ pit. Between you and me, princeling, I agree with
Kornos. Turning Super Saiyan Rage is indeed a feat worthy of being a
gladiator…Too bad, it didn’t do you any good at all.”
Trunks fumed at his words. I could tell my brother was pissed because of the
man’s dismissive and mocking tone. He didn’t hide that arrogant smirk either.
Today was a new day and I wondered if my brother had already noticed my
presence aboard the ship. As he sat and began eating slowly I noticed his eyes
flickering towards me and he gave a small nod with the barest smile. His eyes
looked incredibly sad though and my heart nearly broke at how defeated my
brother look. I think I returned the gesture but memories of my mother dying
right in front of me was too severe to simply forget. Vivi, however, sat and
didn’t touch her food at all. She’d moved to a corner of her cubicle and gave
her back to Trunks, hunched over into a ball. I thought I saw her shoulders
shake a bit every once in a while, and I guessed she must have been crying. It
must have been very difficult for her because of what she saw. Her words rang
in my ears once again.
‘They raped her! And they made me watch! Made me watch as they…Oh, God!’
I squeezed my eyes shut in fear and disgust. The burning behind my eyes
suddenly began again as I felt my eyes water. I hate crying but losing your
mother, your planet, all your friends and everyone else in one day only to
discover that you’re going to be a slave was truly traumatising. I didn’t know
who these Saiyans were, why they were here, where they came from, if my Dad was
alive or not…So many questions and so much grief. It was all too overwhelming
and my heart felt like bursting out of my rib cage.
On top of all the newly experienced trauma, I also had a million questions
racing through my mind. What exactly were these Saiyans. As far as we knew, all
of the Saiyans in our universe had been wiped out. Universe 7’s Saiyans were
killed when Frieza destroyed planet Vegeta and the only remaining full blooded
Saiyans were my Dad and Goku. Only Universe 6 had a planet full of Saiyans but
they were nothing like this blood thirsty lot. These vicious Saiyans resembled
more like the ones from our universe…Where were they even from? Their
technology seemed even more advanced than ours or even the Saiyans of our
universe. They even mentioned their planet’s name previously and I distinctly
remembered them calling it Vegeta II. There was something incredibly strange
going on here and I really needed to know what.
Just thinking about everything really made me break down into tears once again
even though I despised crying. I couldn’t help it. Everything was really taking
a toll on me.
I think I must have fallen asleep crying because the next thing I knew I woke
up to the sounds of loud clanging and banging. Many of the Saiyans were
trudging along and pushing their prisoners out of the cubicles and into the
corridors. I blinked up to a rather sad view of the other prisoners being
dragged out from their cubicles, some of them kicking and screaming in protest,
others obediently silent and some seemed completely at a loss. I remembered my
brother and Vivi and hastily glanced across at their cubicles.
My eyes widened in horror as I saw that their cubicle was empty.
“C’mon, princess!” a voice barked at me. I looked up to the familiar face of
Pamu, one of my initial captors.
“It’s time for you to meet the rest of us Saiyans!” she grinned evilly at me,
roughly grabbing hold of my right arm and lifting me up from the floor. I cried
out when her rough calloused hand squeezed my arm painfully before she pushed
me out of the cubicle.
“You’re really pathetic,” she said mockingly, her eyes narrowing at the redness
that began to appear on my arm where she’d touch. The contrast between the red
blooming on my arm against my pale skin was quite glaringly obvious.
“Well, don’t just stand there, girlie,” she shouted, “Get a fucking move on!”
She lightly kicked me in the behind and I winced as I stumbled slightly in my
footing. Another Saiyan, one I hadn’t met yet took my wrists and clasped on a
pair of fancy looking hand cuffs. These were also obviously Saiyan technology.
I glowered at the device on my hands but couldn’t do much except to join the
rest of the prisoners getting off.
“A pretty thing like you’se is gonna reeaaaalllyyyy suffer,” a man drawled at
me, leering at my figure with stark lust. His tail wasn’t wrapped around his
waist like how the other Saiyans wore their tails. Instead it flickered in
excitement as I neared. “Mmmm, young and fresh…When they’ve juuuust hit
puberty’s the best time for fuckin’…”
I shivered at his words and he guffawed at my reaction. I stumbled once more as
another Saiyan roughly pushed me to go faster.
“Get moving, girl!” he growled, “This isn’t the time to be gawking at others!
You’re slowing up the line!”
As soon as I felt bright light engulf me, I knew we were in for a whole
different kind of scene. The air was hot, smelly and thick. It felt like a
market place, with smoke, steam and shouts floating about without a pause for
breath. I inhaled and immediately wrinkled my nose at the smell of sweat, food
and…was that…lust? How did I even know what it was? I’d never even knew that
lust itself had a distinct scent and somehow miraculously I knew it here, on
this alien planet. Just what the hell was going on here?
I took in the sights and felt my mind falter. It was a marketplace! There were
street vendors everywhere. There were people selling food, drinks, armour and
weapons of all sorts. There were even those selling vehicles and animals. I
watched in intrigue as a Saiyan woman brought out a large fourteen feet tall
horse-like creature with four pairs of legs. It trudged behind her as she
pulled on the harness and when the animal refused to move, the woman simply
pulled harder, dragging it for a good few feet until the creature relented and
began walking obediently. Their strength was obvious for the woman didn’t look
at all perturbed. They were Saiyans after all.
So I continued watching them with interest as I walked to the middle of the
market. Saiyans big and small, tall and short, large and lean, all bustled
about shouting, screaming and barking their orders, demands and requests. Some
of them chanced to look at us with interest but others were more focused at the
middle of the market where what looked to be an auction was taking place. My
stomach plummeted as I drank in the sight of Trunks and Vivi on display.
Vivi stood very still, tears streaming down her face as she trembled slightly
on the stage. Her clothes were ripped off once again and her breasts were
nearly completely bare for the world to see. She looked scared but also
resigned to her fate. Trunks, however, looked defiant and beyond pissed. His
jaw ticked several times but he was powerless. They’d done something to my
brother that prevented him from going Super Saiyan. It prevented him from
breaking lose and destroying every single one of them.
“We have here a young male half breed Saiyan!” the auctioneer called out to the
crowd enthusiastically, “He’s half Earthling, half Saiyan royalty! That’s right
folks, his dad ain’t other than World 2’s Prince Vegeta himself! Ain’t that
something! Look at his fine colouring, ladies and gentlemen! Lavender coloured
hair and so neat and trim too, better than a limp dish cloth, I say! This boy
right here is only thirty years old and seems to be in prime condition. I’m
told he could even turn Super Saiyan and a couple of levels beyond that as
well. Do I hear 50 million gos? 60 million? Going once? 80 million?...”
And the bidding continued. I looked at Trunks in sadness and desperation. What
was to become of us? How were we going to survive this? Those were the thoughts
that were running through my head as I waited in the long line of prisoners to
be sold off.
“How much for the pair, you ask?” the auctioneer cried out, “Well, if it’s a
pair you want we’ll start the bidding at a 100 million gos! This here is a fine
young half Saiyan girl. She’s a songbird, I’m told. Has a voice like an angel!
So 100 million for both! Going once, going twice, and I have a bidder at 300
million...”
He trailed on and on until it reached about 800 million in price and I watched
in shock as a beautiful Saiyan woman practically flew off the ground in her
determination to buy both my brother and Vivi.
“I’m offering one billion for those two!” she cried out.
The other bidders who’d wanted my brother looked defeated. There were groans
and protesting shouts but ultimately Vivi and Trunks were sold to her.
She’d come with two other Saiyan helpers, I didn’t know whether they were
slaves themselves or not but from what I had seen, you could tell the slaves
from the free folk. The slaves were always very simply dressed, modest and
nothing outstanding whereas the free people walked around in either fancy
armour or expensive looking clothing.
The woman and her two helpers held onto Trunks and Vivi and I watched in
extreme sadness as they dragged them both away.
“Trunks!” I cried out, desperately, “Trunks! Vivi! I love you! I love you!”
Trunks turned to face me, his eyes desperately seeking me out. He wanted to say
something but the woman quickly grabbed him by the neck and pushed his head
down as she leaned in to whisper something into his ear. My brother didn’t turn
to look at me again. My heart shattered as I watched him and Vivi disappear
into the sea of people.
“Hush!” a voice hissed at me. A tall muscular Saiyan grabbed me by my shoulders
and shook me roughly. “Be quite or I’ll gag that pretty mouth of yours.”
My mouth closed automatically but I glared up at the man. He smirked at my
reaction but merely pushed me so I was in line again.
“Next up, we have a real winner in our hands!” the auctioneer drawled out his
words to build anticipation, “He is none other than…The one, the
only…Kakarot!!!”
There were loud screams, jeers and cheers at the name and I felt my whole body
twitch in a flicker of hope. So Goku-san survived the attack? If he survived
then we probably had a chance to make it out alive and free…
I watched in shock as they wheeled in Goku. He was chained, hands and feet
together and he was the only prisoner left in a small glass container. It was
basically a smaller version of our cubicles. His dogi was ripped and torn in
several different places. His heavily muscular torso was completely bare and I
could see there were cuts and bruises everywhere. Splashes of red were peppered
all over his lightly tanned skin. But his eyes…they were still alive with a
burning anger. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Goku-san look this furious. It was
a quiet hot fury unlike anything I’d ever witness before. And it was
terrifying.
The crowd began screaming and yelling. Some people even threw things at Goku’s
cubicle. He remained utterly furious looking and his expression didn’t change
in the slightest.
“Fuck this guy! We should just kill him!” a man shouted, running his hand
through his neck in a gesture that was meant to reflect cutting a man’s head
off.
“Yeah, chop this motherfucker’s head off!” a woman growled.
“He killed my family members! My dad and cousin died by his hands! This fucker
needs to pay!”
“C’mon, you guys, that just means he’s strong! Aren’t we usually celebratory
over strength!?”
“Yeah, he’s insanely strong! We should use that to our advantage!”
“Fuck you and your advantage!”
My mind whirled at their words. It was almost as if they knew Goku and had met
him prior to this day. I wondered if they were referring to recent kills, ones
that Goku committed when these Saiyans came to attack our home planet. But the
way they mentioned it…It didn’t sound as if it was a recent occurrence. These
Saiyans sounded like they had been nursing a hatred for Goku for quite some
time now. But that would imply that Goku had a history with these Saiyans and
that just didn’t make sense. It was all so bizarre.
“Now, now, settle down folks! You guys wanna kill each other, you can do it
after. This guy right here doesn’t need an introduction so let’s just start the
bidding! Going at 100 million gos! Anyone? 200 over there! 400 million from the
lady at the back! 600 hundred!”
Once again there was a whirlwind of a bidding that took place. People left and
right began chattering loudly. Everyone seemed to want Goku. I thought my
brother and Vivi was an intense auction but it was nothing compared to Goku’s.
People even began punching each other for him!
“SETTLE DOWN, FOLKS!” Shoom’s voice boomed out across the whole stage. He
glowered at the crowd and they reluctantly began pulling apart from one
another.
The auctioneer gave a grateful glance at Shoom and continued the bidding.
Goku’s price had skyrocketed to an outstanding 2 billion gos! Why was he so
coveted? There had to have been a reason why these Saiyans were so parched for
him.
Suddenly the crowd quieted. It was almost as if a dark ominous cloud fell over
them as they fell into silence. This time, it was a pin drop silence as no one
even dared whisper to each other. The crowd parted with ease like an invisible
blade had cut through them.
An incredibly tall man walked forward as his men trailed behind him. Their
leader was about seven feet tall and his wild greying mane went about
everywhere. He wore a greying beared yet despite his old age it was clear that
this wasn’t a man to be trifled with. He had on armour that gleamed in the sun
light and I saw a massive chain rapped around his waist along with his tail.
That chain was attached to a sinister looking mace. I knew almost instinctively
that this man was a killer. No one dared breath at that point and when I
chanced a look at Shoom the man looked somewhat nervous. He wasn’t pissing his
pants like the others were but he didn’t look quite as smug. Something a little
vindictive inside me was glad to see that expression on his face.
“I’m purchasing them all,” he said, his voice was loud and clear but also very
calm, “You give me every single one of these slaves and I’ll pay you
generously.”
The auctioneer visibly trembled. Swallowing loudly, he nodded his consent.
Shoom, too, nodded in agreement.
And just like that, all of us were sold to the impossibly tall and ageing
Saiyan and his crew. We had absolutely no idea of who he was or what was to
become of us.
A/N: So Goku finally show up but Bulla hasn’t yet managed to speak to them.
Chapter 3 will be coming up soon.
***** Chapter 3: Smells Like a Saiyan *****
Author’s Note: Third chapter’s up. Goku is mentioned but he won’t have any
dialogue yet. He’ll get lots of screen time in chapter 5 though. Appearance but
no dialogue in chapter 4.
 
The rest of us were brought to another ship, one not quite as large as the one
that came to attack us. The metal of the ship was a beige sort of colour and
looked older than the one we were on. The design seemed a little old fashioned
too as this was more rounded, similar in design to a picture of a Saiyan pod my
mom had shown me when I was little.
Everything seemed to move like a blur once we were all aboard that ship. We
were told to sit alongside the corridor of the ship and were warned to listen
carefully. My heart began pumping so fast that I thought it really would take
flight and burst out of my rib cage and fly away.
The older greying, huge Saiyan stood and unwrapped his tail, along with it that
massive mace he had. He lifted the gigantic thing with his tail effortlessly
and flicked it to a prisoner who sat to his left. With a large bang, the man
was completely and utterly smashed into the ship and I gasped when it happened.
Blood splattered everywhere and when the mace was lifted, only a massive piled
of squished up blood and guts, bones and internal organs was left. It was so
horrific that I nearly threw up. Everyone around me were just as stunned into
silence. No one moved or breathed when it happened because it had happened so
quickly and so without warning.
“This is the fate of those who disobey me,” he stated calmly, as if he hadn’t
just killed a man with utter brutality. “My name is Calabash and all of you
belong to me now. To belong to me is not such a bad fate for a slave. I treat
my slaves well as long as they are alive, obedient and rake in the money. I am
Calabash, owner of Vegeta II’s most spectacular Saiyan Gladiator Pit. And you
men will serve me as my gladiators. You women are meat…Meat for my gladiators.”
I trembled. My worst fears were confirmed. I looked around me as other women
also began trembling and crying. They did so silently for no one dared to draw
attention to themselves. I turned to look at the men and they too looked
fearful. None of them seemed very pleased with their prospect either.
“You will fight each other and other creatures for the entertainment of the
free folk of Vegeta II,” Calabash continued, “The battles will be hard and your
life will always be on the line. Do not think you have even the slightest bit
of hope to escape. Your initial captors have already taken care of every single
chance of a rebellion. Inside your head is a tracking device and controller.
They put those in when you were resisting or when you were asleep in the mother
ship transported you here. It is impossible to remove and it is highly
effective. As many of you will have noticed, none of your power-ups or
transformations are working. It’s best to simply give up.”
Calabash looked straight at Goku then whose face still didn’t change from that
white-hot anger he so clearly felt. I was stunned to see Gohan who was also
chained and placed in a container similar to Goku’s, situated side by side with
his father. He looked devastated but also angry at the same time just not quite
on the same level as Goku. Goten was nowhere to be found.
Calabash turned then and walked away.
“Best get some rest, slaves,” he stated without turning around, “A new dawn
awaits you and you’ll need every bit of your strength.”
Once he was out of the corridor, his men immediately pushed us until our bodies
hit the walls.
“Lay back and rest!” they commanded. There was no room for talk despite the
fact that most of us clearly wanted to.
I don’t know how long exactly we were up in the air for in our travels. It
could have been two hours or half an hour. Hell, for all I knew it might have
been merely twenty minutes. But when we landed and were taken to these quarters
that separated us from the men, I began to feel a sense of panic once more.
How was I ever going to talk to Goku or Gohan if we couldn’t even see each
other? They were somewhat like uncle figures to me although I never really saw
them as such. They were more like family friends, my parents’ friends and were
related to my best friends. I wasn’t really close to them especially Goku, whom
was renowned for never showing up to any of our family or friend gatherings. He
was always off somewhere, training and fighting. But his strength was famed and
even though my father was reluctant to admit it, he would every once in a
while, mention Goku’s strength. He was our hope. Mine, Vivi’s, Trunks’ and
Gohan’s to get off this planet and return home…Even if there wasn’t really
anything to return to.
I watched Goku and Gohan grow smaller and smaller as I was dragged off to the
female slave’s quarters. I think Gohan’s eyes met mine and a flicker of
recognition appeared but I wasn’t too sure. It was too brief of an encounter
for it to be really called that even.
The Gladiator’s Pit was an impressive seventy-foot-tall structure and it was
elevated off of the ground by some kind of gravity defying technology. It was
made of some type of metal but it was rather exquisitely designed. The whole
thing was circular in diameter but its outer structure had beautiful patterns
and sculptures. It looked old yet modern at the same time like some kind of
twisted thing occurred where the old was trapped with the new.
As Calabash’s men led us across the pit itself where obviously the fighting
took place, we were told that we would be trained to be pleasure slaves. Some
of us, those with great beauty or special talents would be prized above all
else and we’d be “gifts” for the warriors who won a bout of the games. There
were twelve bouts in each season and a season lasted three months. Each bout
would last around five to twelve hours depending on the number of fighters
thrown in the pit. The numbers always varied. When a warrior wins his first
bout, meaning he’d beat every single fighter aside from himself, he would be
gifted with a prized pleasure slave. If, in the highly unlikely event he’d win
all twelve bouts, then the prized pleasure slave he wins will be permanently
his to own regardless of the season ending. A gladiator season occurred twice
in a year; once when it was nearing Saiyan heat season and another when it
wasn’t. This was so that those who enjoyed the intense brutality of the fights
would then be able to watch the games with a hedonistic high whereas those who
weren’t quite as vicious could enjoy the games without the messiness of wanting
to fuck and fight every few minutes.
Every single thing that was mentioned was making my stomach do weird cartwheels
inside. I felt like vomiting and yet at the same time felt desperate enough to
simply want to kill myself. I was even entertaining thoughts of biting my
tongue off and just bleeding to death. What was I to do? Should I even put my
hopes up on Goku and Gohan? Could they beat everyone here and break free? Or
was I living in a dream world? If only somehow, we could get a hold of the
dragon balls…then maybe…
But Picollo was nowhere in sight. He might have been killed already. Without
him, the dragon balls were gone for good. Perhaps we could try the Namekians’
dragon balls but that was also if they were still alive. I wouldn’t put it past
these Saiyans to plunder every single planet in our universe. Considering the
size of their cargo ship before and the fact that I’d personally seen Namekians
aboard that ship didn’t look too optimistic.
When we finally were at the female quarters, several slave women stepped out
and began talking to us as they unchained us. All of them began inspecting us
closely. The men left us to them without exchanging to many words.
A tall dark skinned, dark haired beauty approached me. She was dressed in a
simple white wrap that covered her torso quite modestly but left her arms and
legs quite bare. She had a gold arm band that wrapped around her upper arm
securely. She smiled at me kindly and pointed to it.
“This is what shows you that I am a slave and I am Calabash’s,” she stated
informatively. Moving to my side, she unlocked my shackles but before I could
savour the feeling of my wrists being free, she’d made to place a band on my
arm. She was so fast and casual about it I couldn’t really react to her.
“You are exceedingly beautiful, little one,” she said smiling indulgently at
me, “I’m told you are a Saiyan by the other guards just now. The fact that
you’re also one of them will undoubtedly excite a lot of the other Saiyan
gladiators. They are sure to kill just to own you for a night.”
I shuddered at the thought. A sudden heat and cloying smell began to invade my
senses. Whatever the smell was it was definitely affecting me. It made my body
tingle in places that under such stressful events would not have. My brow
wrinkled as I inhaled more of the air around me and my body grew warmer.
“I am Zatulla,” she spoke softly, as she led me to the baths, “I will clean you
up and make you look presentable as that is my duty. I think, given your beauty
and unique hair colour, you will probably end up as a prize to be won for the
bouts.”
Once again, I didn’t say anything in reply. I began to grow a bit dizzy as the
scent continued to invade me. I was feeling rather hot and sweaty. It was…Oh my
god! It was my heat! But how? I had just finished my heat cycle several months
ago. I wasn’t to have another cycle in a year!
Zatulla smiled at me again, taking in my flushed and panicked look in stride.
“The Saiyan heat cycle is only about to begin on Vegeta II now,” her words were
soothing and melodic but I continued to breath heavily, “You’ve probably
noticed the scents and the heat when you first arrived at the market place.
You’re already feeling its effects on you. Don’t worry everything will be
fine.”
She led me into the large building which was the slave women’s quarters. An
enormous room filled with all kinds of beautiful bottles and cases greeted us
as she and the rest of the slaves with bands on their arms began to place bands
on us, the new slaves. I winced a little when I felt the metal bite a little
into my skin when Zatulla first clapped a band on me.
“The band takes a bit of your blood with it,” she explained, “You see, it acts
as a homing device too apart from just telling the free folk that you’re a
slave.”
Once we were done with the arm bands, Zatulla and the older slaves took us to
the bath houses where she insisted I strip and clean myself. I was reluctant to
do so but at the sight of other girls getting naked and the warm steaming
water, I relented. A bath sounded and looked absolutely irresistible.
The water was lovely in its warmth when I dipped into it. Zatulla immediately
began to wash my hair with delicate fragrant scents that I was sure had to be
some kind of flower but it clearly wasn’t from Earth as it smelled other
worldly.
“What is this smell?” I asked tentatively, finally choosing to speak to her for
the first time.
Zatulla’s smile was bright then. She practically shone at me, pleased that I
was finally beginning to open up.
“It’s the scent of a local flower that grows in these parts. The Saiyans call
it mirakuru flower. They say its scent is perfect to arouse a male’s desire,”
she told me, pouring more of the perfume into my bath.
“Is it true then?” I was curious and a little afraid. After all, if what she
said earlier about how this was Saiyan heat season, I had to be prepared if
they were going to douse my hair with an aphrodisiac designed to drive already
wild men even wilder.
“What? Raising a man’s libido?” Zatulla giggled lightly, “I really can’t
say...Saiyans generally are very...passionate creatures. It’s hard to tell if
they’re aroused by the smell of mirakurus or if it’s the effect of the full
moons or if they’re just horny because it’s Saiyan heat season...It could be
for all three reasons.”
I nodded slowly in understanding. It seemed I was screwed either way. As a
Saiyan, I felt extremely fearful of the prospect of losing my virginity to some
barbarian. Considering what my fate would be now that I am to become basically
“meat” for the men in this god forsaken Gladiator Pit, I knew there was little
to no chance of me actually surviving a heat season without doing the deed.
It made me so frustrated when I thought back to my first heat cycle and how I
had struggled so hard to keep myself in check...All those times I had resisted
the urge to seek out the Son men, especially Goten, who would have undoubtedly
been a way better candidate than any of these psychotic Saiyans or the other
gladiators made me feel cheated. I should have just flown to him, beg him to
sleep with me and be done with it. At least I knew Son Goten was a kind sweet
soul who would have treated me nicely in bed. Hell, all the Son men were
infinitely better candidates than the ones I might end up being raped by. The
only thing that always made me feel so guilty about fantasising over Gohan and
Goku was that they were way, way older and that both were married. But the
guilt disappears somewhat when you’re in heat...That and the fact that these
were still just mere fantasies.
I flushed a bright red suddenly when another heat wave seemed to have hit me. A
cloying lingering sort of scent was in the air once again. The temperatures
were rising and suddenly the bath I was in felt too hot. Puffs of hot air came
up to my face and I suddenly realised that it was my own panting.
“I feel...dizzy...,” I sighed, my voice felt light and feathery, “What’s
happening to me?”
“Shhhh, it’s alright little one,” Zatulla murmured gently, her fingers
massaging my scalp deliciously. “It’s just the Saiyan heat season that’s
affecting you. You’re lucky to be a Saiyan in these circumstances. You’ll have
a partner to rut with soon enough.”
At her words, I shook my head in protest but the smell in the air, the heat
that washed all over me was really getting a reaction out of me. I moaned
softly at how absolutely lovely Zatulla’s hands felt in my hair. Her slightly
long finger nails grazing my scalp made me close my eyes and sighed in bliss.
“Don’t be alarmed, girl,” Zatulla continued cooing at me, “These smells you’re
experiencing are simply the pheromones released by your fellow Saiyans who are
nearby. Your pheromones attract one another and it’s what causes you to have a
reaction and what causes them to have it as well.”
“It smells like...like sea salt,” I muttered as I took another whiff at the
air, eyes closing in pleasure as I delighted in the scent. “Like, the earth,
the woods and the sea and... I don’t know how to describe it. This scent that
makes me think of a man...It’s as if that’s the only way I would describe it. A
man’s scent...”
Zatulla hummed, hands going south to my back to give it a good scrubbing.
Another whiff of that heavenly smell sent me reeling.
“Oh my god...!” I cried out softly, “A scent like that should be illegal!”
“Tell me about it!” cried another Saiyan girl who was bathing a few feet away
from my tub. I knew she was a Saiyan from the tail that whipped about in the
tub.
“My name’s Koenigii,” she mumbled, sniffing repeatedly at the air to get more
of that delicious scent, “The male you’re talking about certainly smells
delicious but I’m more attracted to the other one who smells like him. They
smell alike but he has one scent that differs from that guy you seem so fond
of...The one scent I’m getting is the scent of paper...Books to be exact. This
guy smells like a nerd! Haha...”
Koenigii was giggling but her face looked intoxicated to the smell, almost as
if she couldn’t get enough of it.
A nerd!? My eyes immediately lit up when I remembered who that scent might have
belonged to. Gohan! Then that other scent must have been...! I could feel the
heat that came rushing up to my face as I realised I had been going nearly out
of my mind from a scent that belonged to a man who should have been more like
an “uncle” figure to me even if we weren’t blood related. Shaking my head of
the guilt, I tried to focus on something else to distract myself.
“I’m Bulla,” I introduced myself. “I’m from Earth. Where are you from?”
“I’m from planet Sadala,” she replied.
“From Universe 6’s Sadala? But I thought the Saiyans there no longer have
tails?” I breathed out curiously. This was indeed very strange and once again
all my earlier queries about this particular Saiyan race of Vegeta II rose its
ugly head.
“Huh? I don’t know what you’re talking about but I’m pretty sure where I’m from
we don’t have multiple universes...At least, not that I’m aware of...” her
voice trailed off in confusion.
Zatulla suddenly took my face in her hands and angled it so I couldn’t look at
Koenigii anymore but instead saw only her face.
“Alright, Bulla-chan,” she said pleasantly, “That’s enough chatting, I think.
Let’s get you prepped up for bed now.”
I was about to open my mouth to further ask Koenigii about her origins but the
slave girl tending to her also quickly ushered her out of her bath. She turned
to look at me but neither of us could very well speak when the ladies who were
waiting on us all but threw us out of the bathroom.
Zatulla dragged me to my room and gave me a change of clothes that I was
expected to wear tomorrow.
“These are my clothes?” I asked, wrinkling my nose as I raised a pair of bra-
let that sparkled and shone with the multiple sequins sowed into it.
The clothes barely covered anything and it resembled a costume for Mardi Gras
more like.
Zatulla smiled sadly as she nodded at me.
“Unfortunately, you are going to be a prize for the winner of the first bout,”
she explained, “The prize is expected to be decorated like so. You need to be
presented in revealing clothing and look your best.”
Cringing at the idea of being some sort of prize to be won, I felt another wave
of sadness wash over me. What kind of life was this? A sex slave for other
slaves...
“Come now, let’s get dressed for sleep,” Zatulla beckoned to me kindly.
I put on a nightie and quietly snuggled into the sheets of my bed. Zatulla bade
me good night and left me to sleep only I couldn’t. Not with everything that
had recently happened to me, at least.
My room wasn’t large by any means but it wasn’t cramped either. I was glad that
the rooms didn’t look like a prison even though the doors were locked at night.
I had enough room to walk about and there was a window with a great view of the
pit. To be honest, I wasn’t quite as thrilled when I realised that I would be
witnessing men rip each other to shreds if I so chose to look outside. Also,
the window was barred so as to prevent escape so really there was no freedom to
be found in that window. I sighed heavily.
This was my second night of being a prisoner. My mind drifted back to Earth, my
grandparents, my father and brother, Pan and Vivi and finally to my mother.
Bulma Briefs was renowned for her beauty and her genius brain but I knew her as
my Mom. She was Mom; beautiful, loving and overall the very best mother a girl
could ask for. She was my role model and proof that you didn’t need to have
physical strength to demand respect.
But she’d died because of that lack of strength. We couldn’t fight these damned
Saiyans who weren’t only powerful but they were also technologically advanced.
They had somehow managed to prevent my brother, Gohan and Goku to transform
into Super Saiyans with some kind of limiter.
I pondered over what exactly happened when these Saiyans first arrived. They
must’ve fought with Goku, my Dad and the rest but they managed to one up them.
I wondered how exactly did they manage to defeat Earth’s Saiyans to the point
that they were able to implant that limiter in their brains.
Another heat wave hit me and this time it hit me quite hard. A warm tingling
grew in the small of my back, right in between the dimples of my back almost as
if it was burning. I trembled and flushed darkly when I caught a whiff of that
delicious scent once again. Earth, wood, the sea combined with this delicious
masculine musk that invaded my mind. What the hell was going on with my body?
My back never tingled so much when I was in heat back on Earth. It was right at
the spot where my tail was too before my parents removed it the moment I was
born.
Groaning in frustration, I made to rub that spot just to try to soothe it but
what I felt freaked me out instead. My fingers brushed against a little furry
bump and I nearly screamed out loud.
“Pssst, Bulla!” I suddenly heard a voice call out to me.
“Koenigii, is that you?” I whispered harshly back.
“Yeah,” she replied huffily, “Mind turning down your pheromones there, girl?
It’s driving me fucking insane and I’m sure the dudes over there are clawing at
themselves just smelling you.”
“What do you mean? Are you saying I smell?” I cried out in disbelief.
“Hell yeah, you do!” Koenigii cried out in hushed tones, “Keep it under
control, will you? I can practically sense how horny those bastards are in the
men’s quarters. Especially that one dude with the sea salt smell on him. He’s
not moving around much but you can tell he’s going insane inside just based on
his fluctuating ki.”
My face burned at her words. My god, she basically just said that I had let out
a scent of my own and that Goku was responding to my scent. Oh, this was
exceedingly morbid beyond understanding. Goku was supposed to be like an uncle
to me. He was old enough to be my grandfather given that he was Pan’s and Pan
was just a year older than me! This was so wrong and sickening I began to feel
a little lightheaded.
A small sense of regret came over me when I thought about what a waste it was
that I never trained to be ki sensitive. I should have asked Dad or Trunks to
just teach me the basics at least. It was a useful skill to have after all.
“Whoa, now your ki’s fluctuating like mad!” Koenigii exclaimed, “You honestly
don’t know how to do anything, do you? Like, controlling your ki or keeping
your musk on the down low so people can’t smell you!?”
“How the fuck do you control something you never even knew you did!?” I said
through gritted teeth.
Another wave just hit me and my already feverishly hot body grew to almost
boiling levels. Sweat poured down my face as I squirmed in my bed. The intense
lust I felt was steadily growing and my mind flew to images of Goku’s hands
touching me all over. Those beautifully sculpted, big hands that had more than
one occasion lifted me up and twirled me about playfully when I was a little
girl. Those same calloused, long fingered hands that were now running through
my mind were anything but innocent.
Now all I saw were his hands rubbing all over my body in a possessive,
maddening way that made my breath caught. I pictured those hands on my calves
sliding up to my thighs and my hips, up to span the width of my waist and even
higher. I wriggled a little on the bed when I saw in my mind’s eye Goku’s hands
all over my large breasts, squeezing, rubbing, caressing me gently at first and
then like a man possessed. My body was pretty well developed for a sixteen year
old…
His mouth, those perfectly sculpted lips that weren’t too full nor too thin
also popped into my mind. Once that mouth had laughed delightfully at me when I
was a little girl playing with Pan and Vivi. I imagined those same lips kissing
me all over; gently, passionately, lovingly and even roughly.
What the hell was wrong with me? I’m really sick to have sexual fantasies about
a sixty year old man!
I’ve always found him handsome but the age difference and the fact that he was
married to Chi Chi always prevented me from truly relishing just fantasising
about him. Goku was boyishly good looking and despite the fact that he was
forty four years my senior, he still looked like he was in his thirties.
Saiyans aged differently, my father had told me this and I never forgot it.
Just one look at my mother and how much older she looked compared to my dad was
enough of a reminder. Regardless of how Saiyans aged, it was still wrong to
think of him in that way. The human side of me warred with my lust fuelled
Saiyan side. We were never meant to be. He was Vivi’s dad for god’s sake! Pan’s
grandfather!
But he’s not yours.
I froze when the thought fluttered through my head unbidden. It sounded like me
but a more sensual, dangerous me.
Chi Chi’s dead and so he’s no longer attached to anyone. Just smell the guy for
god’s sake - he’s perfect. You need this. You want this. Your body will die if
you don’t have him.
“Bulla!” Koenigii hissed out at me, “Cut. That. The. Fuck. OUT!”
“How?” I growled at her, “I keep smelling him and he smells...absolutely
divine...”
“Focus,” she hissed again, “Think of something nonsexual and focus on that.
Think about a barrier or a wall in between you and him and stick to it. It
won’t shut everything out completely but at least the poor dude and I can
sleep.”
So I tried to do as she asked and immediately felt a small sense of relief.
“Thank god!” she said happily, “Now let’s hope that fucker over by the men’s
quarters do the same.”
I waited a bit and realised that yes, Goku too had somehow lessened his own
scent. Relief flooded me and as I continued to build up on my mental wall, I
felt my body slowly come to rest. Before I knew it, I was falling asleep.
***** Chapter 4: The First Bout *****
Chapter Summary
     Author's Note: Longest chapter yet…With over 5k words (pats self on
     back)! This chapter still doesn't have that much Goku in it but I
     promise you he will be a main focus in the next couple of chapters.
     Like, Goku is there in this fic but he doesn't get any dialogue as of
     yet. I've written the next two chapters of this fic already at this
     point but I'll need to edit them before I post up anything new.
     WARNINGS: Some mildly graphic depictions of violence and gore,
     mentions of sex, coarse language, etc.
Chapter 4 – The First Bout
My mind was delirious with sexual thoughts and fantasies for the next couple of
days since I was brought to the Gladiator pit. And practically all of them
revolved around Goku. I had sniffed Gohan and the Saiyan guards multiple times
but none of their scents could really hold a candle to Goku's. Whenever I
could, I'd chat about it to Koenigii over our bath breaks. We'd really grown
pretty close to each other during these two days. I had way too many questions
about Saiyan heat seasons and Saiyans themselves to simply keep it all in and
Koenigii was a good source of answers.
Both of us were in the nude amongst other slave girls. The bath house was very
spacious and completely covered in steam. A selection of us girls were already
chosen to be the "gifts" for the winners of bouts. Out of twenty girls brought
in only five were selected as gifts. Koenigii and I were amongst them and we
were the only Saiyan gifts, others being different species of aliens. Zatulla
had explained to me that as gifts we were to be rotated for the twelve bouts so
some of us would be the prize more than once. It was all basically a game of
luck, she'd said.
Zatulla told me that the first bout would start very soon - in a day in fact.
The full moon was approaching and she told both me and Koenigii that the
Saiyans here had developed a special device they would wear that allowed them
to not turn into an oozaru when they looked at the full moon. Apparently, they
had even evolved to the point where their oozaru form wasn't as large as the
one hundred foot giant form Koenigii and I were familiar with. On this planet,
should they wish to turn into their transformation it was a form where they
would gain a few feet in height and they'd still look like an ape just not one
the size of a building.
Zatulla told the five of us "gift girls" that we would be given more freedom
than the others. We would be bathed and kept looking pretty frequently. We
could take long hours just to relax in the bath houses, put on makeup or do our
hair. Zatulla was appointed my personal groomer as she put it. She'd help bathe
me, dress me and even put on my makeup...All this so we could look pretty for
the men who'd win us in battle.
I was sickened and yet some small part of me was thrilled at the thought. The
idea to actually face Son Goku again, Earth's mightiest warrior and the savior
of the universe, under these circumstances was exhilarating to say the least.
My body seemed to crave his unlike anything I've ever experienced. But then it
was so repulsive too; the idea of me, Bulla, daughter of his best friend
Vegeta, close friends with Pan his granddaughter and Vivi his daughter, lusting
after him was sickening. It was basically fifty shades of fucked up to put it
bluntly. Yet, my body still continued its unrelenting craving for him.
Once again, I could feel the warm delicious feeling of arousal as it spread all
over my body. I flushed as an image of a battle scarred, impossibly ripped and
shirtless Goku flashed in my mind. I'd seen his shirtless body a couple of
times whenever he'd come over to Capsule Corp to train with my Dad. There was
no denying that Goku was in incredible shape but before I was affected with my
heat, Goku was never really an object of lust for me. This obsession with the
father of one of my best friends was going out of control... I was teeming with
questions and Koenigii seemed to have all the answers.
"If you're so attracted to one particular guy's smell it's usually because he's
your mate," Koenigii told me that day. She stroked her chin thoughtfully.
"It's rather rare for Saiyans to mate though. Even where I'm from, most of us
just fuck during the heat cycles. People only mate with one another when
they're just meant to be which is a very rare occurrence," she further
explained.
"What exactly does mating mean in your world?" I asked trying not to sound like
a frustrated teen. "What does it mean to be mated?"
"Mating happens when two Saiyans have intercourse with one another under the
effects of the Saiyan heat cycle, full moonlight and when they pledge to be
with one another for all their lives," she patiently said, "They give each
other the bite that marks the other as theirs. It's incredibly rare for Saiyans
to mate because generally we're just not a very loving people. We are a race of
warriors. To love one partner for a lifetime and to die simply because your
mate perished is ridiculous if the majority of us were of that nature. We'd be
extinct faster than you can sneeze."
I nodded and made a gesture to tell her to go on. This was all very intriguing.
"Most Saiyans just fuck each other like bunnies during the Saiyan heat season
and during the full moons," Koenigii continued, "We have sex with multiple
partners or with just one; the number of partners doesn't really matter. The
main intent is to get pregnant with brats. Since we're so violent and die so
quickly and frequently, we're also set to make as many offspring as we can.
Looking at this planet here, these Saiyans are not much different from mine.
They just seem to be more technologically advanced and evolved a bit more is
all."
"I'm only half Saiyan though...," I mumbled, "Should the heat affect me as much
as a full blooded Saiyan?"
Koenigii blew air from her bottom lip at this and shrugged.
"Well, judging from how you're doing right now, I'd say you're more Saiyan than
whatever other half you are."
My eyes widened as I thought about it further. It began to make more sense.
"Your sense of smell is sharp, you're affected by the male's scent, and you
most definitely eat like a Saiyan," she elaborated, recalling how I had scarfed
down mountains of food that morning.
"What about my tail?" I said, lifting up the foot and a half long appendage. It
was covered in blue fur exactly the same shade of blue green as my hair. My
tail had grown to a considerable length within two days and from the little
twinges of pain I'd get every now and then, I'm guessing it was still growing.
"It's growing slowly but surely," Koenigii commented, "Most Saiyans grow 'em
even once it's cut off. It just happens automatically and usually the tails
just grow-," she snapped her fingers, "-like that! Within a blink of an eye -
full tail again!"
She walked around me as she took in the sight of my much shorter tail swishing
about in agitation. She smirked at it but a curiosity had also grown in her as
I watched her mischievous eyes flicker back and forth at my tail.
"I've never seen a blue furred tail before though. This is very unique and I'm
sure just the sight of you is gonna drive every single male Saiyan insane with
lust. Especially that male of yours. No lie, I think he's gonna fuck you to the
ground for days when he gets a hold of you. Be prepared to break your vagina is
all I'm saying."
"Ugh," I groaned slowly, "Lemme guess, Saiyans have a thing for tails?"
Koenigii's smirk grew even wider and before I could react she grasped my tail
in her hand and stroked lightly with her thumb.
The effect was immediate as I couldn't even control my urge to moan out loud.
It felt so good and the buzzing warm pleasure travelled all the way through my
entire body. My knees wobbled a bit and my breasts seemed to grow heavier and
softer, the nipples hardening instantly.
I blushed red and quickly snatched my tail back away from her. Sending her a
death glare, I even hissed at her in my animosity much like a cat that had been
hurt. Only later would I realised my animal-like reaction to her and feel a
creeping sense of remorse.
Koenigii snickered at me.
"Ooooh, looks like the princess isn't very fond of tail jobs, huh?" she
continued chuckling, "Don't worry, you're not really my type either. But gods
be kind to that motherfucker out in the male quarters...He's gonna go fucking
out of his mind when he catches you."
"If," I replied roughly, "If he catches me. We don't know yet who'll win this
first bout. I might be given to some other gladiator."
"You better hope that doesn't happen," Koenigii said, "If your male lives he'll
kill the other male who claims you. And if your male dies before he even gets
to mate with you then you're in for a shit ton of heartbreak."
"What do you mean?" I asked in alarm, "If we're not mated yet and if he dies
how will it affect me? We were never mates in the first place."
Koenigii sighed and shook her head.
"You're like a child...," she muttered under her breath. "Okay, listen up,
Bulla-chan, in Saiyan culture and basically in our natural genetic makeup
there's such a thing as imprinting. If during the heat cycle, you so happen to
be particularly attracted to a specific person's scent or if you look into each
other's eyes and you feel this strong tugging sensation in your heart or in
your stomach then that means you've imprinted. Get it?"
"But...Does that mean that...," I mumbled in shock as I let her words sink in.
I didn't get to finish my question because Koenigii just cut me off.
"Yes, exactly," she answered, "Once we've imprinted, even if you haven't marked
each other and sealed the mating bond yet, if your imprint dies, the pain and
heartache will still appear. Although you won't be too depressed to the point
of also ending your life, you'll go through life a changed person. The death of
your future mate would affect the way you look at life and you will never be
the same again. Do you honestly want that to happen?"
I shook my head lightly and sank in the warm water even further. Bits of the
petals of the mirakuru flower were sticking themselves on my cheeks and the
bridge of my nose as half of my head went into the water.
"Why are you so opposed to mate with this guy anyway?" Koenigii drawled, "He
ugly or something?"
I shook my head in response, blushing when an image of Goku's handsome smiling
face flashed across my mind.
"So what then? He's weak? He doesn't smell weak...But scent can only tell you
so much...," Koenigii muttered.
"It's not that..." I replied. "He's just decades older than me! The man is
forty four years my senior and he's my best friends' father and grandfather.
Like, one of them, the one who is a year older than me is his granddaughter!
It's just so wrong on so many different levels."
Koenigii stared blankly at me for a minute before she burst out laughing. To
say I was taken aback would have been an understatement. How dare she laugh at
this? This was a serious social taboo I was getting myself tangled in. A man
old enough to be your grandfather is definitely a big red flag for a potential
mate.
"You think this is funny!?" I snarled at her.
She wiped a tear away, chuckling lightly.
"I don't know how you Earthlings were raised but for us mate bonding is natural
and going against it is like going against the need to breathe. Age difference,
best friends' relationships and whatever other stupid social construct your
planet has come up with shouldn't be considered - ever! If you've imprinted
then it's final. You're mates for life."
Shaking in my disbelief, I could feel anger and shock at her dismissive
attitude about my plight.
"How can you not see how wrong this is? How disgusting I am for lusting after a
man old enough to be my grandfather!? This man saw me at my birthing. He saw me
since I was running around in diapers and he's always treated me like his
daughter or grandchild. And I'm only sixteen! Why can't you see how fucked up
this is?" I cried out, voice raising in my anger.
I could feel the hair in the back of my neck stand up on end, my mouth suddenly
felt heavy like it was full of teeth and my eyes narrowed at Koenigii.
Subconsciously, I ran my tongue over my teeth and flinched when I felt the
sharpness of my canines. They'd grown larger and more pointed than usual,
another side effect of the heat I supposed.
"Mating is a rare occurrence, Bulla-chan," Koenigii said, her voice suddenly
much deeper than usual. Gone was that look of amusement and in its place was an
expression that meant business.
"You would condemn yourself to a life of suffering and pain if you deny your
instincts to mate with him," she went on, eyes boring into mine, "Fuck your
best friends, fuck society's rules. Look at where you are now anyway. Look at
what you are now - an animal meant to be food for other stronger animals.
Society's laws don't apply to you. They never did."
I shook my head at her words. I backed away from her in my disgust with her way
of thinking. What insanity was this? How could anyone justify what she was
saying as natural and acceptable?
Grabbing my towel from Zatulla, I quickly made to exit the bath house. I didn't
bother to turn around to Koenigii's calls after me. I'd had enough for the day.
I'd had enough of this planet and these crazy sick people.
"Mom, what would you do?" I mumbled under my breath once I was in my room.
Tears were slipping past my eyelids and I did nothing to stop it. My heart
clenched when I thought of her. Again, her cold lifeless eyes came hurtling in
my mind and my heart wept at the sense of loss I was experiencing.
I thought about it deeply. I knew how strong my mother was emotionally and
mentally. She was a tough cookie despite not being a fighter. Her strong
willpower and go-getter attitude was what drew my stubborn uncontrollable
Saiyan father in the first place. So what would she do if she was in this
situation!?
Well... Her grand schemes always involved my dad and Goku...I knew she would
also probably try to get the dragon balls as well but that was a no since these
Saiyans killed everyone on earth, including Dende and Piccolo, which would then
result to there being no dragon balls at all.
Okay, so no dragon balls. What then? My father wasn't anywhere around. We are
completely unsure of my father's status. Trunks, Vivi and Pan's fates were also
one giant question mark. I literally only had Goku and Gohan as an option.
Goku...Knowing my mother she'd definitely pick him as her first choice to do
hero work. Could I also expect the same from him now that I had burning desires
for him?
My eyes squeezed shut as I tried but failed miserably to block out more images
of Goku and I. Limbs tangling with each other, moans, groans and sighs, his
rough calloused hands grabbing me, bruising me as he took hold of my flesh,
squeezing, touching, loving me...I groaned when I suddenly smelled him in the
air.
That gorgeous scent permeated my senses once again and another moan escaped my
lips.
'Oh, gods, Bulla, stop thinking about him like that! It's only making him react
to your scent!' my thoughts screamed at me inside my head, 'Stop it, Bulla.
Don't be such a slut! Focus!'
After slapping my face a couple of times with both hands, I concentrated on an
imaginary wall separating us. I focused on how that wall was going to keep Goku
out, how it would keep his scent from reaching me and vice versa.
I gasped when suddenly, I saw in my mind's eye, the imaginary wall I had
conjured up shake.
'What the hell was that?' I thought, panicking a bit when my gut instincts
whispered the name of the man who was taking over my mind lately. 'Does he know
what I'm trying to do? Could he see what's in my mind?'
I focused on that virtual wall again but nothing happened.
Sighing in what was part relief and part anxiety, I closed my eyes and snuggled
further under the covers. I needed my rest desperately. Tomorrow would be the
first bout after all and I was going to be the prize for it.
My heart thudded loudly in my chest when I thought about being a mere sex
object for the winner of the games. Who would be the winner? I didn't know
whether or not to root for Goku or to root for another person. On the one hand,
Goku was kind, sweet and goofy. He was a good man, at least. I knew he wouldn't
treat me like dirt even if I was his prize. On the other hand, he was a man old
enough to be my father or even grandfather...It was such a forbidden fruit that
I cringe inwardly every time I pictured the consequences should our family or
friends find out we were ever involved.
'If,' a soft voice corrected in my head, 'If you're ever involved with him. He
might not be the winner tomorrow anyway.'
'This is Son Goku we're talking about here. He'll win,' another voice argued.
I sighed once more but this time it was in frustration. It looked like I was in
for a long night...
The next morning came by faster than I had expected. To say that it wasn't
incredibly nerve wrecking would have been an outright lie on my part. I was so
nervous and afraid that I was shaking throughout my preparation to look
presentable.
Zatulla kept trying to calm me down as she helped wash me, make me up and style
my hair but every once in a while, I would begin to tremble in fear
uncontrollably.
This was almost as frightening as the day the Saiyans came to invade our
planet.
I reeled at the thought of how I would be treated by the winner of this bout.
What if it was Goku who'd win? What would happen between the two of us? Zatulla
had even warned me that the full moon would appear tonight and to prepare
myself should I actually be given to a Saiyan winner.
"He will most definitely take you tonight if he's Saiyan," she said gently,
"And this master of ours doesn't bother equipping his Saiyan slaves with the
limiter to stop you from transforming. So please avoid looking at the full
moon, my dear."
Tears welled up my eyes again as my thoughts lingered on what was to become of
me. I stared at my reflection in the large full length mirror as Zatulla
continued to pin my costume carefully.
I was dressed in some sort of sexy slave girl outfit, one that was designed to
stoke the lust of males. It was basically a sparkly sequinned bikini in gold
but there were swaths of sheer gauzy-like cloth attached from a bracelet I had
to wear all the way up to an arm band on my upper arms including one that
symbolised my slave status. This was the part that required Zatulla's help. The
sheer cloth was also attached from my hips to my ankles which had an anklet
each.
'You look like some stupid concubine ready to be used by her master...,' my
thoughts whispered forlornly as I stared at my reflection.
"You look absolutely stunning, Bulla-chan," Zatulla sighed, admiring her handy
work the minute she was finished. "Whoever the winner of today's bout is, he is
indeed one lucky man."
I burst into silent tears at her words. Zatulla quickly made shushing noises
and tried to comfort me.
"There, there, Bulla-chan," she crooned at me, "Don't cry. There are worst
fates out there for slaves like us. You'll grow used to it."
"I-I don't think s-so...," I hiccupped, trying to wipe away my tears. "I-I was
going t-to b-be an i-i-inventor l-like my mom! I w-was g-gonna get a degree a-
and g-get m-m-married at the r-right time. I-I was gonna be somebody!... I
don't think I can ever learn to accept this!"
"Not now, you won't," she conceded, "But sooner or later you will."
'I won't!' I thought stubbornly. I didn't voice out my opinions but I knew in
my heart that I was determined to never lose myself in this place. I knew who I
truly was. I would never give up my hopes and dreams to freedom even if it
kills me. I'm Bulla Vegeta Briefs, daughter of Vegeta the Prince of all Saiyans
and Bulma Briefs genius inventor of Capsule Corp. I was a Saiyan Princess by
blood and a genius in my own right. I'll figure this out. I'll escape this
place.
"Come now, let us not ruin your made up face," she said, steering me to a
different room I had never been in. "It's time, my dear."
She led me to this new room filled with large people sized glass jars. They
looked like bell jars but with these technologically advanced platforms for
people to stand on. I knew they were probably what would keep a prisoner from
accessing their powers or something.
"Step inside," Zatulla gestured to one such container.
I followed her wordlessly, my heart once again beating incredibly fast in my
rib cage. This was so gut wrenchingly sickening that I immediately felt like
vomiting. I turned to Zatulla when the bell jar was sealed and I was trapped
inside. She gave me a small sad smile as suddenly the jar I was in was lifted
up slowly and the ceiling cracked open to let me out. I tried to return that
smile but all I could feel was intense fear and nerves.
I gasped when I was finally out in the sunlight and all around me were
thousands and thousands of Saiyans cheering, chanting, howling at the pit and
at the gladiators standing in the pit. Rows and rows of seats for the audience
stretched out in an impressively large oval shape that encircled the pit. It
was like a modern look to the coliseum of old in Ancient Rome only bigger and
way more modern looking. There were hologram screens up all around the stadium
for the audience to have a clearer view of the fight.
I counted seven gladiators in the middle of the pit all dressed in these
Saiyans' armour. My heart skipped a bit when my blue eyes fell on Goku's
menacing form.
Gohan wasn't there so that meant he wasn't selected for this bout.
"Saiyans!" the announcer's loud voice boomed over the crowd. He was using an
odd-looking device that made his voice way louder than usual but it looked
nothing like a microphone. Calabash sat beside him in a large throne, looking
as grim as he had when he first purchased us.
"Welcome to the first bout of the heat season. We're sure to have an
interesting show for you tonight. In the pit this evening, we have the
legendary Kakarot after all!" he said, gesturing straight to Goku who I could
see from a large hologram screen had the same dead serious furious look except
this time he was very much aware of the crowd.
Those deep dark onyx eyes scanned the crowd in what looked like a deadly glare.
Then those same dark eyes fell on me and I suddenly trembled feverishly. I
looked straight into his face where he stood in the pit and even though he was
so far away, I knew he was affected too. His form seemed to shake a bit as well
before he avoided all eye contact with me and turned away. I didn't bother to
look at the screen anymore when the real Goku was right there in the pit.
"Tonight, our bout's winner will win a great gift," the announcer went on,
"Floating right beside me is a Saiyan princess. That's right, folks! This
gorgeous little blue haired creature is the half breed daughter of the late
Prince Vegeta of their world!"
His words didn't escape me, not a single one. Tears threatened to pour out of
my eyes once again when he confirmed my suspicions about my Dad. Dad was
gone...He wasn't kept alive as a prisoner like Goku, Gohan or Trunks. He was
truly gone much like Mom.
"Let's not waste time anymore, ladies and gents! Let's bring out the biiiiiiigg
guuuuunnnnnnnsss!" he hollered dramatically, gesturing to the left and right of
the pit.
The large steel doors circling the pit itself lifted and out came gigantic
beasts the size of the dinosaurs back at home. All of them were fierce looking
and they looked extremely hostile.
A large cat-like creature with rows and rows of sharp teeth hissed at the
gladiators and began circling them slowly. It was sleek and black with a long
tail that swished about in agitation. Its glowing eyes promised a hell of a
time for the men who were trapped in the ring. Another enormous beast with
sharp horns protruding out of its head began to paw at the ground predatorily.
It reminded me of a really big rhinoceros just much larger and fiercer.
Most of the fighters were trembling in fear but Goku and a couple of other men
looked fearless and battle ready. Goku in fact looked like he welcomed the
fight.
'Please let Goku be the winner,' I gasped when I realised that I was the one
who had thought that up. I secretly wanted to be given to him but before I
could really contemplate on that fact one of those large monsters had leaped at
the fighters.
The first attack was made and it was the cat-like creature who swiped at them,
claws and teeth bared. Goku and several others evaded the attack with lightning
speed but two men were slashed at and their bodies practically were sliced
clean off by the animal's razor sharp claws. Blood splattered everywhere and
the crowd cheered even louder at the sight.
"Feast on their flesh!" I heard a Saiyan woman scream out to the pit.
"Slice and dice 'em, kitty, there's a good caturfah!" a male Saiyan called out
and I supposed that that was the name of the cat-like beast.
My breath caught when Goku crouched down and took off at the horned beast. He
must have jumped twenty feet into the air only to plant his fist directly into
the animal's cheek. The creature was lifted off of its feet from the impact and
it came crashing down against the ring surrounding them, screaming in pain. The
animal was so large that it crushed the part of the ring it came into contact
with, crushing the spectators who sat in those first tiers along with it.
I shut my eyes at the gruesome sight of rubble, smoke and squashed people.
Blood was literally everywhere now; on the grounds, on the parts of the first
couple of rows of the stadium and on the people.
Of course the more blood that was shed, the more these sickos cheered. They
went almost mad with the blood lust; hollering and howling, their eyes flashing
red and their fangs grew longer.
The sky was already beginning to dim and even though the moon wasn't out yet,
the symptoms were already starting to show. Even I was affected by it; my sense
of sight growing sharper and my canines were long and pointy.
The animal Goku had hit was still alive though and it tried to get up even
though it was clearly disoriented. Goku didn't give it the time to recover,
instead he jumped right up to plant a direct spinning kick on the caturfah in
the face only to then hop right on the creature's head and use it like a
catapult to spring him off so high that he was practically soaring. He landed
on the large horned creature with both feet slamming straight into the animal's
face. The animal's head was crushed in the most gruesome scene I'd ever had the
displeasure to witness. Torrents of blood gushed out from the crushed skull and
bits of its brain had scattered about it, coating Goku and his dark armoured
outfit with fresh splashes of blood.
A small trickling of fear began to grow inside me as I continued to watch a
blood soaked Goku kill these creatures mercilessly. I had never really seen
Goku in a real serious fight before but as far as I knew from the tales my
father or mother would reminisce, Goku always loved to draw out the battle for
as long as he could. He'd do it with enemies a thousand times stronger and even
with enemies much weaker than him. For him, the battle was something to be
savoured.
But this Goku...I gazed at him with a heavy heart as he continued to dispatch
everything that stood in his way. This Goku was nothing like the sweet, happy
go lucky man I knew since I was a baby. This Goku was sinister and violent. His
eyes were glowing, tail swaying in excitement and his canines longer and
sharper than usual. He was covered in blood and guts but anyone could see that
he was enjoying the hunt and the killings. He was an animal himself.
The fight seemed to go on for hours. On and on, more beasts were released into
the pit and more and more gladiators were thrown in to replace the dead ones.
Goku remained strong and standing, no critical damage yet.
A new long necked animal came hurtling at him in fury but he merely smacked the
creature away as if swatting a fly. He still hadn't transformed into a Super
Saiyan yet but I wondered if he even was allowed to given that they'd equipped
him with a limiter during our capture on Earth.
My stomach churned when I heard the crunching sound of bones being cracked.
Goku had snapped the animal's neck clean off. The crowd grew even wilder; men
and women alike began tearing off their clothes and some even began having sex
right in front of the crowd. So many of them were doing it as if it wasn't
anything indecent at all. Those who weren't engaged in sex were either fighting
themselves and relishing it or they were still focused on the gladiators. It
was like something out of some violent porno movie.
The smell of sex and blood filled the air. Cries, moans and screams floated
across the sky and from my high vantage point I could see everything that was
happening. My mind reeled at the insanity of it all but somehow, I couldn't
look away.
As the sky darkened and the moon began to reveal itself, the battle grew to a
close. The announcer shouted out the end of the first bout.
"The winner of tonight's bout iiiiiissss...!" he cried out, throwing his head
back for effect. Then he pointed a finger and screamed, "Kakarot of Third
World's Universe Seven's Earth!"
My blue eyes flew to look at Goku directly and my heart skipped a beat again
when his onyx orbs seemed to glower back at me. He did it. He was the winner of
this first bout. He had won me. I was to be his gift for tonight.
"Goku...," I whispered in deep fear as I looked at the destruction and chaos he
had created.
My breath hitched when his reddish eyes looked up to meet my blue ones and we
stared at each other for what seemed like the longest time.
Would Goku be the kind man I am familiar with or would he demand to use me as
is his right as the winner?
***** Chapter 5: His Five Fingers, They Curl Against Me *****
Chapter Summary
     Author's Note: Woohoo, fifth chapter is up! And finally! Some Goku/
     Bra interactions ahead. Goku might seem a little OOC in this chapter
     but it's mainly because he's under the influence of the Saiyan heat
     season as well as the moonlight.
     WARNING: Some lime ahead! You have been warned, children! Don't like,
     don't read, don't review.
Chapter 5 – His Five Fingers, They Curl Against Me
I supposed it is quite redundant to say that I was once again extremely out of
my mind with fear and anxiety. My heart was yet again beating itself into a
frenzy I wouldn't have been surprised if I tripped and it burst right out of my
chest.
I couldn't tell if I was in an advantageous situation or not. Goku had won me.
I was his prize for tonight.
If he was still the sweet goofy man I had once known then I was quite confident
that I'd be in safe hands. But the man I had seen fight today was...someone
else I wasn't familiar with. He scared me, the Son Goku I witnessed today.
A couple of Saiyan guards approached my now descending bell jar. Right before
my container landed completely on the ground one of the men pressed a series of
keys on the outside of my jar causing my container to continue floating a foot
above the ground but not any higher. The other one pulled a chain right from
the platform I was standing on and tugged at it, making my container and I
float quite smoothly to whichever way they went.
I remained silent in my bubbling fear, refusing to ask them my burning
questions about where they were taking me. All this while I completely avoided
looking at the sky in fear of actually turning into an oozaru. After all, I
already had a full length tail. It had grown to its full length during the
fight without my even noticing it until everything was over. Wincing slightly
at the sound of a loud animalistic moan, I trembled and felt my knees buckle.
My rump fell on the platform I had been standing on. The smell of a sordid lust
and burgeoning desire filled my nostrils once again, clouding my thoughts.
One of the Saiyans, the one who was tugging on my container, turned and smirked
at me.
"You in for one helluva night, little girl," he uttered in a guttural voice,
"The heat's hit him real hard. Never seen a more violent gladiator since
Calabash..."
I gasped at this revelation but words didn't leave me. So Calabash too was once
a gladiator. But thoughts of Calabash all drifted away at the sound of another
anguished animalistic groan.
We turned a corner and my heart leaped as I could make out the outline of Goku.
There he was, in all his half naked glory. Caked with dried blood and dirt, his
eyes were alight with a beast-like awakening and his mouth was set in a grimace
that bared his now long deadly canines. His muscles were tensed and bunched up
as he leaned against one of the walls of his prison, the indentation on the
wall a clear sign that he'd slammed his fists against it before. His tail,
usually nimble, was now swishing about him slowly as if he was aware of my
presence and what it would mean for the both of us.
"At ease, Kakarot," one of the Saiyans escorting me commanded. He made to punch
in several buttons on a keypad by Goku's door and swiftly gestured to his
friend to tug me on.
"We brought you your gift so stop whining already," he grumbled. "Be sure to
fuck her bloody for the next few days until the second bout of the season. You
might never get the chance to again."
Both Saiyans chuckled at this and the one tugging me pushed me forward into
Goku's prison, bell jar container and all. It was just like back on the ship, I
was suddenly allowed to phase through the glass doors.
"Take her back!" Goku snarled, his eyes fixed on the one who had pushed me in.
"I don't want her! I don't need any gifts! I won't use her like some kind of
depraved animal! Take her back!"
Goku was pacing back and forth very much like a caged lion in agitation. His
eyes were grim and sweat was pouring down his face. He was the very picture of
a dangerous creature not to be trifled with. All the while as he spoke to these
guards, he avoided all eye contact with me. In fact, he seemed determined not
to look at me at all. Ignoring my existence entirely while I could still smell
his arousal for me which was rather hypocritical on his part but I suppose I
could understand his need to preserve some form of decency.
"Says the fucker who's been so horny these past couple of days he couldn't even
sleep without his son punching him in the face until he passed out," the Saiyan
guard mocked. He was the taller one of the two, the one who'd taunted me when I
fell to my knees. "You're lucky you won some pussy tonight, Kakarot. Your son
and the others have to sleep with their dicks still stiff as a board for these
next few days."
"Yeah, Cumber's right," the other one agreed, "You should just enjoy yourself,
Kakarot. It's not every day a third class fucker like you get to screw some
royal cunt."
Needless to say, my face burned hot at their vulgar words about me. Everything
they said made me even more fearful of Goku and what he might do to me. Was
this man really Goku, or was he another person entirely? I could see no trace
of Vivi's kind understanding father in this wild Saiyan before me.
My fear bubbled up so much that I began to really shake. I turned to face the
wall where Goku had been leaning on so I could give my back to him. I was too
terrified to look at him as he was now.
"Get her out of here!" Goku roared, slamming his fists against the glass that
stood between him and our captors. The structure shook a bit but other than
that it stood solid as ever.
"Fuck you, Kakarot," Cumber retorted, walking away. "C'mon, Planten, let's get
the fuck outta here."
"Yeah," Planten muttered. The two walked away while Goku shouted after them,
screaming at them to get me out and as far away from him as possible. All his
cries fell on deaf ears as Cumber and Planten continued to walk away.
A few moments after, once both Cumber and Planten were truly gone, Goku grew
silent and he stopped bashing on the walls or doors.
I could hear the shuffling of his feet and the sound of his quickened breath as
he paced around again. I didn't turn to look at him as my fear kept me
paralysed to my spot.
"Quit it," he snarled, lowly and angrily.
I trembled at his words but his voice sent a delicious shiver running down my
spine. I hitched a little in my breathing and blushed when the scent of his
arousal invaded me yet again.
"I said stop it, Bulla!" he snapped. Suddenly my container lurched forward a
bit and I assumed he'd kicked it in his anger.
"Stop what!?" I gasped, tears glazing my eyes. My fear seemed to have tripled
when he'd lightly kicked my container.
"Stop doing that!" he bellowed, "Stop being afraid of me! Stop smelling like
you want me to tear off your clothes and fuck you on the floor hard and rough
until we're both too tired to move!"
I burst into tears then, his words cutting deep into my already fragile psyche
like a hot knife through butter. He truly frightened me, this new Goku I was in
the presence of. Yet at the same time I could not help but feel extreme desire
at his callous words. My thighs clenched, rubbing against each other and I
whimpered in my confusion and lust.
My body seemed to be on fire with the need for his. My tail was curling and
uncurling at a rapid pace in my lust filled haze.
"Gods," he moaned lowly, anguished by his desire for me, "Bulla, you smell so
good...It's enough to make me cum..."
My cheeks burned when I heard him speak. I stayed silent though because my fear
commanded me so.
"Your fear smells delicious...Everything about you smells so good..." Goku
continued to moan, "What the hell are you doing to me, princess?"
I licked my lips consciously and turned ever so slowly to finally take a good
look at him. My large blue eyes widened even further at his visage. Gone was
the sweet carefree man I knew. What I saw was a completely different person.
Goku was on the ground, half crouching and half leaning into my container so he
was nearly at eye level with me. His face was nearly pressed against the glass
and his warm breath stained the surface with the steam. Those normally large
expressive onyx eyes of his were shut in his suffering. Both hands were
grasping my container and his tail was...My eyes widened to what I suppose was
now saucer like in size. His furry appendage was no longer freely waving about
in the air. Oh, no, now that same furry appendage was entwined tightly around
his still cloth covered rigid member, stroking furiously as if it was a piston
desperately trying to bring an engine to life. I could make out the shape of
the mushroom-like tip of his very large, very hard cock and my body instantly
felt warmer, my face burning in lust-filled fascination.
Goku groaned, a sound filled with the promise of sweet blissful pleasure and
sin. That sound made my eyes lift to look at his face. The handsome boyish
features didn't look quite so youthful then. The beautiful straight line of his
nose, and the gentle flaring of his nostrils as he took in more of my scent and
sighed in his ecstasy, the ticking in his jaw as he clenched his teeth over and
over at his prolonged release, the eyes squeezed shut still...All of it was
evidence of his complete and utter desire for me. For me, Bulla Vegeta Briefs,
sixteen year old school girl...
I whimpered in answer to his groans and moans. Again, I rubbed my legs together
in my desperate need for release, a soft moan breaking past my lips, the sweat
between my thighs made me feel as though I was melting. I could feel the liquid
fluidity that was my feminine desire leaking out of me and staining my lower
bikini. Goku's response was immediate and it made my whole body set ablaze in
delight that I could invoke such a reaction from him.
Both his hands grasped at the container even harder and the glass cracked under
his strength. The tail that was furiously pumping his large stiff member seemed
to be moving at the speed of light; going so fast that all my eyes could make
out was a blur. My eyes further drank in the sight of that engorged male organ
still covered in his pants. That was all for meThat large, hard cock...The
thought of it made me grow even wetter than before.
"Ahhh, Bulla...," Goku cried out, hips thrusting slightly, "Wanted you for so
long...Couldn't stop dreaming of you...Need you so much, princess...Need to
feel your sweet tightness wrapped around my cock...Want those lovely legs
wrapped around my hips as I fuck you hard into the ground and make you scream
my name...!"
"G-Gokuuuu," I moaned in reply, licking my lips at his words.
This man was whispering words of sin right into my ears. He was clouding my
head with delirious sexual thoughts. No longer was I able to think straight
about what was right or wrong. What did it matter if he was decades older than
me? What did I care if his children, Vivi, Goten or Gohan, were to find out
about us? So what if they were going to be completely heartbroken and upset
with us? I couldn't even be bothered with the fact that I was still a virgin
and was only a teen. Nothing mattered anymore except for the promise of sweet
sexual release from Goku and that absolutely divine body of his.
"Ah! Princess!" Goku gasped suddenly, his body hunched over and his tail
whipped back almost as if it'd been electrocuted. His large body shook
furiously and he was groaning, moaning, almost howling as his forehead bumped
against the glass container repeatedly; his hips practically humping the bell
jar I sat in. A large stain began to appear on his pants and I knew that he'd
finally come.
"Gods, Bulla...That felt so good...," Goku drawled out, tongue swiping out to
lick his lips. The action was so erotic I mewled at the sight, a tremor flitted
through me and I could feel my breasts growing heavy and the buds of my chest
shrinking to hardened points. He was so beautiful in his pure masculine allure
that I couldn't resist drinking in the sight of him.
Son Goku truly was impossibly glorious to behold. The muscles around his
shoulders were taut with the tension from his release. And his massive arms
looked like they were carved out of stone; the deltoids, biceps and triceps
moved in a sensually attractive way as he shifted to sit on his haunches. Those
incredibly thick thighs, covered in muscles seemed to bulge slightly against
the cloth of his pants. The heavily scarred torso, roped with all the glorious
muscles he'd acquired through years and years of hardcore training and battles,
was covered in a sheen of sweat, dried flaky blood and dirt.
"Goku...," I whispered, my body still humming in its unfulfilled desire.
I reached out my hand to the glass to place it exactly where his right hand
was. I gasped when I felt the warmth of his hand even with the barrier of the
glass there.
At the indirect contact I'd made, Goku's eyes suddenly flew open. He glared at
me and quickly backed away from my container. Smoothly, his body hopped away
almost as if it were avoiding an explosive. His tail flickered about in his
anger.
And, god, he was angry...Positively furious... I didn't know how I knew but
somehow, I could tell how intense his anger was. It was like I could feel the
rolling waves of heat and fury leaping off of him.
"Goku...?" I called to him tremulously, my voice shaking a little in my fear of
his righteous anger.
"This...This is wrong!" Goku growled, his voice loud enough for me to just
barely hear, "What I was doing...What I was about to do...It's wrong! This is
all so very wrong! I shouldn't have done that! I shouldn't be lusting over a
kid barely out of childhood! Oh, God, what the hell is wrong with me? What
would Chi Chi say if she knew!? Oh, my god, Chi Chi!"
Then he began howling loudly, crying openly for the first time in front of me.
I had never seen Goku cry before. I don't think I have ever even heard tales of
him crying but now, here he was weeping in front of me in his torment and
guilt. The whole scene played out like something out of a dream...It was so
surreal.
"Chi Chi...I'm sorry..." he rasped out, hands grasping his face, "I'm sorry I
wasn't strong enough...I'm sorry I couldn't protect you...Sorry I couldn't
fight my lust for her...Forgive me, Chi Chi. Forgive me..."
I stared in absolute remorse as he continued to ramble on to his dead wife. I
felt so ashamed and humiliated suddenly. What the hell had I been thinking,
completely fine in my utter glee at having this man crazy with desire for me? I
was absolutely disgusting. Even if Chi Chi was gone now, it didn't mean it was
fine for me to just move in on her husband. She had only been gone for less
than a week anyway...And the way she'd died if what Vivi said was true was
absolutely horrific and Goku clearly was still in mourning.
Crying silently in my guilt, I vowed to myself to try my damnedest to resist
Goku from then on. I couldn't live with the guilt of sleeping with him knowing
what the consequences were. No one in our circle of family or friends would
ever accept our relationship. The age difference combined with just how
incredibly taboo the whole thing seemed was enough to make me see reason.
Just as both Goku and I had come to a consensus, he grumbled suddenly and his
body seemed to shake. It was only then I realised that the ceiling began
cracking open and the smell of the air surrounding the arena was still ripe
with lust, blood and the heat of the fight. Moonlight came pouring in our
prison and I quickly remembered to shut my eyes tightly, bowing my head so I
didn't look directly to the moon.
Someone must've opened the ceiling up...But for what reason I couldn't
understand unless it was deliberate. Our captors were also tormentors and
seemed to delight in further causing us grief. Inwardly, I cursed whoever the
Saiyan was who'd decided it was a good idea to let in the moonlight.
"Goku, don't look up. The full moon is ou-!" I called out to him but I
completely cut off my words because Goku's eyes were already fixed on the sky
above.
The moonlight completely engulfed us; Goku seemed to be illuminated in the pure
white light. His dark onyx eyes glimmered brightly as he continued to stare up
into the night sky.
The next thing that happened played out very much like a scene from a horror
film. One minute, Goku was standing there staring up and looking for all
accounts like a normal person then the next his body began to tremble, rather
violently. His eyes turned completely white, the pupils disappearing entirely.
He'd gritted his teeth and the already long sharpened canines grew even longer
to the point it emerged past his lips. His already colossal body mass seemed to
double in size and he cried out in agony as I heard his bones crack to stretch
to his new form.
Fur began growing everywhere, covering his torso and arms and I assumed his
lower body as well. As his size continued to grow, Goku doubled over, screaming
in pain as his spine bulged and the ridges popped up gruesomely. His legs grew
longer, the pants tearing to accommodate the growth in size. Writhing on the
ground, I continued to watch in horror as his body transformed into what looked
like the oozaru form of the Saiyans on this planet - a nine foot tall were-ape
monster with extremely large scary teeth. Lots of teeth.
I don't really remember when exactly he'd completed his transformation but at
some point, it ended and Goku laid there on the ground whimpering like some
beaten up dog. He was still in pain and only just recovering from the
transformation.
'Is he still Goku though?' I thought in fear as his form began to shift, the
whimpering dying down slowly. 'You keep asking this question tonight! But what
if this is just some mindless animal? Mom mentioned how when they were younger
Goku lost all reason when he transformed into a great ape...Could this be
similar?'
Goku stood up then, his back to me so I still didn't get a good look at his
face. He was panting rapidly not unlike a dog after a good run. Then I stopped
breathing when he started sniffing the air like a curious beast. Goku turned to
me then and I nearly screamed as I took in how different he looked from his
normal self.
This was an impossibly large beast, with glowing red eyes and fur covering his
nude body from head to toe. His face was that of an ape, longer snout and
flaring nostrils. He stared at me, taking in my face and it was then I knew
that I was completely screwed because he grinned at me in a mindless animal
sort of way and licked his lips.
Turning my body so I didn't even look at him, I quickly tried to kick against
the bell jar hoping against hope that it'd break and I could somehow escape
this place unscathed.
'Who the hell are you kidding, girl?' my brain spoke to me, 'If Goku, the
strongest man in our entire universe, couldn't open the doors to his prison
what makes you think you'd even have an ounce of a chance?'
A loud banging noise jolted me out of my thoughts and actions. I turned and
true enough, Goku was bashing away at my container trying to get it open so he
could get to me.
'Well, you better try at least,' I debated with myself as I stuck my hands in a
ledge underneath the platform I was sitting on and tried with all my strength
to pry it open. 'By the looks of it, Goku seems like he's ready to kill you or
rape you...Or both. So you've got to get out of here!'
I heaved but Goku's punch suddenly went right through the glass. His arm
reached in and he made a grab at me. I screamed and shrunk in further, trying
desperately to keep away from him. He growled and reached in deeper, slightly
cutting himself with the shattered glass but he didn't seem to care. His large
furry hand swiped at me and this time he caught a fistful of my hair.
Before I could even scream, he tugged, pulling my hair so hard that my head
nearly whiplashed right into the shattered glass in front of me. I screamed
then, the loudest I'd ever screamed.
Goku didn't really make a sound though and he leaned in to sniff at my hair,
grunting every few seconds after taking in a lungful of the scent of my hair. I
couldn't stop myself from whimpering and crying as he continued.
"Please, please, please, Goku," I begged softly, my voice barely a whisper,
"Please don't hurt me..."
He didn't say anything but he growled lowly in response. The growl was soft
almost like he was trying to comfort me. He slowly let go of my hair once he'd
had enough of the scent.
I scrambled away from him quickly, determined to get away from him. As I was
free from his hold, once again I got another good look at him. My mouth gaped
open and I couldn't help but feel afraid of what I saw. Once again, Goku was
aroused that night and his manhood stood up proudly as if begging for my
attention. Since he'd grown about two times his normal size, naturally his
member too had grown terrifyingly huge.
He seemed to appreciate my staring at him and made to throw in another punch.
This time, the whole casing broke and of course I screamed again as my mind
nearly went blank with fear. Glass shattered all about me and some tiny shards
did prick me but I wasn't severely injured. Now I was completely at this were-
ape's mercy and not a trace of Son Goku was present at all.
Whimpering and sobbing, Goku's large hands made a grab at me and despite how I
tried to kick and scratch him, he managed to subdue me, pinning me to the
ground roughly, my hands pressed firmly flat as his hands dug into my wrists.
The tears continued to pour and Goku the ape merely leant down to lick at them.
He began to grumble deep in his throat causing his chest to vibrate slightly
and he continued licking my tears tenderly. I was shocked to feel him treat me
rather gently suddenly and I turned to look into those blank red eyes. They
were still frightening but somehow, he seemed to know me as I could see a
flicker of recognition in those eyes.
"G-Goku?" I asked tentatively, voice cracking from all the screaming I'd done.
Goku stared a bit more then he leant in once again to nuzzle the side of his
snout affectionately against my lower jaw. He was breathing in my scent again
but at the same time he continued to rub against my face softly.
I was just about to calm myself down a bit when suddenly his tail struck with
lightning speed, grasping my bra-let and within a blink of an eye, tore it off
of me without much effort. The beads and sequins sown into it began flying
everywhere now that the threads holding them together had torn apart. As the
cold night air hit my chest, I realised that I was practically naked beneath
this crazy were-ape. My large breasts were on absolute display and he seemed to
really enjoy staring at them, simply soaking in the view.
I gave a high pitched fearful scream and struggled underneath him. It was only
until I shifted a bit and felt the brightness of the moonlight on me was I
reminded of the moon.
'Hell, there's nothing left to lose,' my brain growled at me, 'Maybe if you
transformed too there'd be some hope of getting out of this alive with your
virginity intact.'
I opened my eyes and drank in the sight of the moon. Holy shit, no wonder all
of us felt the effects so strongly. The moon was gigantic in the sky -
Extremely large, illuminating the entire planet with its ethereal white glow.
It was so big that I was certain that it was probably the size of Jupiter.
There was no escaping it, we were bound to its influence whether we liked it or
not.
That was the last coherent thought I had that night. The moon and how fucking
large it was in the sky before everything went red.
***** Chapter 6: Internal War *****
Chapter Summary
     Author's Note: Chapter 6 is here. Enjoy.
     Shoutout goes to my new friend Kakarotto's Princess for your
     wonderful and continued support of my fic. I feel very blessed
     knowing that you're always cheering me on and reading my story!
     WARNINGS: Language, lime ahead, some pretty citrusy lime ahead.
     Definitely not safe for children. Kids, stop reading this. You have
     been warned.
Chapter 6 – Internal War
You know that state where you're in between dreams and waking up? Well, I was
in the midst of that state when I grew aware of this absolutely divine warmth
that surrounded me. I snuggled in deeper, trying to seek more of that lovely
warmth when a rumbling moan reached my ears and what felt like a heavy log
wrapped itself around me and pulled me in closer. My hazy, half asleep mind
grew wary as the familiar scent of sea salt, earth and wood wafted about.
'Wait a minute...,' I thought, growing more and more awake.
"Mmm...Bulla...You smell so good," a voice croaked out, huskily.
'Holy shit!' the alarm bells in my head began going off like a siren.
My eyes flew open and I nearly screamed when I saw a naked man's heavily
muscled chest staring right at me. I looked up and blushed brightly as a still
asleep Goku breathed in my scent deeply and smiled a little self-indulgent
smile.
Scrambling backwards in a hurry, I struggled to get his massive arm to uncoil
around my waist. Pushing with all my might, Goku's arm moved just enough for me
to wriggle my way out. We were both on his bed and I almost fell right out of
it in my haste to get as far away from him as possible. I winced when I saw
that I was completely naked and so was he. My already red face grew even hotter
when my blue eyes fell upon his incredibly large rock-hard morning wood.
'Did we...actually...have sex last night?' my mind raced as I scuttled about as
quietly as I could to look for my clothes.
I spied a mangled piece of cloth attached to some string and mentally groaned.
'Right, all you had on last night was a pair of sequinned bikini...Hardly
counts as proper clothes, Bulla,' I scolded myself inwardly.
It wasn't until my eyes caught sight of Goku's torn pants lying on the ground
did I began to feel relief. At least, I could wear his clothes and look half
way decent rather than just walking around naked.
As I was just about to put on his pants, I tensed suddenly. It felt rather
surreal but it was almost like I could feel someone was watching me. A shiver
ran down my spine and I slowly turned to face the bed.
My heart froze as I met his large dark eyes. He was wide awake and staring at
me like he wanted to eat me up.
"Go on then," he urged, smiling slightly, "You don't know how much it pleases
me to see you dressed in my clothes."
My face felt like it had burst into flames. I squealed and turned away from him
the minute I pulled the pants up. My breasts were still bare and I didn't want
him to keep looking at me.
I stood trembling and hunched as I tried to make myself small. This was so
embarrassing. I didn't even know what to do anymore. The smell of him on his
clothes were quite strong and that too was making me feel all sorts of strange
tingles all over me.
Then the sound of cloth rustling and the bed creaking could be heard and I knew
Goku had gotten up from the bed. I heard his feet softly padded the ground but
still I refused to face him.
'What the hell is he going to do?' my mind screamed at me.
"Come back to bed, princess," he whispered, huskily into my ear, his chest
against my back. His large hands were already busy entangling themselves in my
long aqua locks, moving it to one side so that the left side of my shoulder and
neck was completely bare. I felt my womanhood clench in anticipation and my
breath grew laboured from his touch, smell and words. When he exhaled and a
puff of his warm breath reached my neck, I felt that part of the skin seemed to
vibrate and tingle in the most sexually stimulating way. I was floored. Just
what in the world was that sensation? Never before had I felt something so
wonderful and strange at the same time.
"Smells so good," he moaned lightly, his lips now moving in gentle whispers
against the skin on my neck, "I can smell how much you want me, princess. Come
back to bed and I'll please you again, my Bulla."
His tongue began gliding across the skin and I winced slightly from the pain
and pleasure the action brought me. Apparently, I was a little bit wounded
there, the skin felt tender and as I concentrated, I could smell the smell of
blood.
But as Goku continued to lick, kiss and nip at the wound, my desire for him
peaked to new heights and I was left breathless for him. The glorious feelings
he ignited just from licking and kissing that wound on my neck was enough to
get me dripping wet; the proof of my desire literally trailed down my thighs. I
had never been that wet before! I was always sopping wet with desire when I was
in heat but never to the point where it leaked down my thighs.
"Gokuuuuu...," I sighed in my hazy lust for him, body sagging slightly.
He moaned huskily in response and continued to kiss that wound, alternating
between sucking and licking.
"Bulla...," he groaned, hands suddenly reaching out from behind to grope my
breasts. The action caught me by surprise but my reaction was immediate. My
nipples hardened to stiff peaks almost instantly and I pushed my chest out so
that my breasts were pressed firmly against his palms and the fingers that
squeezed.
"So perfect...," he rumbled, his breath hot against my ear, "Turn around and
let me look at you, my princess."
Slowly and a little reluctantly, I turned to face him and I was stunned to see
his face. He was staring at me as if I was the most beautiful creature he'd
ever seen. All I could see was adoration, pure admiration and...love? Could it
be? No, there was no way anyone could fall in love with someone within such a
short amount of time.
"Beautiful...," he breathed out in awe, a hand reached out to trace the side of
my face with his knuckles. He stroked my skin gently as his dark onyx eyes met
my aqua blue ones.
I blushed at his compliment but I felt a burning sense of pleasure that he
found me to be so.
"So very pretty," he trailed off as his hands roamed the rest of my body. "Like
a story book fairy...Everything about you is just so so pretty. Even your tail
isn't a boring brown colour like mine...It's the same shade as your hair!"
Before I could even attempt to do anything, his tail whipped about me to
entwine with mine. The two tails twirled around each other, the action
ultimately pulling us closer to one another so that Goku and I were nearly
chest to chest.
I flushed darkly when I looked up to see his handsome face. He merely looked
down at me with his cocky smirk that made me half want to smack him and the
other half want to kiss him.
Then his tail stroked mine at just the tip without even untangling itself. The
pleasure it brought me was instantaneous. My knees shook and I immediately
latched onto Goku. My head leaned against his chest and my arms made about to
hold against his broad torso.
Everything felt so much hotter, my mind was so foggy with my burning sexual
need for Goku. He smelled absolutely mouth watering from this close and I
whimpered as his tail continued to stroke me.
"It's alright, princess," he said soothingly, lips kissing my temples and
forehead so softly, "I'm here. I promise I'll make you feel good...Promise to
please you until you're completely satisfied, my little mate."
At his words, my half lidded eyes snapped open and I jerked away from him. It
was almost like someone had thrown a bucket of ice cold water over me.
"What is it, my love?" Goku asked, tilting his head to look at me better, his
expression a genuine concern.
"Let go of me!" I screeched, struggling to break free of his strong arms. "Get
off me! Get the fuck off me!"
Goku's brows furrowed at my behaviour but he refused to release me. I stomped
on his foot in the hopes that the pain would jolt him into letting me go. It
had absolutely no effect on him whatsoever, unfortunately and the man simply
continued to hold on to me.
"Bulla, don't be like this," he purred gently, eyes pleading at me sweetly.
"We're meant to be together. I didn't understand it myself last night when they
brought you here but now I know that I was wrong. We're perfect for each
other...You and me, we're mates now."
At the mention of the word 'mates' again, I flipped. Snapping my eyes up at
him, I glared at him with as much fury as I could muster. How dare he imply
that we're mates! How dare he think that we, an odd couple (if we were to be)
of a sixteen year old teen and a sixty year old male were perfect for each
other! I barely even knew him outside of being Vivi's dad and Pan's grandpa.
Before I could think about what I was about to do my hand came crashing down on
Goku's face in what had to be the hardest slap I had ever given to anyone. Goku
stood there frozen, his face slightly turned away from me from the impact of
the slap. His face remained expressionless for a minute before he slowly let go
of me. His facial expression looked pained then, as if the mere action of
releasing me brought about pain to him not the slap at all. I had to admit that
being out of his arms instantly put me in an even sour mood. My anger at the
man seemed to have multiplied.
"Bulla," he pleaded, his voice soft and his tone was desperate, "What are you
doing? You know what I'm saying is true, right? We really are meant to be
together."
"Shut up!" I hissed, "I'm not your mate! Don't you ever say that word again,
Goku! If I hear that word come out of you another time, I will not hesitate to
smack you again, you hear me!?"
Those large expressive obsidian eyes stared deeply at me in desperation. He was
looking on all accounts very much like a puppy; all wounded and desperate.
"Bulla, stop being like this, princess!" he begged, chasing after me when I had
swiftly turned and walked away. "What we did last night was absolutely perfect!
It sealed the bond, for god's sake!"
"What bond!?" I demanded, eyes boring into him once more.
"Don't you remember what happened after we transformed?" Goku cried out, face
still alight with that adorable look of helplessness. Part of me wanted to pity
him and be sweet to him but the other part, the part that was super pissed at
all of this wanted nothing more than to pummel him.
"No," I bit out.
"Well, I remembered," he began, trying to get closer to me but I snapped at him
and hissed lowly. "Once you transformed too, you went crazy for me. You weren't
really scared of me anymore and while your fear turns me on like crazy, your
enthusiastic arousal really drove me nuts! We were practically tearing at each
other last night. You couldn't keep your hands off of me and of course I
couldn't keep mine off of you either. We made love so many times last night
I've lost count. You were most definitely a willing partner."
A minute went by as I contemplated on what he said. Everything was very
confusing because only yesterday was Goku also horrified at his attraction
toward me but now he's saying that once I had transformed into my oozaru state,
I too went nuts for him and we made love.
"What does all that have to do with this bond you speak of?" I snarled, looking
I hope like someone who meant business.
"When we made love last night, I marked you," he explained, a small smile on
his face as his eyes drifted to the left side of my neck, "There it is. That
bite wound on your neck is my mark on you. That means we're mates."
My hand flew up to touch the mark tentatively and the minute my fingertips
brushed against the fresh wound, I trembled with desire for him. My eyes
searched his and Goku smiled indulgently at me.
"You feel it too, don't you, princess?" his eyes tenderly drinking me in, "You
feel the bond we have, now don't you?"
The Saiyan side of me, the one that wanted nothing more but to fling myself to
him and beg him to make love to me again flared up with arousal at his words.
But the other human half of me was firm in its views that this was something
very wrong and should never have happened between us. My mind called forth that
human side of me. Maybe if I could reason with Goku, he'd see how wrong our
love making was and stop pursuing me.
"Goku...You're sixty years old, forty four years my senior...Doesn't that
strike you as very wrong? Not only am I a minor but I'm Bulma and Vegeta's
daughter. They're your friends! Bulma, my mom, is someone you've known nearly
all your life!" I told him, as patiently as I could. "Your daughter Vivi is my
age! My age! And she's still alive, at least, the last time I saw her! How
would she feel if you and I became an item? A new step mom who's her age!"
Goku frowned as he listened to me. Shaking his head slowly, he tore off his
gaze from me and that anguished look returned.
"No," he mumbled, then his voice grew louder, "No, no, no, no! It doesn't
matter to me anymore about how old you are or if Bulma and Vegeta are your
parents! It shouldn't matter to us now because we're mates! I marked you so
that means you're mine. You belong to me now, Bulla!"
What he said made me grow more pissed off and this time I didn't let the word
'mate' slide. I pulled back my hand and slapped him yet again, hard right
across his face. The sound of skin meeting skin seemed to reverberate around
us. Some people, those who knew how incredibly powerful Goku was, would have
called me crazy to slap him. But I didn't care anymore. I couldn't be bothered
with trivialities like him being the most powerful being in the universe. We
were not mates! We were not meant to be together! What we were, it was
something forbidden, disgusting and oh so very wrong.
"We are not mates," I snapped at him, glaring into his eyes, "I don't belong to
you! This stupid bite mark is just that - a stupid fucking bite mark! There's
no bond between us! And whatever the fuck we did the night before in our oozaru
state, doesn't count because we were no more than mindless animals in that
form!"
Goku finally turned to really look at me then and this time I could see that he
was growing angry as well. He looked positively deadly in his demeanour. Part
of me grew a little afraid of him.
"I remembered!" he growled at me, "I remembered how in your oozaru state you
basically begged me to fuck you! You wanted me as much as I wanted you! We were
fucking each other like our lives depended on it, Bulla! Your oozaru form
practically told me herself that she was mine! That she...loved me..."
My heart thumped in my chest a little loudly at his revelation. Could my oozaru
form have its own sentience?
"No, Bulla," Goku answered for me, "It's not like the Saiyan in us is a
separate sentience. The Saiyan in us are just our natural instincts, our true
feelings and thoughts that surface more easily when we are in oozaru form."
My eyes widened in shock at the realisation that Goku had answered my question.
I was pretty sure that I had asked it only in my head and not aloud. Could he
hear my thoughts now? That would be beyond freaky!
Goku chuckled in a defeated way, shaking his head lightly.
"I can feel how you feel at some points and your thoughts leap out at me too,"
he drawled out, "I can't read your mind exactly…Strong emotions and thoughts
get transferred to me but not all the time. It's because of the bond we have. I
told you we're mated but you refuse to listen!"
I pulled my hand back and was about to slap him again when this time Goku
caught my hand and he looked so furious that I shook a little with fear.
"Stop that!" he growled lowly, his eyes boring into mine, teeth bared, "I will
not be treated as such by my mate! And yes, we're mates, Bulla. We fucked last
night and I marked you. We're mates now, princess, whether you like it or not!"
He saw me cringe at the word mate and he continued using it just to spite me.
His anger was rolling off of him in waves that both scared me and turned me on.
I felt my breasts tingle for his touch again and blushed when the hand that
caught mine squeezed a little almost in response.
"You see, princess?" he taunted, face leaning in closer to mine, "You want me
again now, don't you? I just saw a vision of my hands on those pretty breasts
of yours...You want my hands on them again, right? Well, quit fighting me on
this and I'll touch you all you want!"
I squealed at him and tried to shake his grip off of me. Goku growled deeply,
the sound was a dangerous low threat. I ceased moving but looked up at him with
pleading eyes.
"Please, Goku," I begged him, "Stop this nonsense right now. We're not mates.
I'm sixteen years old! You're old enough to be my grandpa! We shouldn't-
Mmpph!"
I was cut off from saying what I needed to say when he swooped down and kissed
me.
Goku was a wonderful kisser. So very focused on me. His lips and tongue
caressed my mouth so desperately that I was practically drowning in ecstasy. He
nipped at my lips occasionally, dragging just the tip of his tongue; every once
in a while, across my own lips and tongue. When he finally thrust his warm
moist tongue into my mouth, my breath caught and this much older Saiyan didn't
hesitate to really explore my widened mouth with his appendage fully. He cupped
my face gently and pulled me in closer so he could really touch every single
crevice of my mouth with his tongue. Goku then drew my tongue into his mouth
and sucked. I whimpered softly, my breath growing more laboured as I struggled
to understand the reason why I objected him so much in the first place.
"That's it, my Bulla," he said, voice a deep sexy growl, "Give in to your
desires, my love. My sweet, sweet love. Let me touch you, princess. Let me love
you."
His hands trailed down to my waist and his fingers spanned around me. The
intoxicating feeling of his hands on my body was so overwhelming I didn't stop
whimpering in my need for him. Tears were forming in my eyes and my brows
furrowed in my frustration at this intense sexual desire I was experiencing.
"I'll make it all better, princess," he whispered, huskily. Giving me another
toe curling kiss as his rough calloused hands travelled up yet again to grope
my breasts. He squeezed them firmly, making me gasp again into his kiss and he
chuckled lightly at my response, tongue sweeping in once again to taste my
mouth.
His fingers spread out across each breast and then it was just his forefinger
and thumb that was pinching my nipples lightly. I squirmed against him in my
mind-numbing lust for him, my hands grasping at his forearms and wrist,
desperately trying to stop his movements but completely and utterly powerless
to do anything really.
"G-Gokuuuu…," I moaned, my voice deeper and huskier in my need for release.
"Oh, please! That feels so good…"
"Please what, baby?" Goku asked sweetly, pleased that I was no longer fighting
him, "What is it you want, princess? Whatever you want, just tell me, baby…I
promise I'll give it to you with all I have."
His fingers didn't stop pinching my already hardened peaks, his face close to
my neck kissing the bite mark he'd left me. I was brought to an even deeper
high when his tail grasped mine again and stroked me relentlessly.
"G-G-Gokuuu!" I wailed, closing my eyes from the overpowering pleasure my body
felt, "T-Too good! Feels so good, Goku! C-Can't take it anymore…!"
"I know, princess," he said, gently, full of emotion, "It's okay to let it all
go. I'm here for you, princess. I've got you…You don't have to be afraid."
My mind was reeling at everything he was doing to me. From the fingers stroking
and pinching and groping my breasts, to his sweet kisses on my neck, to the
tail stroking mine without pause…And his words and the gentle tone he used on
me. It was crazy to admit but his terms of endearment for me, like calling me
princess and baby made my already soaking wet pussy leak even more for him.
"G-Gokuuuu!" I screamed suddenly, eyes wide open. My hands flung to him several
times, desperately grasping at whatever flesh I could – his torso, his arms –
just to try to steady myself. My pussy clenched and unclenched repeatedly as I
felt my release arrive. Shaking violently, I felt my knees gave way and the
only reason why I didn't slide to the floor was because Goku held onto me. So
much of my feminine liquid was trailing down my thighs, wetting the floor and
our feet. I whimpered again and leaned in to Goku's broad chest. Inhaling his
delicious masculine scent deeply, I stuck my tongue out to lick the knob of
bone that was right below his neck. I had never tasted anything quite like him.
Goku smelled just like he tasted – a perfect blend of earth, sea and wood.
"You smell so good," I mewled, my body still aching from the aftershocks of my
climax.
"Likewise, princess," he smirked as he nuzzled his face into mine. His hands
were still touching me all over, stroking my sides gently, trailing fingers up
and down my spine.
It was then when my mind flew to thoughts of Chichi and what we had done came
crashing down on me with an even greater force. I squirmed against his touch
but this time it wasn't out of pleasure. This time, it was because I
desperately wanted to get away from him.
"Bulla…? What's wrong?" he asked, concern laced his voice. Goku's brows
crinkled in that way that I knew he was worried and I could almost hear his
thoughts wondering if he had hurt me. My heart beat faster when I realised that
I had begun catching bits of his thoughts now too.
"Let go of me, Goku!" I said harshly, refusing to look at him, "What we're
doing is wrong and you shouldn't be touching me like this! You're sixty years
old, for god's sakes! You need to stop acting like some horny teenager and
think for once! Just last night you were begging Chi Chi to forgive you for
lusting over me!"
Goku abruptly let me go and the force of pushing against him and the sudden
release made me stumble over my feet in my haste to get away from him. I glared
daggers at him and this time I got the expression I wanted. This time, Goku
looked extremely guilty. It was his turn to look away from me. Stroking his
head in that nervous way he does, he turned slightly as to avoid my gaze.
"Chi Chi…is gone…," Goku mumbled into a hand that covered his lower face, "She
was my wife but we…we were never mates…I loved her, yes, but now I have you,
Bulla. You're my mate. Chichi would have to understand…She'd have to! She's
gone anyway…"
His words only made me grow even more irritated. This was not what I expected
of him. I was hoping that reminding of his dead wife would have made him cease
his insatiable lust for me but he still seemed ready to forget all about his
dark haired human wife even if he did look a bit guilty.
"Listen to yourself, Son Goku!" I cried out, not bothering to hide my anger at
him, "I know you've always put your training and getting stronger first over
even Chichi and your sons but the woman just died less than a week ago! The
least you could do is mourn for her first before jumping straight into my
pants!"
My words seemed like a harsh slap to Goku because his head practically
whiplashed as if he truly did get slapped again. His eyes bugged out in shock
as what I said started to sink into him. The deep remorse and guilt I was glad
to see previously was completely eclipsed by this new look on his face. Goku
looked anguished and in pain. At his expression, I felt a corner of my heart
melt and fill itself with deep sympathy at causing him so much pain. That same
corner of my heart wanted me to run up to him and embrace him in my arms. I
shut my eyes and resisted that pull, forcing myself to focus on Chichi, my
parents and everyone else who would not only be revolted by the very idea of me
and Goku but also despise us for what we've done and what we were about to do.
"Bulla…I am sad that Chichi is gone…I was so very furious when they told me
what they did to her," he said slowly, his eyes never lost that anguished look,
"I still feel angry at them for what they did…Chichi was a lot of things but
she didn't deserve what happened to her. No one deserved that…But…"
"If you're going to say we're mates again, I swear to God, I will punch you in
the face!" I threatened, balling my fist up and shaking it at him in warning.
Goku smirked helplessly at me.
"Well, it's true. We are. You can punch me all you like, princess, but it won't
hurt at all," he said, tapping his head. "I've reached Super Saiyan God level
and even beyond that. Your slaps feel like little taps to my face…I doubt your
fists would hurt much either."
I flushed crimson in fury at his words. The cheek of this man laughing at me on
his high horse! He was really challenging me and I felt my inner Saiyan
instincts scream at me to attack him.
"You asked for it!" I snapped, pulling my fist back and then letting go with as
much power as I could muster up.
My fist connected with his jaw and I felt my bones crack and bit my lip in
pain. Goku, however, looked completely indifferent. His head didn't even budge
this time around. I knew then all this while whenever my mom would smack him or
if Chichi whacked him with that frying pan of hers, he was merely humouring
them. None of those attacks did any damage to his immense strength. His body
was trained to withstand ki blasts that could shatter the Earth in a second
after all.
"Your hand is injured," he said, eyeing my hurting hand critically once I'd
pulled it back and was cradling it to my chest. "Let me look at it."
I pulled away from him even more, glaring at him in hatred. He sighed and shook
his head at my attitude.
"I wish you could understand that it's not like I wanted Chichi dead…I know
that Vivi and Gohan's reactions toward us being a pair isn't going to go
smoothly…In fact, Gohan knows how attracted I am to you and let me tell you he
wasn't pleased…"
"Gohan knows?" I asked in surprise.
"Yeah," Goku nodded, a little sadly, "The guards weren't lying when they said
Gohan had to knock me out these past couple of nights because I was so horny
over you. I kept smelling your scent and I was going practically out of my mind
with lust. Gohan wouldn't exactly hide his disgust for me despite also catching
your scent and finding it appealing but he knew I couldn't help it…That both of
us couldn't exactly help it…We're Saiyans and we're all affected by the heat
cycle. You're a young royal Saiyan whose scent is so alluring…I really couldn't
stand a chance."
I stared at him mutely. Goku was still wearing that sad wilting look. Clearly
everything had truly affected him as much as it did me. He'd just practically
admitted to how difficult it was for him too what with losing his wife, friends
and the earth and to top it all of; with him lusting over me.
"I'm sorry, Bulla…," he mumbled, eyes lifting to look into mine, "I wish I
hadn't given you my mark…I wish I didn't find your scent so enticing. As much
as I seem so ready to embrace the idea of being your mate, I do still feel a
sense of remorse. I still want to fight for our freedom and wish everyone back
to life with the dragon balls…But being mates now means we'll have to do it
together."
I shook my head in response but this time I didn't do it out of anger.
"No, Goku," I sighed, "We're not mates. I haven't bitten you yet so that means,
the bond isn't completely sealed. I don't care how hard it is for the both of
us but I'm not having sex with you again. I will not be able to live with
myself if we became an item and hurt everyone who ever mattered to us. I won't
be able to face Vivi, Trunks and my parents again if everyone who died was
brought back and we were reunited."
Goku looked close to crying when he listened to me; that tortured look never
leaving his face. I can't deny that his feelings, the ones that were leaping
off of him and projecting itself onto me were very heart wrenching. He
certainly wasn't making this any easier on me.
"Goku, please," I begged him, "You have to see how it'll never work between the
two of us, right? We're so different you and I. I'm still a kid in high school
and you're an adult who has a granddaughter only a year older than me. You love
fighting and training and I'm just a normal teen who likes shopping and hanging
out with my friends and listening to music…You don't want someone like me as
your mate. You want a tough, kick ass woman like Chichi."
Now it was Goku's turn to shake his head at me. He smiled a small defeated
smile that tugged at my heart strings once more. This feeling inside me was
very difficult to deal with. My Saiyan side really wanted to be with him
whereas my humanity was telling me this was a very bad idea.
"Chi Chi and I…I don't think we really suited one another. I've always resented
how cold she can be towards me. She never cared as much for me as opposed to
our sons…I guess it's understandable since she is their mother but there were
times when she'd not bother with me despite my being the saviour of the
universe…"
He sighed dejectedly and bowed his head.
"I guess, it goes both ways…I never really understood how Vegeta wanted to
spend so much time at home with Bulma. I don't mind spending time with Chi Chi
sometimes but I've always put training above all else. My selfishness for
training and becoming stronger has always been my drive and not even my wife
was enough to make me stay at home with her. Your father and mother, they loved
each other truly. I don't think I ever loved Chi Chi in that way. Bulla, don't
you see, if I've marked you then it means we do suit each other. We're meant to
be together. This pain I'm feeling inside my heart…You feel it, too don't you?
You know it in your hearts of hearts that what I'm saying is true!"
He looked up at me then, tears welling up in his eyes but his look was
determined as if he dared me to fight him on this.
"Say if you are right," I began.
"I am!"
"Say if you're right," I started again, huffily, annoyed at his interruption,
"Let's say we are mates. What then? How will Gohan, Vivi, Trunks and the rest
react? If, by some miracle, we get a hold of the dragon balls from Namek and we
wish everyone back to life, what then? How will Chi Chi react to us? How will
my family?"
Goku squeezed his eyes shut, hands going through his hair to tug at it.
"They'll have to understand…," he growled in frustration. "They'll have to
accept it. Chi Chi has to. If she doesn't…If she can't then you and I, we'll
have to make them accept it. That, or we cut off ties with them completely."
"Well, that's not happening with me!" I cried out in protest, "I don't know
about you, but I love my family! I love my Mom and Dad and Trunks, my brother.
I'm not cutting ties with them. I'm not gonna stop being best friends with Vivi
and Pan, Goku. I'm not crazy enough to throw away my family bonds and
friendship over my sexual needs for you!"
"I love my family too, Bulla," he cried out, a little angrily as well, "I don't
wanna give up my relationship with Pan, Gohan and Goten! They're my boys and my
grandbaby and I've cared for them all my life. I even died for them and I'm
willing to do it again! But I'm not crazy enough to throw away my love for you
over family ties! I want both! I love you, can't you see that?!"
His words rang in my ears, my mind and I was stunned to silence. For a few
moments, all I did was stare at him. Did he just say he loved me? He did…he
said he loves me. He loves me!
"Y-You don't love me, Goku," I spoke out, voice trembling a bit, "You can't. No
one falls in love so quickly like that."
"You're my mate. The minute I bit into you was the moment that sealed my love
for you. You're in my blood now, Bulla. You're the marrow in my bones. Every
time I close my eyes all I see is your blue hair and eyes, dancing all around
me. Tell me I'm not what you see when you close your eyes too."
I shut them just to see if what he said was the truth or not. In the darkness
of my shut lids, I could see the distinct shape of his hair, I could see his
broad shoulders, the shape of his chest tapering down to his narrow waist…The
rippling muscles of his arms. Those big, calloused hands that I loved so much.
And his eyes…Those dark kind eyes that crinkled at me when he smiled.
I opened my eyes to look at Goku in shock. My lips parted in my surprise and
Goku simply smiled at me sweetly.
"I love you already, Bulla," he said, confidently and truthfully, "I've
accepted that fact. You should too."
I cried then, bursting into tears and hard sobs. I fell to my knees and cried
as hard as I did when my mother was killed. I cried torrents of tears, snot
coming down my nostrils, face red and blotchy from all the pain I kept inside.
The war inside me, between choosing Son Goku or our family or friends, felt
like it was going through somewhat of a stand still.
Did I love him back? I wondered about that through my tears and my heart grew
warm and soft at just the thought of loving Goku. It felt like if I didn't love
him yet, I was well on my way to.
Suddenly, his hands, arms and warmth surrounded me and I realised he was
holding onto me. He had embraced me and he began kissing the top of my head,
breathing in my scent and whispering soothing gentle words in my ear. Loving
words…He was calling me his princess again…His love.
Slowly, I reached out for him in return.
***** Chapter 7: Tangled Limbs *****
Chapter Summary
     Author's Note: Longest chapter yet with 7K+ words in. This took me
     the whole day to complete and I am just soooo damn tired agonising
     over the smut scenes. So yes, here it is, folks, a fucking long ass
     smut scene. Don't like, don't read, don't review.
     WARNING: Smut ahead, smut ahead, smut ahead! Very graphic smut ahead.
     Super citrusy lemon. Definitely NSFW and PG 18. Little children need
     to stop reading this fic and go study instead. You have been warned.
Chapter 7 – Tangled Limbs
I don't remember just how long Goku held me like that, his thick muscled arms
holding onto me so gently. I would be lying if I couldn't admit that his
embrace felt very comforting to me. I snuggled deeper into his chest and his
gentle sweet words were whispered softly into my hair. I sighed in part
contentment and the other part with reluctance. I loved Goku's scent and his
touch but I still felt that it was wrong for him to hold me like this.
"Goku," I mumbled, finally breaking the silence after a blissful few minutes of
holding onto each other, "I still don't think it's right...I don't think I can
just simply accept this."
He sighed deeply at my words but didn't cease stroking my hair or holding onto
me.
"I had a feeling you were gonna say that...," he groaned, pulling back so he
could look into my eyes. Slowly, he leaned in until his forehead touched mine.
"What do you want me to do, Bulla?" he asked with sincerity, "I can't stop
wanting you or loving you. But you don't want me back...despite the fact that
you're my mate..."
I frowned at him, hands going to my scalp and tugging gently at my blue
tresses.
"Look, Goku, I'm willing to admit that...there's something going on between
us," I said slowly. Goku immediately lit up and began to nod encouragingly at
me. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at him and smirked instead, amused at
his childlike behaviour. He was so open and honest about what he felt that it
was easy to forget his age.
"Okay, so there is this thing that we feel for each other," I began again, "But
I think we should give ourselves some space first before jumping on one another
again."
Now it was Goku's turn to furrow his brows. I could almost hear his thoughts
growing sad that I didn't want to just simply accept his mark. We were half
bonded already so it was not surprising for me to accurately sense what he was
feeling. The whole idea of being able to feel his thoughts made me shift
uncomfortably.
"What do you mean by that, Bulla?"
"I mean...I think we should get to know each other a little better first...Give
ourselves some time to mourn the losses of our loved ones. I actually saw my
mom die right in front of me, you know?" I uttered, my voice trembled and I
looked away to hide my glistening eyes. "I still see her lifeless body on the
floor right before I close my eyes to sleep...She just died about five days
ago...I don't think I'll ever get over it..."
"Bulla...," Goku whispered, he made to move to hug me again but I stepped back.
"No, Goku," I mumbled, shaking my head as tears fell from my eyes, "We should
try our best not to touch each other...It could lead to...other things...I
think it's best if we got to know one another more and plan for a way to get
out of this nightmare."
For a brief moment, it looked like Goku was about to argue with me but then he
seemed to realised that it was probably reasonable what I was asking of him so
he nodded and reluctantly stepped away from me.
"Alright, princess," he conceded, "We'll do it your way. We'll talk, we won't
touch...Well, at least I'll try not to...much...And we'll mourn."
When he said the word 'much' it was very softly and I barely caught him saying
it too. I couldn't help but smirk again at his attitude. Goku could be one
stubborn guy whenever he fancied it.
"Don't think I didn't catch you saying you won't try to touch me 'much' Goku,"
I told him, arms crossed in front of me in a pose that really made me look like
my dad. "I will resist you, y'know? I'm not gonna go back on my word."
Goku eyed me appreciatively, smile widening until I could see his cute little
fangs. They'd shrunk back to their normal size and he looked so utterly
adorable with them peeking through that beautiful mouth of his.
"And I don't go back on my word, princess," he grinned, eyes alight with
amusement and tenderness, "You can bet that whenever the opportunity arises,
I'm not gonna pass on the chance to touch my mate."
This time I really did roll my eyes but it was in amusement and I felt my whole
body tingle and grow ever so warm at the prospect of him finding opportunities
to put his hands on me. It was strange but I felt so light and happy just
talking to him and being teased by him like this. The earlier guilt I felt was
slowly fizzling away making me feel way more relaxed than usual. His mark on me
was definitely responsible for this.
"Oh, and I don't want you turning oozaru again, Goku," I warned him, "We both
shouldn't transform anymore. It's dangerous especially since I don't even
remember what happens when I do."
Again, that brief look of defiance flashed across his face and again Goku
pushed that feeling to fight me on this aside and opted to nod, albeit
reluctantly. I was pretty surprised to see him try to agree with me but I
figured it was probably like his promise not to touch me. If he had the chance,
he would take it...I inwardly grimaced at the idea of turning into a mindless
were-ape again but I figured if I was gonna have crazy monkey sex I would
rather it be with Goku. Plus, it was hard to feel too incredibly guilty to have
sex when you're not even fully conscious and won't even remember it.
"Alright, princess," he said again, "I agreed that we'll try it your way so I'm
keeping to my word. I won't transform again. But please try to understand that
sometimes I really can't control my Saiyan instincts to want to dominate you
and touch you and mark you again...It's not like I'm just doing it for the sole
purpose of annoying you...If anything, I just want you to love me back but I
understand that'll take time...I'll wait for my mate...However long it takes
for you to accept me, Bulla."
I smiled at him, a sudden feeling of happiness enveloped my whole body and when
he smiled back at me with just as much joy, I felt even more aglow. We stood
there staring at one another, smiling away until a sudden loud buzzing sound
came.
"Shouldn't you guys still be fucking each other like rabbits? The heat season's
still on, you know? Best to fuck as much you like until the next bout…You don't
know when you'll get the chance to again," Cumber, one of the guards from
yesterday grunted at us. He was pushing a cart and it was loaded with trays of
what looked to be food. He wore a smug smirk on his face as he took in the
state of undress I was in.
Blushing madly, I made to try and cover my unclothed torso but Goku stepped
right in front of me protectively and growled lowly. His back was to me and I
couldn't really see his face but I knew just from the tense way he stood and
the aura that surrounded him, he was bristling with anger. This time, it was
towards Cumber.
"Calm the fuck down, Kakarot," Cumber said exasperatedly, bending over to get
the trays on the cart, "I'm just here to feed you and your little bitch."
Goku's growls grew louder and his hostility skyrocketed. Cumber really made him
angry now...Could it be because he'd insulted me and called me a 'bitch'? My
heart thumped faster at the thought.
"Then leave the food and get the fuck outta of my sight, Cumber," Goku snarled
menacingly. He sounded nothing like the sweet gentle Goku I had been talking to
only moments ago.
"Aww, look, ain't that sweet, Kakarot?" Cumber chuckled, snidely, "What're you
getting your panties in a bunch for, huh? You upset I called your little whore
a bitch? Well, I hate to break it to you, Kakarot, but she is a little bitch.
She may have Saiyan royal blood flowing through her veins but she's nothing
more than a sex slave here on Vegeta II. Royalties are nothing to us
nowadays...We'd sooner fuck a royal than respect them."
Goku snapped then and he rushed right at the door, in front of Cumber. He'd
moved so fast that the man was caught off guard and he stumbled backwards a
bit. Humiliated at being caught vulnerable like that, Cumber flushed and glared
at Goku.
"One of these days, Cumber, I swear I'm gonna tear your guts out," Goku said,
his voice barely loud enough to catch but the threat felt even more frightening
than if he had yelled it out. "I will watch you bleed to death and when you're
finally dead, I will smile over your corpse."
Cumber's eyes narrowed at this but then he smiled broadly.
"You wish, Kakarot," he said, almost cheerfully. "You're never gonna get out of
here. You're nothing but a fucking slave to be used for our entertainment. You
were brought in here as a slave and you'll die in here as a slave."
Goku slammed his fist against the glass that separated them but this time
Cumber didn't react in fear, he laughed instead, great belly laughs.
"Go fuck yourself, Kakarot," he cried out through his laughter, "Better yet, go
fuck that pretty little whore you have in there. God knows, you should be
thanking me for opening up the ceiling last night so you guys could stop
fighting the pull and just get to fucking."
"It was you who opened up the ceiling!?" I gasped in stricken anger.
"Yep, it was me, little bitch," Cumber said, still laughing, "Maybe one of
these days, I'll visit your quarters and rape you when you don't have Kakarot
to protect you anymore as thanks for my help, huh? Here's your food, slaves.
You're welcome!"
He thrust our trays through the glass doors much like when my bell jar
container was pushed in through last night. The door only did that to the
people whose DNA had been uploaded into their system and I eyed him with hatred
and envy at what he could do so easily whereas try as we might, Goku and I
couldn't break free of our prison cell. If only we were able to somehow upload
our DNA into their security system then surely we'd be able to escape.
Goku and I watched him walk away merrily but before he was too far away, he
turned and grinned evilly. He pulled out the small little pager-like object
that I'd seen Shoom use on Trunks and pressed a button on it.
Instantly, Goku's form shook as if he'd been electrocuted, his large frame
shaking in spasms. He groaned, eyes rolling back as he fell down, his large
body slamming against the floor.
Crying out in alarm, I rushed to his side and reached out to touch him. All the
while, Cumber - that son of a bitch - was howling with laughter. I tried my
best to ignore him and focused my attention on Goku.
"Goku," I called out to him, placing my hands on his face. His eyes were closed
now and the shaking had slowed a little but he was still unconscious and my
worry over him grew to newer heights.
"Goku, are you alright!? Oh my god, please get up. Don't scare me like this!
Oh, god!" I cried out helplessly.
My trembling hands travelled from his face to his neck to feel his pulse then
down to his chest that was still heaving with the sharp panting he did. I was
so out of my mind with my overwrought panicking over him that I just threw my
arms around him and hugged him to me tightly.
I wrapped my arms about his thick muscled neck and pushed my chest against his
torso, holding onto him for dear life. My fear that something might happen to
him became my only concern.
"Goku, please be alright!" I cried out desperately, tears welling up in my eyes
as I felt the tremors of shock that passed through his body. "Please wake up
and show me that you're okay...You're all I have right now... I can't lose you
too! Please, please wake up!"
It took a while for Goku's uneven breathing and shocks to cease completely and
when it did, Goku still didn't wake. He looked to have been in a deep sleep
instead, the breathing growing more laboured and his face was no longer
frowning in pain. I withdrew from him slowly and reluctantly, trailing my hand
to place it over the rib cage and feel his beating heart. It was steady again
now and I breathed a sigh of relief. I shifted my gaze to look at his peaceful
expression and suddenly I was filled with the need to brush at his messy bangs.
I stared at him for a minute or so and thought 'Why not?'
My hand reached down to stroke at his face, wiping the bangs to the side
slightly as I moved. His breathing hitched at my touch and immediately his face
turned red. I quickly pulled back my hand away from him in alarm at his
reaction. Blushing again for the nth time, I scuttled away from Goku.
I shouldn't be touching the guy like that especially since I was the one who
told him we shouldn't be touching one another anymore...It was odd but it was
almost like the need to touch him was instinctive and out of my control.
Shaking my head of the thought, I got up to my feet and walked over to the
trays of food that were left by Cumber. It was probably best if I got some food
in so I'd stay healthy. The food looked rather bland but at least we could
still eat and keep up our strength. They had been generous with the helping
since whatever it was that they fed us was piled up into a small mountain.
I picked up the utensil that it came with, a spork-like looking thing and began
stabbing at my food. I pulled out a mouthful and stared at it, sniffing
slightly at the smell. The food we women were given looked and smelled a lot
better but I guess that was because they wanted their female slaves to look
their best.
I put the bit I'd been sniffing into my mouth and grimaced slightly at the
strange flavour but forced myself to chew and swallow. After a couple more
bites, I grew accustomed to the taste and began eating it in peace. Every other
minute, I'd look at Goku's sleeping form just to make sure he was still
breathing.
As I ate, I noticed the aching parts of my body and saw the little proofs of
what we had done last night in our oozaru state. My hips ached and I could see
the light bruises and redness on my otherwise milky white skin. I blushed again
when I saw the redness on my breasts and the red lines on my shoulders from
either his teeth or nails. I hastily shook my head and glanced yet again at
Goku.
It scared me how much the idea of Goku dying filled me with despair. The very
experience of having him shake and tremble in pain as I was helpless to do
anything was enough to make my heart fill with melancholy and fear. I don't
think I could cope with it if anything were to happen to him and I knew that
this was proof that his mark on me was affecting me. Whether I was ready or not
to accept our bond, I knew deep down that Goku and I shared a real connection.
We were interlinked whether I liked it or not and the worst thing was as time
passed us by, I was growing more and more accustomed to the feeling.
'Don't die, Goku,' I thought, eyeing his peaceful slumber, 'I need you...I
don't think I can survive this if you're not here by my side...'
I pushed the tray away once I was done eating and got up to look for something
to cover up my chest. My long hair had been doing a decent enough job at
covering my breasts but I felt so vulnerable without a proper thing to cover
me. Opening and closing the hand I'd used to punch him before, I noticed that
the cracked bones were already well on its way too healing. Saiyan blood really
had its advantages, I mused.
I found some torn up cloth that must have been some part of Goku's skin tight
shirt and picked it up. After tying it around my chest in a makeshift crop top,
I walked over to Goku again.
"Goku...Wake up," I said softly, shaking his form a little. My tiny hands
looked so small on his massive shoulders.
"Goku, you better eat and gain your strength...," I told him, my tone rising a
bit. A firmer shake from me got his eyes to snap open and boy was I so glad to
see those large black eyes search my face.
"B-Bulla...?" he croaked out, blinking rapidly from the bright light that
surrounded us. "Are you okay? Did Cumber do anything to you too?"
"No, I'm okay, Goku. It's you that I'm worried about," I replied, hands
reaching out to help him get up.
As he shifted and got on his forearms, Goku groaned softly and my hand
automatically flew to his face and stroked it gently. I felt that familiar
tugging in my heart that I now knew was the bond doing its job. I shook my head
and pulled my hand back, guilty again at touching this beautiful man I was
growing more and more attracted to.
"Why'd you stop?" Goku whined in protest. He'd sat up fully now and before I
could stop him, a large arm had snaked its way around my waist in lightning
speed, pulling me closer so that my small frame now was plastered against his
heavily muscled chest.
His pheromones were leaking out and the smell he released was washing all over
me again. The effect it had on me was instant and I felt the tingles in my
lower abdomen grow, making my womanhood clench in sudden anticipation. My
breasts felt that same heavy feeling again and my face burned with excitement
and shame as I realised that my pebbled nipples were practically rubbing
against his pecs whenever he moved.
"So pretty..." he mumbled huskily, face buried at the top of my head, gulping
in deep breaths and I knew he was taking in my scent.
"G-Goku...," I whined lowly, trying to push away, "Remember our promise? We're
not supposed to touch each other..."
"Hmm?" he hummed, a rumbling sound erupted from his chest as he held me closer,
"I don't remember making such a promise..."
"Goku!" I cried out, my tone similar to that of a mother scolding her child.
"Stop that!"
His hands had moved so fast around me, those large palms and long fingers were
spanning my waist, lifting me up gently until my breasts were at his eye level.
I flushed even more and my own hands flew to his wrists in an effort to slow
him down. My eyes flitted over his face, desperately trying to plead with him
but those dark eyes were feasting on my heaving breasts instead.
"Goku, what are y-?" but he cut me off before I could finish my sentence.
"Relax, princess...," he said soothingly, "I'm not gonna hurt you..."
He leaned in until his forehead touched my left breast and then he nuzzled
against it, rubbing his face gently over the soft mound. One arm was curved
around me to hold my back, the hand splayed in between my shoulder blades while
the other hand roved over to grope at my right breast. He squeezed it gently,
stroking over my hardened nipple with his thumb before splaying his fingers
wide open to touch more of my flesh.
My own hands had suddenly flown to grasp at his head, fingers clutching his
wild dark locks in a desperate need to have him continue his sweet torture on
me.
I was panting, sweat beading on my forehead and trailing down my back. The
whole room suddenly felt so hot.
"That's it, Bulla...," he drawled out, licking my left breast lazily through
the cloth as he did so. "Hold on to me, baby. I promise I'll make you feel
good."
His teeth clamped down lightly on my tipped breast and I mewled in pleasure at
the feeling he invoked in me. It was almost as if a warm delicious trail had
ignited from my breasts straight down to my lower belly. A dull ache had
blossomed there and my mind was immediately filled with erotic images of Goku
on top of me, inside me, grinding against me.
My moans grew louder when he drew my still clothed nipple into his mouth and
sucked, slowly and softly at first before he began to suckle on me hard like
some desperate man. My fingers opened and closed in his hair as the dull ache
grew more intense in the pit of my stomach. My feminine parts were tingling and
warm in my excitement from all his attentions on me. I knew I was sopping wet
for him already and I wondered if I was releasing my own smell and if it was
just as arousing as his was to me.
The hand that was playing with my right boob never stopped its ministrations
either and I moaned loudly when he plucked at my nipple using his forefinger
and thumb. He did it again before his large palm came crashing down lightly
against my breast and the sound of the slap echoed around us. I screamed in
shock and ecstasy; his slap made me leak even more of my feminine liquid.
"Like that, baby?" he asked, chuckling sexily at me, "You like that little
slap, huh, baby? It's okay to admit it, princess...Don't bother hiding yourself
from me; I know what you want through that mark alone..."
"G-Goku, please...," I begged him, my voice hoarse and breathy from panting so
much, "St-Stop this...You promised me you'd try to..."
"I promised not to touch you...much...," he growled in arousal. "This isn't
much..."
Then, without warning, his tail whipped about us to curl about my right breast,
caressing it rather roughly while the hand that had been holding it abruptly
left and went to stroke my tail. His touch on my tail was so sensual that I
screamed in frustration.
"Aahhh!" I cried out in ecstasy, my body trembling with such an overwhelming
need for sex that I writhed about in Goku's hold wildly. My legs that weren't
doing much on his lap suddenly came about to wrap themselves around his waist
tightly, his hardened member pressed firmly against my clothed femininity.
Goku groaned in return, the sound more erotic than anything I'd ever heard. He
looked positively sinful, with his dark eyes boring into mine, the way his jaw
ticked when he clamped his teeth together, the irresistible smell he had, the
naked state he was in...Everything about him just drew me in. My whole being
seemed to be engulfed by him and it was almost as if I felt like I would die if
he didn't just fuck me then and there.
Moving with speed once again, I gasped when suddenly my makeshift top was
ripped off of my body and I was once again baring my naked tits at him. He
drank in the sight of me for a good minute before leaning over and pushing me
down simultaneously so that my back was on the floor and his hulking frame
loomed over my small body.
Hands grasping the pants that I had on, he pulled and the material ripped.
Another gasp and I whimpered in my need for him. My own hands reached out to
touch his pecs, the muscles on his stomach, the hardened bulges on his arms as
he busied himself with positioning my body to accommodate his wide frame.
My slender legs were spread out, bent at the knees and Goku moved to place
himself in between them, his large heavy cock slid against my soaking wet core.
He didn't slide his cock into me, just over me, coating the large pulsing shaft
with the slick arousal that was leaking out of me. Those large beautiful hands
I was growing to love so much were grasping the flesh on my hips, squeezing
roughly and pulling me and pushing me whichever way he desired.
We both moaned loudly when he moved his hips again, imitating the sexual rhythm
but still merely gliding his cock over me.
"Gokuuuuu...!" I whimpered, tears trailing down my face. My hands trembled and
fluttered about him in pleasure, not knowing where to hold onto, simply
touching whatever flesh I could in my current position.
"Shhh, it's okay, Bulla...," Goku tried to soothe me with his words, his voice
betraying his need for me when I caught a slight hoarseness to it, "I'll make
you feel good. Just trust me, okay?"
I moaned in answer, no longer able to form coherent thoughts. Part of me still
felt like this was wrong and what we were about to do was social taboo back on
Earth but the other side of me, the one that was more Saiyan was telling me
this was right. That I should let this happen and welcome it. That I should
please my mate and allow him to please me.
"G-Goku!" I cried out, legs moving to encircle around his waist once more.
"Please, please, please...! I can't...I can't take it anymore..."
"Yes, you can, baby girl," he growled at me, face buried against my neck, his
teeth rubbing against the bite mark he'd given me, "I'm not going to take you
yet. Not until you come for me, princess..."
My eyes squeezed shut as he continued to slide the heavy girth of his cock
against my pussy, the tip of him sometimes bumping against my clit making me
wail at him.
"Come, Bulla!" he commanded, his voice sounded so animalistic in his growl that
my body shivered in ecstasy. He was every bit the dominant Saiyan male he said
he would be and the thought of him, this strong, very masculine, incredibly
sexy man dominating my body sent me over the edge.
My orgasm knocked the wind out of me, my pussy clenching down hard, the juices
leaking out of me without restraint, my legs squeezed Goku's hips, pulling him
in closer to me. I moaned, groaned and cried out as my whole body convulsed in
sheer pleasure. I was completely possessed by him; hips moving, slender arms
reaching out to hold him again and back arching as wave after wave of pure
blissful lust washed over me.
Goku brought his hands to cradle me gently as I struggled to catch my breath,
my body still shuddering from my extraordinary orgasm. He whispered tender
sweet words to calm me down and I squirmed in his arms in pleasure.
"I've got you, my love," he whispered, affectionately, "It's okay, Bulla…I'm
not going anywhere. I'm right here for you…"
"Goku…," I moaned, snuggling deeper into him. Nuzzling the side of his face
with mine, I breathed in more of that sublime scent of his and mewled again. I
could feel my body reacting to him again and the dull ache was back in the
lower pit of my stomach, blossoming once more in my need for him.
"I need you…," I mumbled, lips caressing his jaw, trailing down to his neck.
"Please, I can't think straight anymore if you don't take me now!"
Goku snickered at me, his laughter rumbling in his chest was a comfort to me as
the vibrations in his body travelled to mine. That, combined with that
marvellous scent of his made my womanhood flutter in excitement once again.
"Alright, princess," his whisper a lull to pacify me, "Hold on to me. Like
this…"
He showed me where to place my hands; on his shoulders and his own hands moved
to hitch up my hips to his again. When that heavy large pulsating member was
pressed firmly against my femininity, I couldn't help but shiver again. My legs
moved to wrap around him, pulling me closer to him and making him rub against
me yet another time.
I gasped at the sensation but he laughed lightly, the sound giving me these
weird delicious syrupy feelings in my belly.
"It might hurt a bit, Bulla…You're smaller than your oozaru form," he warned me
gently, leaning in until my forehead and his touched.
I blushed but nodded in reply. This was his warning to me…This was the part
where I should say no and pull away before anything else happened between us.
My mind scolded me then and my heart felt itself clenching at the very idea of
pulling away from this now. I was too far gone in the sexual need he'd built up
for me that if I were to deny myself this relief, I'd probably go insane. My
Saiyan instincts were screaming at me to let him fuck me and be done with it.
After all, I was no longer a virgin thanks to the sex we'd had in our oozaru
state.
"It's okay, Goku…I'm ready now," I assured him, hands moving to touch his face.
He leaned into my touch and sighed as I continued to caress his face.
With a short curt nod, Goku pulled back and then in one swift move, he thrust
himself into me. His whole length was now inside me and my breath caught as I
felt the inner walls of my quim adjust to his magnificent girth. He stayed
still once he was inside me, eyes shut, breathing heavily and his hands on my
hips holding me down firmly. Groaning at the discomfort, I shifted a bit,
trying to make myself relax.
"Stop that!" he growled at me. He sounded strained as if the very act of
pushing his cock deep inside me had been a laborious effort on his part. The
hands that held my hips squeezed the soft flesh there a bit roughly as if in
warning to me. His voice combined with that domineering attitude he was now
displaying made me glow with desire; the earlier discomfort I felt seemed to
melt away slightly.
I wriggled again and this time I tightened the inner walls of my pussy around
his cock. Goku gasped loudly at the sensation it caused and his eyes flashed in
anger at me.
A calloused hand smacked the side of my bottom in retaliation. It stung enough
to make me squeal but it didn't hurt all that much for me to cry.
"I told you not to move!" he bit out harshly, the grit in his voice still
distinct. "I'm trying my hardest here not to fuck you into the ground like some
beast, Bulla!"
I pouted up at him and flexed myself around him again, pushing myself forward
so that he filled me in more despite the fact that he was trying his damnedest
to halt my movements with his hands.
"But I want you…Gokuuu, please…," I pleaded softly, my face came up to nuzzle
his nape.
I stuck my tongue out to lick at the spot of skin right beside his Adam's apple
before kissing it, nipping at the skin with my lips as I tried to pull more of
his length into me.
Goku's tail whisked about to curl itself around my shoulder and it pulled me
back roughly so that my back fell to floor again. His whole demeanour had
changed, those dark eyes seemed to glow red again, the canines in his mouth
sharpened and he glowered at me acrimoniously.
My fear spiked up at him but instead of turning me off, it made my desire for
him rose up to new heights. I licked my lips in anticipation as he continued to
eye me with a dark almost evil lust.
The next second, I was pushed down even further into the cold hard floor and my
body was being pounded against in hard vigorous thrusts. I couldn't even catch
my breath. Nothing could prepare me for the onslaught that my body was taking.
Goku didn't stop moving, his hips pumped into me aggressively and his hands on
my hips kneaded my flesh even more. His great frame completely towered over me
as he continued to pump his rock-hard cock into me roughly, no more pauses or
halts. My whole figure shook and I flushed as I watched his eyes drink in the
sight of my jiggling breasts, leering at them darkly almost like a man
possessed.
A hand left my hip to snake behind me and push my back up. Goku lifted me up as
he sat on his haunches with his knees on the floor, pulling and pushing my
small body until my back arched up toward him. Back bowing, he leaned in to
trail his tongue over a hardened rosy tip of my breast and I squealed in
delight.
Grasping his hair yet again, I moaned my approval and Goku pulled the tip into
his mouth. My pussy clamped on him then in an almost vice like grip when he
sucked on my nipple. The warm wet feeling of his mouth and tongue on me made my
head spin as he continued to thrust his hips into mine.
Goku pulled away from my breast only to lavish his attention on the other one.
His dark eyes caught mine again and he looked positively evil as he bent to
capture the sister nub in between his teeth.
"Like that, baby?" he whispered to me, huskily. His warm breath coating my
glistening wet bud and I cried out when he licked me again. "Is this what you
wanted from me? To be fucked hard on the floor while I suck on these glorious
tits of yours? Hmm?"
"Y-Yes!" I gasped out, my body lurching forward when his hand came crashing
down once again on the left side of my butt cheek. This time, his slap stung a
bit more than the previous one but I only felt myself get even wetter for him.
"Good girl," Goku murmured in approval, spanking me again before placing me
back down on the floor. "You should never lie to me, Bulla…I'll know the truth
anyway…Just be honest and accept that I'm your mate."
His tail found mine and twisted itself around it, stroking it gently before he
lifted it up to his mouth. Grinning wickedly at me, he kissed my tail, nipping
and sucking on the furry limb as he continued to move against me, ramming his
large cock into my weeping pussy violently. The familiar built up to my climax
was approaching and I knew I was close to what would probably be the greatest
gratification my body would feel.
Screaming slightly from the overwhelming pleasure I was experiencing, Goku
suddenly abruptly pulled out of me leaving me to gape at him in shock. He
panted above me and his hands grasped the back of my thighs, pushing my legs up
and apart so that I was stretched out even further, my most sacred part
completely bare to his roving eyes.
"Goku, what are you doing!?" I choked out, eyes catching his in confusion. My
body was begging for his cock to stuff me again and bring me my release and he
was just staring at me, not doing anything to appease me.
Those dark obsidian eyes crinkled at me as he smiled sweetly at me but I wasn't
fooled. That sweet smile belied a much more sinister intent.
"Say it, Bulla," he drawled out gently, moving his body forward so that his tip
slid into my welcoming body, "I won't fuck you unless you say it."
"Say what?" I cried out in agony, trying to push myself to him so that I could
take more of his wonderful length into me but the hands that were on the back
of my thighs held me down firmly. In my current position along with his
acclaimed strength, he held me down effortlessly.
"Tell me that you're my mate," he said, voice dripping with sugar and honey. My
brows furrowed at his sweet tone, annoyed that he was being really mean to me
and denying my body the desperate need for him while sounding so sweet.
"Tell me you belong to me and me alone. Tell me or the tip is all you'll get…"
I groaned at him in frustration, my hands clawing at his shoulders in an
attempt to try to lift myself so I could impale my body with his. He grinned
but didn't move and again I was reminded of his limitless strength.
"You're not getting anything unless you tell me what I want to hear," he
chuckled, darkly.
My mind panicked at the idea of saying what he wanted but it did so only for a
brief moment. Then my whole heart throbbed inside me as I became enlightened by
the idea that I was his mate. Suddenly, all my doubts and fear fled me and I
wanted more than anything to be his mate. I wanted more than anything to belong
to this wonderful man who was not only immensely strong but kind and gentle to
boot.
I smiled up at him, eyes drinking in every detail of his face lovingly.
"I'm yours, Goku," I spoke, my smile never leaving me, "I'm your mate…I belong
to you now…Do with me what you will, my love…"
His smile widened and he pushed his body forward, slowly, agonisingly slowly,
as if he had all the time in the world. Centimetre by centimetre his length
filled me and the minute he had completely filled me to the brim, we both
groaned out loud in euphoria.
"Ohhh," I moaned when he resumed kissing my tail, moving his body gently and
slowly into mine.
He would thrust without vigour but his movements were so sure and firm, the
hips gyrating a bit every once in a while, at odd intervals so that his cock
grazed against certain spots inside me that it made me squeal in bliss.
"Gokuuuu…!" I huffed at him, frowning in my need for him to give me the release
I so desperately wanted.
"Yes, princess?" he taunted, eyes alight with mischief, "What is it you want,
baby? I'm already inside you now, am I not? What more could my lady possibly
want?"
"Stop teasing me!" I whined at him, smacking his arm lightly, "Go harder, Goku!
Please!"
He chuckled at me, one hand reaching up to stroke at my face adoringly. His
knuckles brushed aside my bangs and when he moved it closer to my mouth, I
leaned up to lick those large fingers of his. His laughter grew louder and I
delighted in the syrupy joy it gave me in my lower stomach at the beautiful
sound.
Goku obliged my request and he began pumping his hips against mine so furiously
that every time our skin slapped against each other the sound echoed about our
prison cell. My sharp hearing could even make out the squelching sounds of my
dripping wet pussy as his cock kept thrusting into it.
"Oh, yes, baby!" I cried out, hands trailing over the muscled arms encasing me.
"Oh, my god! Oh, yes! That feels so good, Goku…Don't stop!"
"I won't!" he bit out, growling loudly.
His hand flew to my ankle and then he lifted my foot to place it over his
shoulder. He did the same with my other leg, bring me in deeper to him as he
continued to pound into me viciously, causing my whole frame to shake and my
large breasts to sway and jiggle uncontrollably.
I gasped for the umpteenth time when I felt my womanhood clenched around his
cock tightly, the juices flowing ever more rapidly out of me. I was so close…So
close to achieving my second sexual zenith with Goku…
"Ugh!" I grunted suddenly and my back arched even more as the walls of my pussy
clenched and unclenched rapidly around his hardened manhood. I screamed when I
felt my climax erupt over me, the sheer intensity of the pleasure I was
experiencing enough to make my world turn. Suddenly all I could see, hear,
taste and smell was Goku.
He cried out my name harshly and then strained his neck to present to me. And
just like that, without thought or care, I moved forward and sank my teeth into
the muscled nape, biting in down hard, the tiny sharp fangs puncturing his skin
and filling my mouth with his blood. Goku groaned loudly in ecstasy at the bite
and I tasted the blood that flooded my mouth as he continued to ride me.
Drinking it in, I whimpered in delirium as I received more and more of his
emotions into me. It was undeniable now…We were mates. I had marked him return
and I could sense how incredibly happy Goku was in that very moment. I felt
that warm happiness fill my very being and knew that here, underneath Son Goku,
encased in his arms, with his throbbing hard cock inside me was where I truly
felt like I belonged. I smiled in contentment at the realisation.
He pumped into me some more; once, twice and the third time was when I felt the
warmth of his cum shoot out deep inside me, coating the walls of my pussy and
into my womb as well. He roared loudly and then bent to bite me in return,
opening the fresh bite wound I had, making me whimper at the sweet mixture of
pleasure and pain as it flooded my whole body. Goku was shuddering inside me
and he continued to pump into me still, riding out his ejaculation.
He stopped moving after a while but we still held onto each other, teeth still
buried deep in the other's flesh. Goku nipped at my mark lightly, teeth
worrying the soft bruised skin there and in return I lapped at the mark that
I'd given him.
"I love you, Bulla…," he drawled out, kissing and licking my mark. Every lap of
his tongue made me shiver delicately.
"I love you too, Goku," I mumbled, alternating the scrape of my teeth against
the skin of his neck with the touch of my tongue. I could finally voice out my
feelings for him without fear nor hesitance. I loved him truly.
I couldn't see his face but I sensed him smiling and my tail curled against
his. If he was happy then I was happy. Our emotions were forever bound now.
Goku moved slowly, almost unwillingly, pulling himself out of me a little but
before he could remove himself from my person completely, my trembling,
sluggish legs wrapped around him quickly. I drew him into me again with that
move, staring up at him in shocked accusation.
"Don't leave me," I yelped, locking eyes with him, "I love the feel of you
inside me. I don't ever want you to leave…Please stay…!"
Goku's eyes widened for a brief moment at my words and then he smiled down at
me, his handsome boyish face alight with love and adoration. His already
flushed skin turned a shade darker and I suddenly felt his cock stir to life
once more inside me.
"Oh!" I squealed out in surprise at the feeling of his throbbing member inside
me. "Again?"
He laughed, simply delighted at my surprise and pulled himself before thrusting
back into me.
"Again!" he answered, bending down to capture my lips with his, laughing at me
as he did so.
***** Chapter 8: Tender Is The Night *****
Chapter Summary
     Author's Note: God, I had so much fun writing this chapter…I think I
     really pushed myself as a writer trying to research for synonyms of
     words to use for an erotic scene (I always do but I think I went the
     extra mile for this chapter). I still ended up with many repeated
     words but I also managed to sprinkle in some words that I had yet to
     use so good job, me!
     WARNINGS: Coarse/vulgar language, SMUT, very lemony smut that is MOST
     DEFINITELY not safe for children. Kids, don't you dare read this!
     Adults, you're welcome! XD
Chapter 8 - Tender Is the Night
Curled up against the warm, solid wall of muscle that is Son Goku, I inhaled
his smell in contentment. My arms were about him and his were around my body
and we just stayed snuggled against each other, content to just be in each
other's presence for the time being. Sometime during our first round of
lovemaking, Goku had picked me up and brought me over to his bed where we
continued pleasuring each other for hours on end. We'd been making love nonstop
until Goku and I were really just too exhausted to move. Just remembering the
moments we shared earlier that day made my body tingle with desire for him
again.
I smiled blissfully when he leaned in to lightly lick at the mark he'd given
me; the desire in me flourishing like a flower in paradise. Shifting slightly
to give him better access to my neck, I took the opportunity to trace my
fingers over his impressive abdominal muscles.
Goku began chuckling at my touch, brushing my hands away as he began rolling
over me. I moaned in protest but he ignored me. He continued to nuzzle against
my nape, breathing in my scent and at the same time kissing and nipping the
mark.
I felt myself grow a bit wet right at the apex of my thighs and blushed when
his laughter grew louder. He had probably caught my scent with that keen Saiyan
sense of smell.
"Again?" he asked, a rather perfect imitation of how I had sounded like the day
before during our lovemaking. His dark eyes widening as if he was surprised at
my arousal but those same eyes were twinkling down at me mischievously, knowing
full well how to push my buttons.
"Oh, you tease!" I giggled, turning my body so my back laid on the bed and I
could face his boyishly good looking face fully.
I reached out to touch his face with my hands lovingly, admiring the high
straight nose he had, those beautiful large innocent looking eyes that could
just as swiftly turn to look downright menacing, that strong chiselled jaw and
the high cheekbones, that beautiful sexy mouth of his. I reached out to kiss
his face and my lips went everywhere, pecking him all over his cheeks, nose,
eyes, forehead - wherever I could get my lips to. Goku laughed at me and I
joined him in his amusement and we basked in that sweet warm syrupy feeling in
our bellies at the sound of the other's laughter.
"I love it when you laugh," I said, giggling still, "It sounds so
wonderful...Like, a beautiful happy sound that just gives me so much warmth and
joy..."
"I love it when you laugh!" he snickered, "You sound like sweet melodious
little bells...Or like wind chimes...Makes my cock hard every time I hear
it..."
"Goku!" I chided him, blushing so furiously at his rather coarse but undeniably
blunt words.
He laughed even more at me and opted to also pelt my face with kisses.
"What?" he asked innocently, "I'm being honest here. Nearly everything you do
turns me on but your smile, laughter and happiness turns me on the most..."
I laughed with him as we continued to just kiss and nuzzle against each other
before I knew it was time for us to talk.
"Goku...," I mumbled, taking his hand in mine and kissing the palm lovingly, "I
have all these questions I'm dying to find out…I need to know some
things...Like, what exactly happened the day these Saiyans came to our Earth?"
Goku sighed at me but turned and laid back down to rest before he began to
explain.
"It was...different...I'll be honest and say that that day started off
differently than usual. On a regular basis, I always wake up early, y'know?
'Cause I'm a farmer and all and you have to start early in the day to get all
your work done by sundown. But that day, I felt like sleeping in and despite
Chi Chi's nagging, I ignored her and just slept on. But try as I might, it was
hard to sleep peacefully...I felt like this feeling in the pit of my stomach as
if something bad was gonna happen..."
I drank in the sight of his face as he told me his experiences. I hung onto
every word as he described how he felt and what happened next, all the while my
clever brain was thinking and processing all this information.
"I tossed and turned and then after a while, I just got up and left. I thought
if I could train for a bit, cool off, get my mind off of this weird gut feeling
I was having then I'd be okay. But the feeling didn't disappear even after I
had worked a sweat and I just knew, y'know? Like, this wasn't just a
feeling...Something really terrible was going to happen...And just as I was
about to go see your father, I could feel a massive amount of ki vanishing
within less than a minute. I knew that I was right; something bad was
happening..."
"What happened then?" I asked, voice barely a whisper.
"Vegeta, Trunks, Gohan and Goten all felt just like me, like they knew
something was up and people were being killed. The five of us just head on
straight to the area where the most amount of ki was vanishing and it was right
in the middle of your city. These Saiyans were there, killing and destroying
everything. They raped and kidnaped whoever they fancied. Your father, brother
and my sons and I all began fighting them... Even Yamcha, Krillin and Tien were
there but they were defeated earlier on in the fight...It wasn't until one of
the Saiyans threatened Vegeta about killing Bulma and you, did I realise that
leaving Chi Chi behind and Vivi at your place wasn't a good idea. I asked Goten
to go back and check on Chi Chi and I never heard from him again... I felt both
their kis disappear but I was helpless to do anything because one of them had
shot me with this weird gun to my head and that's when the limiter was planted
in me. I couldn't transform into a Super Saiyan and using Instant Transmission
was also a no-go...They easily overpowered us once we couldn't transform...We
had no hope of beating them..."
I pondered on what he said and my mind raced. There was some part of his story
that really bugged me.
"Goku, how did they know about me and Mom? The Saiyans who captured me and
killed my mom knew she was my Dad's wife...It was like they knew us for some
unknown reason...," I said slowly, "In fact, at the auction the other day, the
Saiyans in the market place knew who you were Goku...Even during the bout...The
announcer said you needed no introduction. The name Kakarot was enough to drive
everyone insane. Goku do you know these Saiyans?"
Goku shook his head and through our bond alone I knew he was being truthful.
This made no sense at all and again that fearful dread creeped up in me as I
tried to make sense of our situation.
"I honestly don't know them, Bulla," he said, eyes looking away from me. Those
eyes that had been alight with amusement and love were suddenly stormy in his
fury.
"It was weird because when I first started fighting them, they all started
talking to me like they knew who I was. They even spoke to Vegeta, Trunks,
Goten and Gohan like they were familiar too. Your dad just straight up asked
one of them - how the hell did these people know about Bulma and you but they
just laughed...None of us knew who the fuck these Saiyans are and where they're
really from. In our universe, there was no such thing as planet Vegeta II. Your
dad said the first Saiyans were born on planet Sadala and then later they moved
on to conquer planet Vegeta where they all died...There was never a Vegeta
II..."
"That's right...," I said, nodding in agreement, "Dad's talked about this
before to me and Trunks...He was very particular about us knowing our Saiyan
heritage. Always wanted us to know where we came from and who we were. Said we
should always be proud of our Saiyan ancestry. 'There's always one thing that a
Saiyan keeps: his pride.'"
Goku laughed at those words and nodded.
"Yeah, he would sometimes start talking about Saiyan history to me too during
our spars and trainings...Always, he would talk about a Saiyan's pride. He was
a great man, Vegeta..."
Tears came up my eyes when I thought about my dad and I couldn't help it when
the tears fell from my lids and slid down my face. Goku crooned at me, trying
to comfort me as he reached out to pull me in closer. I cuddled against him and
sighed when he began kissing my tears away.
"It's okay to cry, princess. I'm here for you. I understand it's tough but know
that I'm here for you, my love," he uttered sweetly, hands stroking my hair and
back.
"Dad would probably murder you if he were still alive...," I sniffed, looking
up at Goku. "If he knew what we've done he's sure to beat you up until you
died, Goku."
"I don't doubt it... I might just react the same way if he mated with my
daughter Vivi...," he said seriously, watching me closely, "But...I don't think
I can kill him. If a couple is mated then I really can't hate them
anymore...Mating is natural and to fight against it would be the same as to
stop breathing or eating..."
We stared at each other and a small sad smile appeared on our faces.
"In any case, even if your dad wanted to kill me, it's not like I'm just gonna
sit there and take a beating...I'll most definitely fight back! Nothing will
stand in my way when it comes to my Bulla," he growled lowly. My brows shot up
in surprise at his sudden aggressive and possessive tone but then my heart grew
warm and I smiled widely at him, pleased with his response. He was looking at
me again like he wanted to ravish me and my body hummed at the thought.
"Oh, Goku...," I sighed, smiling at him, "Don't distract me now...We still have
so many things to talk about..."
"We can talk later...," Goku muttered, leaning in to pepper kisses along my
jaw.
"Noooo," I whined and laughed at the same time, trying to push him away. My
tail came up to stroke at his face and he leaned into the touch. "I wanna talk
now. I promise you can make love to me all you like once we're done talking..."
He groaned in exasperation at my attitude to deny him what he wanted but my
strong stance on wanting answers right now came through to him due to the bond
we had and he nodded in compliance albeit a little unwillingly.
"Alright, princess," he said, smirking at me, "Let's talk..."
His hands made to cup my breasts when he laid beside me, squeezing me softly,
causing me to moan out loud. I flushed again and brought my hands up to touch
his hands in protest.
"We can talk all you like but I'm not letting go of these...," he grinned at me
broadly, that naughty gleam in his eyes shining at me without any reservations.
I giggled at him but moaned again when he stroked my breasts in a slow sensual
way.
"G-Gokuuuu! I-I wanna know what happened next...Did you...Ohhhh! Oh, my, please
stop! I can't think straight when you touch me like that!"
Goku merely flashed me that same very playful smile and just continued his
assault on the soft mounds of my breasts. He started chuckling again when I
began squirming in his grasp, trying my best to temper down my spiking desire
for him.
"Well, if you must know, princess," he began, plucking at my pebbled tips
gently as he spoke, "Your father and I fought this guy named Kornos, whom I
gathered was their leader of some sort. We probably would have been able to
beat him if we could still transform but with only our base form, we definitely
weren't strong enough."
"At some point during our fight, Vegeta was...killed...," Goku said, grimacing
at the memory, "And I could feel Goten's and Chi Chi's kis disappearing a
little while after that. I was beyond pissed at the very idea of their
deaths...It was in my very instinct to go Super Saiyan now whenever a great
loss happens but I couldn't...Not that I didn't want to...I just found myself
unable to and the feeling shocked me. Kornos took advantage of that opening and
knocked me out."
"The next thing I knew, I was on the ship with Gohan caged up next to me. A
couple of the Saiyans on that ship were the ones who explained to us that we
were never able to transform again, that we were going to be slaves sold to the
highest bidder...They also told me in rather graphic detail how they'd killed
Chi Chi and Goten...How the lot of them took turns raping her while they tore
off her limbs one by one...First, her arms then legs and then they just tossed
her body off a ravine and one of them blasted her to dust...Goten, they'd gang
up on and beat the poor boy bloody. One of them slit his throat and let him
bleed to death. They made sure to let him see what they did to Chi Chi first
though. And of course they told me how Vivi was there as well and how they'd
made her watch the torture they put Chi Chi through...I was so furious that I
blacked out."
Pain was etched across his face when he finished and I felt so much sympathy
flood my heart for him in that moment. My poor mate...How he's suffered. I took
his hands in mine and brought it up to my lips, kissing his fingers and
knuckles.
"I'm so sorry, Goku," I sighed sadly, crying silent tears once more, "I'm so
sorry you had to go through so much...I'm here for you, Goku, just as you are
for me..."
He flashed me a brief sad little smile and leaned in to place a chaste kiss on
my lips.
"Thing is, I can't even express myself as my nature would want me to..." he
lamented, "When a Saiyan is furious beyond reason, he must transform into a
Super Saiyan and if he's already one, he needs to go to the highest level he
can possibly go...I couldn't even do that when my wife and kid died..."
A tormented, devastatingly melancholic expression settled on his face and I
felt the hurt he felt surround me. Our hands, holding on to each other
travelled to our faces - mine to his forearms, and his to my back. He pulled me
in and I smelled his enticing scent all the more clearly when he was so close
to me now.
"I know that this seems wrong to you because I should be mourning my wife and
son rather than fucking my beautiful new mate...," he drawled out, eyes
searching mine. "But fucking my mate is part of my instinct now and if I can't
even transform into what my instinct keeps telling me to, then can't I indulge
in pleasuring myself and my mate? It's only natural..."
"Goku...The Saiyan in me is telling me to make love to you too...," I replied,
honestly, "I can't feel bad anymore about what other's might think and what is
supposed to be proper or not...I gave myself to you just now, multiple times
willingly...Right now, our priority is to survive and the bond is telling me
that if we don't make love to each other as much as possible, we're not gonna
make it..."
Goku cracked a smile at me, this time it wasn't sad nor mischievous. It was
just a plain, genuinely happy smile that filled my entire being with a warm
loveliness that momentarily took my breath away.
"So, for real this time? Again?" he joked, waggling his brows comically, "Or
does my mate want to talk some more?"
I couldn't contain the laughter that bubbled up inside me when he teased me
like that. Laughing, delighted with his sense of humour, I shook my head.
"No, we can talk later," I said, giggled breathily as my hands went to roam the
heavily muscled body in front of me, "I want my mate to make love to me now."
Goku joined my mirth and swiftly got up so he could once again be on top of my
petite form, completely eclipsing my body with his bulky one. Leaning in, he
captured my mouth and began thoroughly kissing me. Lips, tongue, teeth were all
used on me and within seconds I felt myself grow incredibly wet for him.
"Gods, Bulla, why do you smell so good!?" he gasped out roughly, "I keep saying
it but you smell like the sweetest of honey and spices..."
"Goku...You smell so good to me too, baby!" I moaned when he bent down to
capture my hardened nipple with his mouth, simultaneously licking it and
sucking it as he went on.
My whole body felt aflame with intense need for him and I could feel these
irresistible zaps of pleasure that travelled from my breast straight to the
apex of my thighs. My feminine juices leaked a bit more and I could feel it
trail down the inside of my thighs.
"Ahh, Goku!" I cried out in ecstasy, hands frantically reaching his hair,
clutching on the wild spiky locks in desperate need. "Oh, god...Oh, yes...Don't
stop! Please, don't stop!"
He chuckled against my breast lightly before continuing to suckle on me hard.
He would at times alternate between blowing on the glistening wet nipple to
watch it harden even further and then suck on it or at times he'd lick a circle
around the bud just to watch the way the skin of my areola tighten and then
continued to suckle; everything he did just drove me crazy. My whole body was
trembling and when one hand roamed down until it reached my womanhood between
my legs, I squealed loudly.
Jerking my hips back in alarm, Goku laughed but he merely held onto me firmly.
His fingers then slipped into the soft wet folds of my femininity and I groaned
at the feeling.
One finger touched the warm wetness of my opening gently, rubbing the small
entrance in tiny little circles before without warning plunging in completely.
I screamed at the feeling, my arms that were already cradling his head moved
about to pull him in tighter. My body arched and convulsed beneath him in my
desperation to find my release but Goku continued to thrust his finger up in my
pussy and he caught my eye with this cold hard look that promised nothing but
filthy unbridled pleasure for me as he swooped down to capture the other rosy
bud of my breast.
Our tails came to find each other in the tangles of our limbs and my sexual
high soared when his brown fur covered tail began stroking the tip of mine with
the same rhythm he used to thrust his finger in me.
I cried out again, brows furrowed, beads of sweat on my forehead began
trickling down and I shut my eyes, unable to continue looking at Goku anymore.
"Ahhn!"
The scream I gave out when I finally achieved orgasm wasn't very loud but my
body shook from the mind-numbing pleasure that fluttered all over my body. From
my tail to my breasts and down to my womb that was already throbbing again for
him to thrust his hot length inside me, I felt that sweet bliss coursing
through my body in delicious little electric zaps. I panted heavily, trying my
best to even out my breathing but failing miserably.
"I love making you come," Goku exclaimed, eyes staring at me like he wanted to
devour me. He brought his wet fingers up to his face and inhaled, smiling
smugly when he did and then sucking the liquid on his fingers like they were
the best tasting thing in the world.
"Mmm, delicious...," he rumbled, eyes never leaving mine.
I stared at him through my hazy lust and got up to kiss him.
He returned my kiss with vigour but when he was about to push me back down
again, I pulled away and gently tried to create a bit of distance between us.
His eyebrows quirked in puzzlement but I made my desire for him to just go
along with it clear through our bond and he complied. I grinned at him,
naughtily as he sat up on his knees on the bed and I too got up to touch him
and kiss him.
As I nipped at his neck, my hands trailed down his pecs, to his abs and finally
to the coarse pubic hair that covered the top of his manhood and I felt his
growl and the way his hips jerked at my featherlight touch. His hands flew
behind me to cup my bottom and the fingers began to immediately knead my soft
flesh. My own fingers curled about his gloriously large thick cock and I began
to pump him at a steady pace. His groans, growls and moans grew louder with
every rub and I relished at how animalistic he sounded. He sounded so very
masculine and primal...Like some wild untamed beast of a man who would take
what he wanted, when he wanted and would be completely unapologetic about it. A
true Saiyan male. I blushed at how his sounds turned me on and began trailing
the kisses down from his nape to his collarbone and then further south to his
pecs, abs and hips.
His cock twitched in my hand when my lips kissed a vein right beside his hip
bone. I giggled at his reaction and heard his warning growl in return telling
me if I kept playing with him, he might just get mad and turn the tables on me.
"Let me please you, my mate," I mumbled, my mouth an inch away from the head of
his cock. "I want to make you feel good too...I want to learn...how to make you
come with my touch too..."
"Oh, Bulla," he groaned heavily, teeth baring at me in his pleasured torture,
"If you please me anymore, I'll go insane..."
"Then let's make you go insane," I whispered sweetly before turning my gaze to
the large bulbous head that stared at me.
Flushing furiously as I eyed the slit on it that had his pre-cum already
dribbling out, I closed my eyes and tried to calm my beating heart. I had never
done this before and to say I wasn't a little nervous would be a big fat lie.
But with that innocence came the curiosity of a very recently sexually active
teen who found that she rather enjoyed the feel of sex.
I gulped and then leaned in to kiss the tip, lips parting just a tad bit. I
pulled back, looked up at him and felt my whole body quake with desire for him.
He looked so very sexy, his face staring at me with that dark and serious look,
his beautifully sculpted body shining with sweat...He was magnificent in every
sense of the word and the way his eyes roamed over me told me that I was the
most beautiful thing he'd ever seen too. The knowledge that he wanted me just
as badly as I did him filled me with the confidence I needed to continue my
work so I smiled up at him again sweetly.
Those dark eyes darkened even more at my smile and I felt the vein on his cock
twitch again. His hands which were still firmly planted on my butt suddenly
left them and I cried out when they came crashing down to spank me. It hurt but
like all his previous slaps, it only made me wetter for him.
"Get on with it, little girl," he growled in a dangerously low voice, his voice
befitting of that of a dominant Saiyan male. His words weren't a request…It was
a demand and one that set my whole body on fire with longing.
My breath shook as I nodded hastily and then turned back to look at his equally
magnificent cock. Taking a deep breath, I plunged in and kissed the tip again,
right on his pre-cum covered slit. I felt the warm, thick liquid touch my lips
and decided this was the best time to try tasting him as any other so I swiped
my tongue over my top lip, grazing his cock a little when I did so, taking in a
bit of his cum into my mouth to taste at the same time.
When I filled the essence of him in my mouth I felt myself getting even wetter
and blushed as the liquid of my own desire gushed a little out of me. I moaned
and then swooped in to lick and taste more of his delicious flavour. He tasted
slightly sweet and salty and that masculine musk was even more potent in his
cum. I made sure to circle my tongue all over his tip, coating the head of his
cock with my saliva and his own cum, spreading it about on the silky smooth
texture of him. I looked up into his eyes and blushed even more at the
expression he had on now.
His eyes were staring at me with such raw lust, yet gone was the darkened
intensity. Now, his handsome face was contorted with a desperate look. Brows
frowning and his teeth bared, panting and groaning at my ministrations. I took
it all as a positive sign and began gliding my tongue all over his length from
the tip to the base of his member, right up again. From one side of his
thickness to another, I slid my tongue all around him, dragging it across
velvety skin. At times, I would kiss a part of his flesh with my tongue and
lips and at others I'd switch to simply suck at a part of that satin smooth
skin.
The cock I had in my hands and mouth twitched even more, the veins popping out
ever so distinctly. Goku's back bowed as he leaned in further to spank me
better, grabbing fistfuls of my ass cheeks before letting go and then slapping
them with some force. It made me whimper and squeal with pleasure and pain but
I didn't stop licking and kissing his cock. Every time he spanked me, my pussy
contracted and I felt these delectable little tremors travel throughout my
figure straight to the hardened nubs of my breasts.
When he growled loudly and he thrust his hips a bit was when I finally decided
to open my mouth and let the head in, sucking lightly. Goku hissed loudly,
teeth clenching and his grip on my bottom strengthened. Again, going by my
instincts and by the aura of immense euphoria emanating from Goku's body, I
took it as a sign that whatever I was doing was alright and rolled with it. I
parted my lips wider and took more of his turgid hot length into the warmth of
my cavity, excitement filled me when his hands left my ass to tangle in my hair
instead. He took fistfuls of my hair and tugged, making me gasp and taking in
an inch more of him into my mouth. The tip of his cock bumped against my throat
and my eyes watered from the sensation. Groaning at the feeling, I blinked the
tears away and tried to focus on swallowing more of him, delighted when his
cock slid in further down my throat. My heart began thumping even faster when I
took in the fact that I was already at my limit and Goku's hard cock was still
only a little more than half in my mouth.
'He's so big!' my mind wailed at me, 'There's no way you can fit anymore of him
in!'
At the sound of Goku's light chuckles, I lifted my gaze to look up at him only
to see those mischievous obsidian eyes dancing down at me. He must've read what
my inner voice was saying and I blushed even more.
"Don't mind me, baby girl," he said, hoarsely, the smirk still in place, "I'm
just flattered you find me so big..."
I fumed up at him and in retaliation lightly grazed my teeth against the smooth
skin of his member making him hiss yet again. It was such a juvenile, male
thing to do; getting off on the idea of me thinking he was so big when I was
the one trying my best to please him here.
Goku winced when I sucked harder on him, teeth rubbing over the tip and he
nodded gently.
"Okay, okay, princess," his voice tore from his throat, "I'm sorry...You're
doing a spectacular job sucking me, baby...Oh, god, it feels so good...Your
lips wrapping around me like that..."
I twirled my tongue around his hot hard cock and stuck my tongue out past my
bottom lip, causing all the saliva and pre-cum to drip down in strands of thin
gooey strings.
He grunted when I began bobbing my head up and down, going at a glacial speed
at first, determined to draw this experience out for the both of us for as long
as I could. I wanted to give him back all the pleasure he'd skilfully given me
these past few days when he never even took any for himself. He was my mate and
he had suffered so much and my heart ached for him to feel good too so I
concentrated on my task at hand.
The feel of his hot, rigid length moving in and out of my mouth slowly was
making my nipples harder and my pussy to clench and unclench with need. I could
feel more of my arousal leak out of me and trail down the inside of my thighs
down to the sheets below. His gratification was getting me off on mine. We both
moaned loudly when I began bobbing my head back and forth quickly, swallowing
him in deep with strong hard sucks, careful not to use my teeth, letting his
tip bump against my tonsils repeatedly.
Goku's hands cradled my head and his fingernails scratched my scalp softly when
he began to grasp the roots of my hair. He was groaning and growling rather
loudly now, his massive heavily muscled body shaking slightly from the extreme
intoxication I was providing him with my mouth.
"Oh, yeah, baby...," he groaned, eyes shut tightly and his canines on full
display, "That's it, right there...Suck me just like that...Oh, god, that feels
so good...Oh, baby, fuck!"
I sucked him harder, moving even faster, my lips widening to take more of him
in my warm wet mouth. His hips jerked a bit and I pulled his cock from my mouth
to smack him in warning, the cock bounced from the impact of my slap.
He growled loudly at me, eyes blazing with lust and anger at my audacity to
smack his manhood like that. His alpha male side rearing its head at the very
notion that I had chosen to issue him some form of threat.
"That is it!" he hissed at me, grasping at my hair and tugging none too gently
as he smacked his hardened length to my cheek, making me whimper. "You wanna
play rough, huh, princess? Okay, then, baby. Let's play rough. Open your
mouth!"
His roaring at me caused a quiver of sexual excitement to pass through my body,
making my wet pussy flutter and more of me to leak onto the bed sheets below
but I obeyed him and opened my mouth widely.
"I'll show you what happens to naughty little sluts who tease a cock too much!"
he bellowed at me, pulling on my hair to make me take all of his large hot cock
into my wet mouth. I groaned when my lower jaw stretched to accommodate his
girth but Goku ignored the sound and chose instead to pump his hips once
bringing all of his length into my mouth, nearly gagging me and making my eyes
water from the feel of it all. I trembled and tried to look up to him to plead
with my eyes but he merely looked down at me with that cold righteous fury and
lust he had when he had spanked my bottom earlier. That look was sexy as hell
and it basically reflected his dominance in our relationship...There would be
no mercy on his part and I felt a twinge of that morbid mixture of fear and
lust I was growing accustomed to bubble in the pit of my stomach.
"That's right, baby girl!" he grumbled at me, "I'm gonna fuck your mouth so
hard you won't even know what's hit you!"
He held onto my hair tightly, pulling back his hips, drawing his length out all
the way except for his tip before plunging back in so suddenly and viciously
that I felt my pussy tighten and a small orgasm quake through me. Moaning
slightly, I couldn't even pause to recover because Goku was pumping his hips
rapidly, going so fast that my spit and his come were dribbling down the sides
of my lips, wetting the bed and my neck and the tops of my breasts. Hot, sticky
strands of cum and saliva trickled down, from my lips to my throat, to my
heaving bosoms. The now wet nipples hardened even more when a light breeze
blew.
He jerked his hips roughly, practically ramming his hard wide cock into the
warmth of my mouth without pause. I struggled to take him, tears pouring down
my eyes and my throat constricted to take more of him in but I felt more and
more aroused than I ever did before he took control.
"Like that, huh, little slut?" he cried out harshly, pumping his hips in hard
jerky motions, "Like how I'm fucking your mouth like that? Yeah, that's right,
princess...Feel that? That's a hard cock fucking that pretty little mouth of
yours, baby girl...That's my hard cock fucking your pretty little mouth..."
He grunted and I came again just from how callous his words were. It turned me
on like nothing I've ever felt before; having him say such filthy, sinful
things to me. The tips of my breasts hardened to such hard little points that
it nearly pained me and I was so wet down there that I was practically gushing
all over the bed. My legs trembled and almost gave way from the extremely
overwhelming pleasure I felt.
"That same pretty little mouth telling me I wasn't your mate...," he gritted
out, voice every bit as sexy as he looked, "Well, look at you now,
princess...Who's fucking your mouth right now, huh? Whose cock is that in your
mouth, huh, baby? That's right, it's mine! My cock! Fucking...Your...Mouth...!"
He roared and thrust harder, pushing and pulling so much of his cock into my
mouth that I felt my eyes roll back in ecstasy. Then all of a sudden, he pulled
out of my mouth and just before I could even protest, his lightning speed had
positioned my body where my back was to him, bottom facing his face and knees
and hands on the bed. I didn't even have time to look back at his face nor
could I comprehend exactly what had happened when he suddenly rammed his hard
thick cock into my quaking soaking wet pussy.
I screamed and that very instant he put his cock in me made my climax came
roaring down on me like a furious tornado; pussy walls flexing, my liquids
squirting out like mad and my arms giving way so I fell on the bed, breasts and
arms squished in a trembling mess, my butt and hips still up thanks to Goku's
powerful arms and hands holding onto me. That was the most intense orgasm I had
ever experienced and Goku didn't even let me pause for breath. I screamed and
screamed as he continued to fuck me hard and rough, slamming his hips into mine
in powerful blows, wringing out my orgasm until I begged him to stop just so I
could breathe again.
"No," he replied mercilessly, pounding into me from behind at top speed, "Be
quiet and take it, Bulla..."
When he gyrated his hips in such a way that made his cock go in deeper and the
head kiss my womb, he roared and I felt the hotness of his cum flooding my
pussy with it. I screamed again, my voice cracking from all the screaming I'd
done before and came yet again, this time thoroughly coating his member with my
feminine juices squirting out from me. The hands that had held my hips and butt
so harshly came down one last time to slap my butt cheeks 'til I whimpered and
cried from the pain and pleasure it gave me.
Moments later, when we held each other in bed again, with his length still
buried deep inside me even though all we did was just snuggle, Goku stroked my
face softly and leaned in to kiss my forehead tenderly.
"Bulla…Sorry if I hurt you…with what I said just now…You know I don't really
mean it, right?" he mumbled with emotion, "You just drive me so crazy, I lose
control and just give in to my Saiyan need to dominate you…"
I smiled back at him, moving in to kiss the tip of his nose affectionately and
nuzzled my nose to his.
"Are you kidding me?" I giggled, bringing my arms around him tighter, "That was
the best sex yet! I can't wait to do it again!"
We exchanged knowing looks then and grinned at each other just as his cock
pulsed to life in my body.
"Again!?" we both chanted, laughing merrily, with him shifting on top of me to
begin another round of lovemaking…
***** Chapter 9: Bloodless *****
Chapter Summary
     Author's Notes: I found it rather difficult to write this chapter. I
     struggled quite a bit to be honest…Maybe because it doesn't have any
     lime or lemon in it…? XD I guess I tend to write better when it's
     just smutty stuff…Anyway, here is chapter 9.
      
     WARNINGS: Language, threats of rape, etc
Chapter 9 - Bloodless
It felt like a mere blink of an eye had passed but before I knew it, two nights
had gone by and every night I spent with Goku felt like I'd been reborn again.
Every second I spent with him helped build on my feelings for him and he
assured me he too was just as much affected by it. The more time we spent
together, the more we got to know one another and not just sexually but
intellectually and emotionally as well. There were things I discovered about my
mate that I never knew before and every time a layer of his true self was
uncovered I almost felt like an excited child unwrapping a birthday present.
I found out that Goku was someone who wasn't just easy going by nature but he
was also selfless in his need to please me and take care of me. He would always
let me have the softest of pillows when we slept on the bed and he'd make sure
I got the bigger helping when our food arrived (though in the end he always was
the one who demolished it all because I really wasn't capable of consuming the
mountains of food they served us). I found out that he liked to scratch the
back of his head when he was particularly embarrassed, an old habit apparently
but I was never close enough to him to notice before. That he liked to sniff at
his food first before he ate. That he was always asking me if I was full, or
comfortable or happy. Goku was always looking out for me and every time he did,
I was touched beyond reason and my heart grew even more in love with him.
Every night I had been with him had been a night that we had to be very careful
not to look up into the sky for fear of transforming into our oozaru forms.
Goku and I discussed about it and we both agreed that it was probably better if
we opted to stay in our humanoid forms because I couldn't remember at all when
I was in my oozaru state. I told him I would rather stay conscious when we made
love because I didn't want to forget not even a minute I had spent with him.
Goku was so pleased when I told him this, he had agreed readily.
Needless to say, each night I had been with Goku was a night with a full moon.
Well, full moons to be exact because apparently on Vegeta II, there was a total
of three moons; one the size of planet Jupiter, another roughly the size of
Earth and the third one the same size as our moon. Cumber was the one who had
informed us of this little titbit while he was making his rounds to pass us our
food again. He had sounded just like his usual smug obnoxious self when he said
it too, even going so far as to taunt us about it.
"Heh, no wonder you couldn't resist fucking her, huh, Kakarot? Despite how you
begged and pleaded for me to take her away that first night we brought her to
you...You fucking hypocrite!" he jeered, smirking at us in twisted amusement.
He had once again laughed at us cruelly while he strolled by our prison. Goku
had been fuming in anger when he was present but the minute he'd gone, I
slipped my fingers into his and held his hand, squeezing softly and trying my
best to make him feel my love for him through our bond. Goku sighed then and
stopped looking so fierce after a minute or so. He turned to me and smiled this
small genuine smile that told me he was back to his normal self. I liked it
when he turned his hard blazing gaze on me because it turned me on like nothing
ever could but those deadly glares on other people were scary. I knew he was my
mate so it was fine for him to glare at me in that burning desire that he had
for me. But when Goku was furious at our captors, he was a different man
completely and it scared me in the non-sexy way...
"Let's eat then, Bulla," he smiled at me merrily as we sat to make ourselves
comfortable and fed each other our meal.
All our time together was spent with making love, eating, talking and laughing.
There was never a dull moment with Goku and I realised by the second day I was
with him that I was truly absolutely, head over heels in love with this
wonderful man. There was nothing I wouldn't do for him, including killing or
sacrificing myself and I knew he would be the same as well when it came to me.
We were mated and anyone who stood in our way would be knocked down.
I watched him eat and smile at me and I thought to myself that he was mine
followed closely by how beautiful he was...The thought came almost unbidden and
I felt this possessiveness that I had never before experienced creep up into
the cavity of my chest.
'I won't share him with anyone!' I thought fiercely, 'He's mine! If anyone
wanted to stand in our way, I'll kill them! I will not be parted from my mate
now that I have him!'
Goku suddenly paused in the middle of shoving food into his mouth and turned to
look at me carefully. His grin was wide then and he looked positively delirious
with happiness.
"I won shey yu wiv anyvan too!" Goku said through mouthfuls of whatever it was
they had fed us. "Yor my bate! Iv vil kil dem if fey taj yoo!"
When he'd finished what he had to say, I couldn't control the laughter that
bubbled up inside me and merely exploded in my mirth. My Goku was always known
to be a simpleton and a goofy silly man...So whenever he showed shades of his
usual silly self I couldn't help but become amused. I loved everything about
Goku, from his fierce possessive ways to his sexual lust for me to his goofy
side as well. He was my Goku and I could see no flaws.
"Oh, Goku," I sighed sweetly at him, moving in to kiss his cheek, "Why don't
you try talking after you've swallowed your food, hm?"
Giggling at his light blush, I leaned in to nuzzle his nose with my mine. He
was so adorable at times like these that I loved to be affectionate with him.
Always, I'd find excuses to kiss his cheek, link our fingers together, cuddle
up to him, snuggle into his chest and my most favourite way to show my
affection - sniff his nape. His scent there was especially exquisite...
He chortled at me when I nuzzled him, completely overjoyed with my tender
ministrations. Once he'd finished with his meal, he'd pushed me down on his bed
and spread my legs apart so he could move in between them. He was inside me in
an instant, loving me until I cried out in ecstasy. In the aftermath of our
lovemaking, we would always curl about each other to simply soak in the love we
had for one another and that day was no different.
That was basically our routine in a day - eat, sex, sleep, laugh and talk.
Later when we were holding onto each other like we'd done so many times the
past couple of days, I grew more anxious with what was in store for us. We were
mates now and it was a good thing that we were but what if those Saiyans came
to take me back to the women's quarters? What if they made me a prize again but
Goku wasn't involved in that bout? What if he didn't win and someone else
instead won me? What were we to do? How would we survive if another tried to
touch me?
Goku could sense my unease through the bond that we shared and his tail came to
stroke my back lovingly.
"I worry about that too, princess," he confessed, eyes looking deeply into
mine, "I have a feeling they're gonna take you away soon...The twelve bouts
last for three months and they can't have us stay together for three months
straight...You told me there were only five girls that were chosen to be
prizes. That means that you're bound to be chosen more than once. If I was put
in all the bouts, then I could win you permanently but they took out Gohan in
the first one so I might be excluded as well in the future bouts."
"I know, Goku...," I mumbled, kissing his jaw and neck in soft butterfly like
kisses, "I'm so worried about it all...If someone else wins me, I'll fight back
as hard as I can but I'm no fighter... I don't know if I can overpower the
guy...I think I'd rather die than be taken by someone else!"
Goku's face was suddenly clouded with a very deadly look, eyes narrowing and
lips turning into this thin and grim straight line.
"I will kill anyone who dares to lay a hand on my mate," he whispered, his
voice like cold steel. I felt a small shiver go through me at his sudden change
in demeanour. His hand curled over my shoulder possessively, bringing me closer
into his chest.
"What are we gonna do, Goku?" I asked in worried tones, "We can't live like
this! As slaves whose sole purpose in life is to amuse these bastards! We need
to get out of here..."
"I agree but what can we do?" he stated, grimly, "I am powerless against them
if I can't transform...If only there was a way to get rid of the stupid thing
they planted in our heads."
"I can't think of a way yet," I muttered, worrying my bottom lip with my teeth,
"I mean, if we can find out more about their technology...If I could actually
get a hold of a gadget of theirs and fiddle with it...Then maybe I'd be able to
understand it more."
"You really are your mother's daughter!" Goku said, smirking at me.
"What?" I cried, a little indignantly, "So I inherited her genius brain, what
can I do about it?"
"I know, Bulla. I haven't told you yet how blessed I feel that you're my mate
because of your cleverness but I guess now's a good time as any."
I blushed from his confession. He liked that I was smart and that knowledge
made my heart jolt a little.
"You're smart too...Just not in a nerdy-science way," I murmured.
Goku grinned at me, swooping down to kiss my forehead. The gentle touch of his
lips somehow made my breath caught.
"Oh, trust me, princess, I know I'm not a complete idiot but I'm nowhere near
as smart as you...All the same, I'm touched that you're trying to console me by
telling me something I already know."
I opened my mouth to retort but he reached down again, this time to kiss me on
my mouth. It was another one of his extremely wonderful toe-curling kisses that
had me in a daze but I refused to be distracted.
"G-Goku, what should we do though when our time together is up? When they try
to take us away from each other...I-I don't think I can cope without you...Just
the very idea of being separated, even for just a day, it's terrifying me," I
said, tears welling up my eyes.
"I feel the same way too," Goku agreed, "I can feel that my Saiyan instincts
are telling me that it's not a good idea to pull us apart...I don't think we
can survive the separation."
"Let's think up of something that we can do then," I replied, reaching up to
kiss the tip of his nose.
The next couple of days rolled by much like the previous ones except this time
we didn't just talk about nothing, this time we ran through our options and
tried to come up with plans as to what to do. I even brought up the subject of
escaping this place but we agreed that that would require some time and more
intricate planning.
All the while, Goku and I felt an odd mixture of dread and elation. We were
exceedingly happy that the bond grew stronger every day we were together but we
were terrified at what might happen if our captors came to separate us.
I wasn't at all prepared for how they finally did it though - separating us. It
was in the very late hours of the night and Goku and I were sleeping soundly,
arms wrapped about each other when they decided to pull us apart.
Suddenly as if he just knew instinctively, Goku got up abruptly and his arm
held onto my still tired and half asleep form.
"Hmm? Goku dear, what's going on?" I mumbled, groggily, eyes still closed.
Goku stayed silent but I could tell he was on alert. His body sat stiff and his
arms were wrapped around me so possessively and protectively, I knew this
wasn't just something to be brushed aside and go back to sleep with.
I was just about to finally get up myself when I felt his arms wrenched away
from holding me, a harsh cry from Goku tore out from his throat and I felt my
own body get manhandled and pulled right off the bed. The scream that came out
of me was a panicked, petrified wail and I was nearly out of my mind with worry
for Goku whose touch I no longer could feel.
"Gokuuuu!" I screamed, eyes struggling to see in the dark.
"Bulla!" came his call. He sounded stricken with fear for me.
"There, there, Kakarot," drawled out a voice that was by now had grown familiar
on us, "Don't fret. We're not gonna hurt your little whore here too much..."
"Fuck you, Cumber!" Goku snarled, I could make out his silhouette as he
struggled against the one holding him who I assumed was Cumber. "Don't you dare
lay a hand on Bulla! I'll kill you if you touch her!"
"Shhh," another voice joined in and I knew that this one belonged to the other
Saiyan guard who had brought me to Goku that night he'd won me. Planten was his
name.
"Don't piss yourself, Kakarot," he chuckled, sniffing my hair as he did so,
"This is time's up for you both. The next bout is starting in a day so we'll
need to get this shit wrapped up. No more fucking for the both of you 'til god
knows when."
"No, please!" I cried out in desperation, "You can't do this! You can't!"
More shuffling sounds were heard and Cumber suddenly transformed into a Super
Saiyan. From the glow and aura that surrounded him, I could finally see
everything and what they were all doing.
Two unknown Saiyan guards were holding onto Goku, each one hanging on each of
Goku's arms. Cumber stood a foot away from Goku, his already wild hair glowing
gold and stood in stiff spikes. He turned to look at Goku in an eerie glare and
winked at me.
Then, faster than my eye could see, Cumber had planted his fist straight into
my mate's stomach. I watched in horror as Goku gasped and doubled over but he
couldn't even fall down because the other Saiyans were holding onto him. His
face contorted in pain and my heart felt like bursting out of my chest just
from seeing him suffer.
"Gokuuu!" I screamed, tears falling off of my eyes like a stream. I struggled
against the hold that Planten had on me but it was ultimately futile. He didn't
budge and laughed instead at how powerless I was.
"I've wanted to beat you since the first night we brought your little whore to
you," Cumber stated nonchalantly, "Don't even think about relaxing yet,
Kakarot. We're just getting started."
Blow after blow was delivered to Goku and I could do nothing but stand there
and weep over the suffering that was administered to my mate. Cumber would
punch Goku in his face, his stomach and chest in hard powerful hits that were
sure to cause Goku some pretty severe damage. I started sobbing uncontrollably
when I saw the blood that came spraying out of his mouth when a particularly
hard punch to the jaw was delivered. Some of that blood landed on my face and I
cried even harder.
Everything inside me made me want to tear my hair out in a burst of anger and
despair. My heart and mind cried out to Goku through the bond that we shared
and it was almost like I could feel the pain he was in...Oh, and he was in so
much pain! I couldn't even comprehend how he was still conscious in spite of it
all. Goku truly was someone not to be trifled with. He had taken multiple blows
by a Super Saiyan and still was pretty much awake. That in itself was beyond
impressive.
When Cumber finally decided to stop the beating, he told the other guards to
drop him and they did so carelessly with one of them even kicking Goku in the
back so that he stumbled about on the floor.
Inside, I was completely shattered with how they had treated Goku. I felt like
every cell in my body was calling out to him; to run over to him, to hold him
in my arms and just help clean up his wounds.
But I couldn't do anything at all.
"You know, I'd really like to fuck your pretty little bitch here, Kakarot,"
Planten said as he sniffed more of my hair. "But she stinks of you right
now...Now normally I don't give a fuck about fucking other people's sloppy
seconds but because she's your sloppy seconds, I think I'll pass."
All of them broke out into guffaws at this as if it was the joke of the
century. Goku had glared at them even despite the blood that seeped into one of
his eyes from a cut in his bleeding forehead. The Saiyans completely ignored
him, however. They began to head out of the prison with Planten dragging me
away and I called out to Goku in panic stricken shrieks.
"Goku!" I screamed, my voice hoarse from all the crying I had done, "Goku!
Please don't do this! Please let me go to him! Please! Gokuuuuuuuu!"
"Shut up, bitch, or I'll fuck you right here and now!" Planten grunted. "I'll
do it right in front of Kakarot and have him watch while the others hold him
down. I don't care!"
At his cold threat, I instantly fell into quiet sniffles but it didn't stop me
from feeling as if thousands of shards of glass were piercing through my whole
entire being. That was the amount of pain I felt in my heart and mind at being
dragged away further and further from my mate. It was truly incomprehensible to
those who had never experienced it but our Saiyan instincts were practically
screeching at us to run back and embrace one another. Our bond was too recent,
it seemed to tell me, it was too new and fresh and I needed more time to
really, truly know my mate. We needed to touch each other more, to make love
more, to talk more in order to truly solidify our attachment.
Goku's eyes never left mine as he laid there on the floor, covered in blood,
watching me sadly as I was taken away from him.
I was so distraught in the forced split-up that these Saiyans were responsible
for that for a moment I forgot that I was completely naked.
I only ever remembered that I was in such a state of undress when Planten flung
me into Zatulla's arms once we reached the women's quarters.
"Clean her up and get her ready for the next bout! Get that other Saiyan slave
to be ready too. Calabash wants a pairing match this time around so the gifts
are gonna be a pair too," Planten barked at Zatulla.
My heart leaped with hope at the chance that perhaps me and Goku would be
reunited again and so soon too. I hoped with all my might that he too would be
selected once again for this upcoming bout. I didn't really understand what a
pairing match was but I knew that I could count on Zatulla to explain
everything to me.
Being parted from Goku was a terrible experience for me as I realised that not
only did my heart feel as though someone had ran sharpened objects through it
but I also could feel the irritating stinging that burned at the bite mark Goku
had given me. Intrinsically, I knew it was the physical reaction to us being
pulled apart from each other too soon. My psychological reaction was that I was
suddenly feeling so very depressed and desolate. I just couldn't stop thinking
of Goku and longing for his touch, his laughter, his smile, those
eyes...Everything...I just needed him so badly.
All the while as Zatulla washed my back and rubbed my face with some sublime
smelling oils, I stayed quiet and crestfallen. Zatulla looked at me
sympathetically but chose not to speak until her hands reached my hair to wash
it. She suddenly stopped in her work abruptly, hands freezing almost as if in
horror. I turned in puzzlement to look at her and was rather astonished to see
her look of bewilderment. She didn't even look into my eyes, rather she was
eyeing my neck in this deathly silent shock that seemed to bespoke of the
thunderstorm to come.
"What...is this?" she breathed out, eyes glued to my bite mark.
"It's...," I was hesitant to say it aloud suddenly but then I gulped and
decided to go ahead with it anyway, "It's Goku's bite mark...His claim to
me...He bit me and I bit him in return. We're mates now...for life."
I trailed off and Zatulla's face filled with fear as the words sank in.
"You...You and him...You mated?"
"Y-Yes," I stuttered, panic growing in me as well.
If Zatulla had a reason to be fearful then I knew I should too. In the days I
had known her she hadn't once shown me such a look of terror before.
"Oh, dear god, I didn't know you Saiyans were even capable of mating for life!"
she whispered harshly. "This must be something only the Saiyans from your world
can do. The Saiyans here are not known to become bound to one another as mates
for life!"
"B-But, Koenigii said the Saiyans from where she's from do it too although it's
a very rare occurrence...It's not unheard of," I trailed off, the panic in me
doubling as I tried to process what Zatulla was saying. It can't be that these
Saiyans don't mate at all...Could it?
"Koenigii isn't a Saiyan from this planet though, is she?" Zatulla said in
hushed tones. "Listen to me, child, I have worked here as a slave for fifteen
years. I was taken away from my home planet, Murdle, when I was about your
age... I have never known these Saiyans to mate for life...Other races, yes,
but not Saiyans. They would have warned me too since I have seniority over you
newbies."
"Zatulla...I'm mated now...What does it mean for me, as a pleasure slave to be
mated to another slave?" I asked tremulously.
"It means you're in deep trouble, little one," she intoned, dark eyes flashing
at me in her concern, "It means that you better pray your mate wins all the
bouts and gets you as his for life."
I cried again, heart heaving at the thought of being gifted to another
gladiator instead of Goku. The very notion made me feel like vomiting and the
mark burned at my neck almost like a beacon calling out to Goku.
"I didn't know you were upset because you'd been ripped apart from your
mate...," she went on, "I thought the man you were given to had abused you and
your first sexual encounter was dreadful."
"No," I shook my head, hating the idea of Goku abusing me. He was anything but
abusive. "He was very kind to me. He treated me with...tenderness. I love him,
Zatulla."
"Bulla, you mustn't tell the Saiyan guards that he is your mate. You mustn't
ever let them know," Zatulla stressed, her tone becoming more hushed. "These
Saiyans don't take kindly to the idea of having mated slaves. They don't like
it; you see? It's troublesome because the mated pair can't be separated from
one another for very long and when they are they lose the will to live and
wither away. To these Saiyans, what is the point of keeping slaves who have no
will to live? To fight for them in the pit? To be beautiful and ready for a
good fucking? They kill you if they know that you're the half of a mated
couple."
"Oh, Zatulla!" I wailed softly, tears streaming down my face unashamedly, "What
am I going to do? I can't live without Goku! I can't allow myself to be taken
by another man! I'd rather kill myself than let that happen!"
"Shh," Zatulla shushed me, "Keep your voice down, little one. We can't have
anyone know of this. If they tell the guards about this, you'll be killed in
the worst way imaginable. Don't, for one second, doubt how truly sadistic our
captors are."
I nodded and wiped at my face, washing it with the heavily scented bath water.
"Listen closely, Bulla," she began, "You are going to pretend like everything
is fine in front of everyone for the next couple of days. You can't show them
your mark and you can't show them your grief. You don't know who you can
trust."
I nodded again, this time staring at her in a determined gaze. I will live
through this. I will survive it. I vowed to myself that I would for not only my
own sake but my mate's as well.
"I'll help you hide that mark with an elaborate choker," she continued, "The
rest, you'll have to pretend. I pray your mate does the same."
After I was done bathing, Zatulla escorted me to my room. She fastened the
choker around my neck and bade me good night.
The mark felt itchy and hot underneath the cool gems of the necklace. I sighed
at the feeling, focussing on it when I could almost hear Goku inside my head! I
looked up alarmed and ran to my window. The male quarters couldn't really be
seen but if I pressed myself to the edge and really strained, I could make out
just a sliver of the image of their dorms.
Sniffing the air, I smiled broadly when I caught the now all too familiar scent
of the sea, earth and woods. It wasn't strong, just a delicate trace of him
could be caught in the air but I was so very glad. I closed my eyes and sighed
yet again but this time it was in relief. The itching at my neck slowed and
nearly disappeared altogether. The sexual desire I hadn't felt since I was so
devastated at my loss of contact with Goku returned. I could feel my breathing
grow heavier, my breasts tingling and the delicious dull ache thrumming through
me from my womb.
I could feel him now inside me, in my blood, and in my thoughts. He was fine
albeit a little beaten up but they must have at some point healed him a little
for he seemed no longer to be in too much pain. Goku let me know through the
bond that he was alright and I tried my best to convey my emotions to him as
well. I think it worked because suddenly I felt the bite mark at my neck tingle
and this time it was in pleasure. I flushed but smiled again when I could feel
through our emotional link that we were suddenly both slightly aroused again.
We continued to share emotions with each other for a while until my body grew
so tired that it slid down onto the floor. I fell asleep curled up underneath
the window that night.
The next day, Koenigii cornered me at the baths and immediately started to ask
me what my experience was like being given to Goku.
"So what was it like, getting fucked by the old man?" she joked, brow quirking
at me, "Is he any good in bed as he is out there on the pit? I watched him, by
the way. He's a beast! And sexy as fuck. Girl, I don't know why you put up so
much grief over fucking him. He must've marked you hard, huh?"
I flushed scarlet at her choice of words, my cheeks growing ever so warm at how
crude she was being.
"Don't talk about Goku like that," I snorted defensively, shifting my eyes away
from her, "He was very nice to me..."
Koenigii wasn't deterred at my standoffish nature though and instead leaned in
to nudge me a little.
"Ooooh, so he was 'nice', huh?" she said in a sing song way, "So he was all
sweet and tender when you guys had sex or was he anything like that rough wild
beast out in the pit?"
I shook my head and rushed to get away from her. Talking about Goku and what we
had made me uncomfortable as I felt that all those wonderful moments we shared
together only truly belonged to us. It felt like it would be an invasion of
privacy if I were to tell Koenigii about it now.
"C'mon, don't be like that, Bulla!" she whined, chasing after me every step of
the way, "You have no idea what it's been like here without you. I've been
bored out of my mind just getting horny over the spike in pheromones caused by
the heat season. And don't lie to me and say you guys didn't have sex either! I
can smell you both all the way from here!"
"Koenigii, just lay off, okay?" I protested "I don't feel like talking about
it..."
"Girl, I heard that you and me, we're both gonna be the gifts for the next bout
of the season which is tomorrow!" she said, exasperatedly. "I wanna know what
it was like so that I can at least prepare myself if he wins."
Her words made me snap and I turned on her like a snake about to strike its
prey - I was so fast so hostile that Koenigii nearly stumbled backwards.
"If he won again, I would be with him," I hissed at her, lowly, "There is no
way in hell Goku is going to even look at you. He's mine and you better get
that through your thick skull!"
Koenigii stood there, stunned into silence at my reaction. I was so furious at
the mere notion of her being with Goku that all reasoning flew out of my head
and all I saw was red. She made me want to smash her head in against the walls
repeatedly until her caved and her brains were splattered.
"Whoa...Chill, girl...," Koenigii said carefully, "You know I was just kidding,
right?"
I glared at her in response and she shifted under my gaze a bit.
"Sorry, Bulla," she tried to say again, "I really didn't mean it like that. I
know that once you're mated it's actually physically impossible for you desire
anyone else. Guess I forgot that you were mated there for a second…"
I was still glaring at her but what she said intrigued me enough to break my
silence.
"What do you mean?"
"A mated couple can only desire their mate once they've bitten each other and
exchanged marks. They won't want anyone else no matter how attractive that
other person was. The desire just isn't there."
"But what if someone tried to rape you?" I asked, tentatively, "Can a person
who is one half of a mated pair survive being taken against their will?"
Koenigii shook her head and a look of sympathy flashed across her face.
"No," she answered. "They'll usually kill themselves if they were raped by
someone other than their mate. Sometimes, if they can't kill themselves, they
will just wither away and die depressed and heartbroken."
This new information confirmed my fears of getting raped by someone else.
Determined to escape this hellish place, I vowed to myself that I would not
become a victim of rape.
Later that night, I asked Zatulla what a pairing match was and she sat down on
my bed to elaborate further on what exactly occurred in the pit when there was
a pairing match. With every detail that she shared with me, I grew more and
more upset. Nothing sounded very optimistic and the only thing that served as
the light at the end of the tunnel was the chance that Goku might fight in this
bout too. I prayed that he was.
***** Chapter 10: Second Bout *****
Chapter Summary
     Author's Note: Yes! Chapter 10 and finally! There will be no smut in
     this one too but as usual this chapter will contain sensitive themes.
     Anyway, I would like to express my appreciation to those who left
     kudos! Thank you so much! You have no idea how incredibly happy I am
     when my email notifications come up and I see that it's kudos coming
     in.
      
     WARNINGS: Language, sensitive themes, blood, gore and violence, etc.
Chapter 10 - Second Bout
The next day was like a bizarre repeat of the day I was given to Goku on the
first bout. I got up, bathed, was dressed and made up like some doll by Zatulla
again and put into a flying, floating-bell-jar-container only this time it was
bigger than the last and Koenigii too was put in the same one.
Koenigii was dressed in a similar outfit as mine. Swaths of soft gauzy-like
material were left trailing down our sides but our torsos were barely covered
in a tiny sequinned bra-let. Her outfit was a soft pastel blue while mine was a
soft pink colour.
She eyed my dressed up state and smirked a little.
"You're lookin' mighty fine, girl," she drawled. "I don't think your mate is
gonna be able to resist you looking like that. You know, despite the fact that
you're perfumed head to toe with all kinds of sweet smells, you still smell
like him."
"I do?" I asked in surprise.
"Yeah, it's faint but it comes from your neck where he bit you."
'Oh, shit,' I thought in alarm. 'If Koenigii can smell it then surely the other
Saiyans can smell it too. Shit! I hope to god no one will notice..."
"Take care, little one," Zatulla said as she waved at us.
The ceiling then cracked open once more and we were lifted up into the sky. We
could see everything as far as the eye could reach, from the colosseum itself
to the lands beyond. Once again, it was jam packed full of free Saiyans all of
them making as much noise as possible. The whole arena was buzzing with the
sound of their roars and cheers. They were clearly more than just a little
excited from the prospect of the upcoming fight. The heat season was still
ongoing and many of them were clearly under the effects of it; glowing scarlet
eyes, sharpened fangs and manic grins.
I trembled a bit at the thought of some other pair that didn't have Goku in it
winning the bout today. I didn't think I'd be able to survive it, being given
to another man. It really frightened me, the idea of what would happen to me or
Goku if a situation like that really became reality.
Koenigii pressed her face to the glass in mild excitement. I could see her dark
eyes lighting up and her tail swished about her in the giddiness that she was
feeling. She was a Saiyan and from a planet that was still almost as violent as
the one we were on now. The only difference was that her people seemed to be
more similar to the Saiyans from our world - blood knights who were always
hungry to do battle but needless killing wasn't particularly enjoyed. These
Saiyans, however, were supremely sadistic creatures who relished at the
suffering and pain they could inflict on others, their love for battle seemed
more to the point that they enjoyed the killing and causing pain above all
else.
"Bulla, look!" Koenigii cried out in her excitement, "They're all in pairs and
there are about ten pairs in total...They've been given weapons too...This is
sure gonna get bloody!"
I watched with a sinking feeling as the guards brought out more weapons and
simply scattered it about the pit. Most of them were already holding one but in
the event that they lost the one they were holding they could always retrieve a
new one on the ground. There were maces, swords, tridents, whips and all sorts
of other sinister looking melee weapons. They were either covered in spikes or
were bladed and sharpened well.
My eyes caught the sight of Goku and I could suddenly feel all my love in my
heart swell out, warming my blood and making me sigh at the sharp little pin
pricks that burst out from my bite mark. Goku must've felt his mark tingle too
because he looked up at me and even though I was about twenty feet up in the
air, it was as if I was right in front of him, staring straight into those
startlingly large charcoal eyes. Our love felt so real then almost like a
tangible thing that I could reach out and touch. We exchange small secret
smiles, our hearts bursting with the love we felt for the other.
I realised a little later that he was chained to Gohan and I didn't know how to
feel about that. On the one hand, he was Goku's son and he was trained by Goku
at some point so they certainly knew each other's fighting style well. On the
other, Goku had told me himself that Gohan knew of his attraction to me and the
scholar was clearly not happy with the idea that his father was lusting after a
girl a year younger than his own granddaughter. If he was truly disgusted with
just Goku's lust for me then how had he reacted to the fact that we are now
mates for surely he would know the truth by now. And even if he wasn't yet
aware of our status as mates then he must still know that Goku and I had slept
with each other...Goku wouldn't lie if he was asked of it and I had a feeling
Gohan would. And he might not even need to ask since it was likely that my bite
mark would emit my scent just like Goku's did on mine.
"Your man is paired up with the guy that smells like a nerd!" Koenigii said,
eyes widening as she took in Gohan's appearance. "Hey, he's pretty cute too.
Looks a lot like your man to me, they even smell the same...Are they related or
something!?"
"He's Goku's son," I muttered lamely.
Koenigii turned to look at me then back to the pit in apprehension.
"Your mate is insanely strong. His son must be too," she stated. It wasn't
really a question but I chose to elaborate anyway.
"Yes, Gohan is strong. He might be even stronger than Goku if he trained as
much...But for the past five years I know he hasn't, at least not as much as he
used to."
Koenigii opened her mouth to reply but it was in that moment that the announcer
began to yell to the crowd.
"Welcome, folks, to second bout!" he exclaimed, eyes alight and smile in place,
"Today we have ourselves a treat! It's none other than a pairing match! You all
should know the drill by now but in case some of you don't then lemme explain
the rules!"
The crowd yelled and howled insults at the announcer. Clearly they felt like
they didn't need to hear any rules. They were itching for more bloodshed and
they just wanted to get the battle to start.
Some of them even began to throw stuff but the Saiyan guards who stood by the
announcer swiftly and deftly kicked or punched the debris away, leaving the
announcer completely unharmed.
"Settle down, Saiyans! You'll get your fucking blood bath soon!" the announcer
snapped. "Anyway, the pairing match works a little something like this - the
gladiators are paired up with each other and chained at the ankles. As a pair,
they are given weapons and they have to fight and kill other pairs in the pit.
If they break free of the chain, they have to forfeit the fight and be killed
immediately. If the only remaining gladiator is one person whereby their
partner is dead, then he is declared the winner of the bout but he will only
receive one gift. The last pair standing wins!"
The crowd grew more and more wild. This time around, they seemed to be even
more easily agitated and irritated, like the heat and the thirst for battle was
so strong that they couldn't contain themselves. During the first bout, they
were indeed pretty rowdy enough as it was but they only ever started fighting
each other when blood was finally drawn in the pit, not before. Koenigii and I
watched in abject horror as the spectators began to tear at each other;
fighting, biting and killing one another.
One Saiyan woman was getting thrashed and raped simultaneously by a group of
Saiyan males and she didn't even seem to hate it. In fact, from the sick
demented smile she had on she was probably thoroughly enjoying herself.
Koenigii shook her head and then turned to look back at the pit, obviously
rather disturbed by that display of sadism.
"Well, that's that, folks! It's time to get readyyyy to ruuuuuumbleeeeeeee!"
And just like that the battle began. Goku and Gohan looked at one another for a
brief moment before Gohan turned coldly from his father and Goku reluctantly
turned the other way. Their bodies automatically hunched, feet spread wide and
I could see Goku going into his signature fighting stance. He was given a
spiked club bigger than his head which he tucked to his side.
Gohan was given a sword.
Some of the other pairs had immediately jumped at each other and were hacking
away at one another in a frenzy. Already the smell of fresh blood wafted about
in the atmosphere, driving the crowd to grow even crazier. The chained pairs
were struggling to coordinate their attacks together while staying chained.
None of them had yet approached Goku or Gohan. Perhaps they were a little
afraid of Goku given how he had been so incredibly violent in the last bout and
that he singlehandedly killed every single being on the pit including the other
gladiators and the animals the size of dinosaurs. They knew just how dangerous
he was and by extension, Gohan, for surely by now they knew that he was Goku's
son.
"Gladiators, fuck Kakarot up, why don't you!?" cried a skinny, mean looking
Saiyan. He was waving his hands at them, sending out what I was sure were rude
gestures.
"Yeah, fuck that sonuvabitch up! Don't be such pussies! You're gladiators,
motherfuckers, you're all gonna die anyway!" another one from the seats yelled.
"Kill 'em all! Kill 'em all!"
The crowd were shouting out orders for the other pairs to attack Goku and Gohan
and I was instantly filled with fear for Goku's wellbeing. Only two nights ago
he'd been beaten to a pulp and despite the fact that he looked fine and that
Saiyans usually healed fast, I still didn't know if he was truly okay.
'Goku, please win this bout...Please stay safe...' I prayed in my heart, hoping
that my prayers were answered.
Koenigii and I stood silent, fixed to our spot, not one of us daring to move as
the other pairs finally began approaching Goku and Gohan. They formed a small
ring around my mate and his offspring but not one pair dared to go further.
Goku and Gohan stayed in their positions, not budging at all and even from this
distance we could see the clear, cold glint in their eyes.
Everything was quiet. Even the crowd grew a bit less crazy than before. The
only movement that could be seen was from this one Namekian gladiator who used
a chain and he was swinging it slowly, prepared to throw it any moment but
waiting patiently for the right one.
Then Goku sprang forth and Gohan was pulled along with him. In a flurry of
kicks that were nearly too fast for the eye to follow, Goku managed to knock
down two pairs without any resistance at all. Gohan, who by now was moving with
Goku instead of against him, began hacking away at the fallen gladiators with
his sword. They tried to defend themselves...Really they did...But it was all
ultimately futile for Gohan's strength was just too much to defeat.
They moved that way for a while; Goku whacking at the gladiators in a series of
lightning fast attacks and Gohan finishing them off with a slash of his sword.
Some of the gladiators died even before Gohan got to them because Goku's
attacks could be so powerful that just one swing of his spiked club was enough
to shatter bones and skull.
A giant of a creature rushed out to Gohan and Goku suddenly, his partner
flailing about helplessly as his massive body ran up to the father and son duo.
He was a huge guy who stood about fifteen feet tall, with huge arms and legs
that looked fat and muscular at the same time, horns protruding at the temples
of his head. Goku and Gohan turned to him, metal club spinning in hand, ready
to swing and Gohan holding his sword in a pose that meant he could strike at
any given time.
Goku jumped up, punching the guy in the jaw instead of using the club. The
punch flew upward as Goku's fist was thrust from below making the creature's
head fling backwards from the impact. As the alien was just about to topple
over, Gohan thrust his sword out and sliced at the man's belly, causing all of
his blood and guts to spill out all over the soil. Gohan too was painted with
splashes of red, his hard icy eyes glaring out from underneath all that
crimson.
The Saiyan viewers screamed, howled and chanted as they watched father and son
destroy anyone who stood against them. Many had even begun to chant Goku's
Saiyan name every time he smashed his club into someone else's head, completely
crushing the skull into smithereens, causing the blood to come spouting out
like a fountain of red and the bits of mushy brain to cling to the sharpened
spikes of his weapon. They also cheered and clapped whenever Gohan sliced at
someone causing the blood to coat the ground and himself. Again, the sight and
smell of blood really seemed to arouse them.
I was growing more and more fearful as I watched every single pair die at their
hands except for one. This one other pair was also showing impressive skill on
the battlefield as they managed to bring down every single other pair that came
across them but up 'til then, they still had yet to face Goku and Gohan. One of
them wielded a chained ball covered in large menacing looking spikes which he
managed to use to great effect, swinging it around and smashing people in the
head much like what Goku was doing with his club. His partner on the other hand
was using a large scythe that had a lower and upper grip similar to the ones
you used to mow down grass. He too could wield his weapon with expertise,
successfully slicing the other pairs swiftly.
Koenigii grasped my hand, her expression very much like a child being given
their favourite treat.
"I know those guys!" she began babbling, "They're from my home planet! We were
placed in the same cubicle when we were traveling to Vegeta II! They said they
were at sea when these Saiyans came to fuck with us! Look closely and you'll
see their tails wrapped around their waist."
As I observed them carefully, I realised that she was right. They had their
brown tails wrapped about their middle neatly and from where we were watching
we couldn't really make it out at first but my now improved eye sight could see
it quite clearly if only I strained a little. I nearly groaned at the luck of
it all. Saiyans fighting Saiyans didn't seem like such a favourable odd
considering they too should be capable of the same strength and battle prowess
as Goku and Gohan. Then again, Goku and Gohan had fought a number of Saiyan
warriors before and all lived to tell the tale.
'Please, please, please,' I prayed again, 'Let Goku and Gohan win. I need to be
with Goku again! I'm just about going out of my mind from being apart from him!
We need to be together again and plan a way to somehow get out of this god
forsaken place. We have to survive this...We have to live.'
Koenigii too began to look hopeful and I assumed she must've been praying for
the Saiyans of her home to win.
'My Goku will win,' I thought fiercely as I watched Goku and Gohan continue to
mercilessly crush their opponents. 'That's what I need to do now... I need to
put all my trust and faith in Goku. He's my mate so I must believe in him!'
I watched the battle with a pair of fresh new eyes, determined to believe in
Goku and his strength. He had to win - he will!
Despite how violent and brutal they were when they fought, a small part of me,
the Saiyan side seemed to look on in pride at how strong my mate was. Granted,
I wasn't exactly fond of how much blood, guts and bits of internal organs were
being shed about in the pit thanks to him but Goku truly was impossibly
magnificent to behold. Him and Gohan really stood out and their strength not
only appealed to me and Koenigii but even to the other Saiyans as well because
by now the crowd was chanting their names. That was how fickle they were; they
could change their minds about a person at just the drop of a hat and suddenly
that person would go from absolute trash to a champion on the pit.
When Goku and Gohan had finally dispatched the last gladiator pair, the other
Saiyan pair on the ring began to circle them. They eyed the Sons cautiously
almost like they were a pair of dogs that were warily sniffing at another pair,
sizing each other up and gauging just how strong the other pair was.
Then one of Sadala's Saiyans leaped forward, the one with the scythe, to swipe
at Gohan's head, a move which Gohan parried without too much difficulty. What
happened next though was that the other Saiyan, the one using the chained mace,
had thrown the spiked metal ball straight at Gohan when he was distracted with
the scythed one. Gohan twisted his body quickly but unfortunately he wasn't
fast enough as the spikes managed to graze his left leg. He looked to be in
pain as he fell to one knee when that happened. Blood seeped out of his shin
and he grimaced.
Goku pulled Gohan back, retreating to a safer distance from the dangerous duo.
He tried to examine Gohan's injury but Gohan wasn't having any of it. From what
I could see so far away, Gohan seemed to have snapped at Goku and turned away
from his father almost as if he didn't want to have anything to do with Goku.
Goku seemed to look a bit upset then but their little father and son spat would
have to wait because the pair from Sadala had chased after them and were
attacking them even before they reached their destination. The one with the
chain and spiked ball was expertly swinging his weapon in a way that caused it
to whiplash at Goku and Gohan, completely destroying the surroundings.
Goku and Gohan moved out of the way; swiftly avoiding the debris and the
murderous ball. Gohan's movements were a little sluggish but whenever he
couldn't move out of the way in time, Goku would be the one to yank him back,
effectively saving him from getting anymore injuries.
For a while, the Sadalans were chasing them all around the arena, the one with
the spiked ball constantly whipped his chain about madly while Goku and Gohan
quickly dodged out of the way just in time.
After a few minutes of being hunted like wild game, Gohan began to grow tired
from the loss of blood. He fell down to his knees and panted heavily, staring
ahead in dread as the Sadalan twirled his massive spiked ball over his head,
ready to fling it over to him. He flung and the ball came whistling through the
air straight at Gohan's face, the crowd watched in hushed fascination and
Koenigii and I waited with bated breaths, praying for our own individual
benefits. Just before the ball connected with Gohan's face though, Goku stepped
in front of him and swung his metal club at the ball with all his might,
swerving his torso at about a hundred and eighty degrees so that he could
really take a good swing at it.
The ball and bat made contact and a loud clanging could be heard, echoing
throughout the coliseum; the sound of metal on metal was somewhat grating to my
ears. From the hit, the ball soared back straight at the scythe wielding Saiyan
so fast no one really saw what happened. Not at first at least because even the
crowd was stunned and neither Koenigii nor I noticed anything peculiar until
suddenly a burst of red appeared. The way the red spread about in violent
torrents, splattering about everywhere, the red pearl drops spreading and
growing almost like a blossom first stretching out its petals until it all fell
away into a pool of scarlet, would forever be engraved in my mind.
It was then when everyone realised that the ball Goku had batted with his club
had flown back straight into the scythed Saiyan, killing him on the spot! No
one saw it coming and everyone was just completely gobsmacked - a pin drop
silence filled the air. Then, without wasting another second, Goku flew
straight toward the other remaining opponent and drove his clenched up fist
right into the man's gut, catching him off guard and making him spit out from
the pain. He was quick to recover though and spun his chain around so he could
whip Goku with the ball on the end. Goku ducked, dragging Gohan a bit into the
foray because of their chained ankles. Gohan looked pained but he tried to keep
up as much as he could.
Goku ducked a second time when the remaining Sadalan flung his chained ball yet
again, only this time, when he straightened up again to his full height, the
Sadalan had managed to wrap his chain around Goku's neck.
Goku's hands immediately flew to the chain and he tried to pull it apart but to
no avail. The Sadalan tugged on the chain by grabbing onto it and then wrapping
himself around it, effectively pulling it tighter and suffocating Goku.
"Looks like Kakarot's done for!" the announcer bellowed from the podium.
"Saiyans vs Saiyans in an epic showdown! Ladies and gentlemen, it looks like
this battle is gonna end soon and not in a pretty way at all!"
It was then that Gohan got up and flung his sword right at Edame, the Saiyan
from Koenigii's home planet. He sidestepped and the sword missed his head by
only a few inches. The crowd groaned and hollered all the more when the sword
missed; some of them disappointed that Gohan's throw hadn't hit while others
were happy to be cheering on Edame.
Edame continued to tug at the chain so hard that he got to pull both Son men
closer to him despite how they both dug their heels in the ground and were
resisting as much as they could.
The next thing that happened again went by like a dream sequence; all too fast
and slow at the same time. Like, you saw it with your own eyes but it felt so
surreal and was so shocking that your mind couldn't even process it at first.
The minute they were close enough, Goku's arm muscles bulged and when he pulled
at the chains round his neck, they broke into pieces, completely shocking all
of us who witnessed it. He roared in triumph, the hand that still had a grasp
on the broken chain that was still held on by a now confused Edame was tugged
at, hard. Edame's frame soared toward Goku from the force and Goku didn't let
it go to waste. His enemy was flying right at him so he planted a closed fist
right into the man's gut. Then he punched, kicked and totally thrashed Edame,
spilling his blood, shattering his ribs probably and just making the man spit
his own blood out. He was just going completely savage on Edame, not sparing
even a bit of sympathy to the now heavily injured Saiyan. He fell to the ground
when Goku delivered a swift uppercut. Goku stopped the beating and stared down
at Edame with that hardened cold gaze. A Saiyan guard had to step in to confirm
that he was indeed dead. Everything happened so fast, like a whirlwind that
came with a vengeance, one that ended violently.
I watched, stunned and a little horrified at how vicious Goku was yet another
part of me was thrilled he was the winner.
Goku stood, covered in sweat, blood and grime, panting as he turned his head to
watch as the crowd suddenly burst into explosive cheers and howls. The whole
place actually truly did erupt with the sound of a collective of voices, all of
whom were now on Goku's side. They couldn't stop chanting Goku's Saiyan name,
"Kakarot! Kakarot! Kakarot!", over and over again, the whole coliseum trembled
from the sound of their thunderous voices. They couldn't get enough of him all
of sudden. He didn't even seem to notice.
Amidst all the thunderous applause and chaos, Goku's dark obsidian eyes found
my sky blue ones and we stared into each other lovingly.
Then before I could even transmit to him a warning of alarm, Gohan stepped
behind him, pulled back the collar of his shirt and punched his father in the
face!
The crowd cheered even more at this unexpected development and I watched in
horror as my mate was punched repeatedly by his own son. Then Goku brought up
his hands to block the hits and began to dodge whatever attack he could.
Despite how vicious Gohan was being toward him, he still seemed hesitant to
fight back.
The Saiyan guard who had stepped in to check Edame's status was the one who had
to break them up and he did so by pressing that button on that little tool they
had. Goku and Gohan both collapsed onto the ground in violent spasms and they
lost consciousness immediately after. I watched my mate suffer in the agony
that the guard put him through and once again my heart felt like it was being
stabbed repeatedly. I love him so much; I couldn't bear to see him in so much
pain.
'Please be alright, Goku…' I thought as tears began trailing down my face.
***** Chapter 11: His First Love *****
Chapter Summary
     Author's Note: Hoooo boy...So much drama in this chapter...I'm
     praying that I did justice to it. It was somewhat of a challenge to
     write but I really enjoyed writing this chapter. I am very pleased to
     be able to finally write some Gohan dialogue.
     As always, I would like to thank my loyal readers for your continuous
     support and love for me and my fic.
     WARNINGS: Language, some light lime, etc.
Chapter 11 - His First Love
Koenigii and I were brought to an entirely different place this time around. We
weren't even taken to the male quarters when they were taking us to the winners
of tonight's bout. Cumber explained that this time, the winners and the gifts
would be brought to an open area, a little enclosure for us to "run around in".
He had made it sound like we were animals in a zoo...As if it wasn't enough
that they were entertained by the gladiators at in the pit but they also wanted
to put us in a contained area where we could fuck each other under their
watchful eyes.
Koenigii and I had made a face at him when he said it but we both kept silent.
After the fight ended, she was completely voiceless but I caught a glimpse of
her face and she looked to be in a grim state. Her mouth set in a straight
line, her eyes stared on ahead, gleaming with unshed tears. She must've been
saddened that Edame and the other Sadalan were dead. They were after all her
people from the same home planet. I knew I wouldn't want to be in her shoes and
I felt a little bad for her that I was glad I wasn't.
When we arrived at the enclosure, we saw that it was basically in the woods.
The place was a forest, with tall gigantic trees towering over us, their trunks
the circumference of a small house. My eyes caught how the shadows flickered in
the darkness of the night sky whenever the wind blew and the leaves rustled. I
could hear the sounds of animals howling, growling lowly and it was like a
switch had been turned on inside me. The blood rushing, coursing through my
veins, my heart beating rapidly to the point where I could feel my palpitation
just under my skin. Running my tongue over my fangs confirmed that they had
grown slightly longer now and sharper too. I couldn't see them but I had a
feeling that my blue eyes were now probably a shade of scarlet. I turned to
Koenigii and I saw all of those symptoms on her right now. Her eyes were
gleaming red and her mouth parted to reveal a pair of pointed canines. She
looked like some part feral creature ready to run out into the forest searching
for a hunt.
"Whoa! Hold up there, little whores," Planten chuckled, "Can't let you run off
into the wild without explaining some important information first."
He gestured to the forest then.
"All of that is your area of playtime. We're gonna leave you here for about
four to five days and you're allowed to go anywhere you wish when you're in
there. Don't even hope of escaping...If you stray too far, you'll know..." he
elaborated, tapping his at his temple in stood beside him, smirking that
obnoxious smug smile of his. My blood boiled at the sight of him like that and
I felt my throat began to vibrate. I suddenly stopped myself when I realised
that I was growling and that hadn't happened before.
Koenigii, too, looked ready to sink her claws in their throats and tear it out.
She wasn't alarmed at the noises she was making and openly growled at Cumber
and Planten. They snickered at her but didn't really do anything about it.
Cumber thrust his hand through our container and grabbed at Koenigii. She
retaliated by scratching his arm, clawing at him as she hissed much like an
angry cat. Cumber yelled in pain but his hand reached out to grab her anyway
and he pulled her out roughly, yanking her out until she couldn't help but cry
out from the pain it caused her.
Cumber still held onto her when he delivered one hell of a backhanded slap. Her
head twisted to one side, nose dripping with blood. Koenigii wasn't afraid
though, instead she glared daggers at him.
"Behave, bitch," he ground out, giving her a good shake.
"Your turn, princess," Planten grinned at me wickedly as he said it, hands
reaching into the glass to make a grab at me. He caught on my wrist and tugged,
pulling me out in one move.
I stumbled a bit when my feet touched the ground.
I turned to glower at Planten myself. I hated being treated so roughly like
that. It was almost like another side of me was coming to life, the Saiyan
side, which was practically screeching at me to simply clock a punch into his
smug face. The Saiyan instincts I had inside me really just wanted nothing
better than to cut lose and bite, punch, kick Planten and Cumber until they
were nothing but a pile of messy red pulp.
"Quit glaring at me, girl," he grunted, the shit eating grin still in place,
"What are you waiting for? Don't you want to run and look for your beloved
Kakarot?"
I shifted my gaze to the trees in front of me and turned back to him
questioningly. He nodded in reply and I sniffed the air then.
My eyes widened at the smell and almost beyond my control my feet started
moving so fast, as fast as I could get them to move, practically tearing my way
into the trees. Running as fast as I could, I completely didn't bother to even
look back at Planten or Cumber or even Koenigii for that matter. One step after
another, I simply ran and ran, tearing through the trees without any hesitation
or fear, my body moving so fast that I almost felt like I was flying. I could
smell my mate and he was there, in the forest, bleeding still. I tried to sense
him through our bond and the excitement I felt pulsing within me grew
exponentially. I couldn't seem to contain that bubbling feeling of anxiousness
that was blooming in my stomach. I knew I was excited over the prospect of
meeting my mate again but at the moment I was incredibly high on the hunt
itself. It was like my Saiyan side was on high alert and going crazy happy at
finding all the clues and then tracing his scent to get to him.
I recognised Gohan's scent in the air too but I tried not to focus on him as
much.
There was the rustling sound of feet on the ground and I turned to find
Koenigii trailing behind me. She looked truly like a half beast half woman
creature. Her eyes glowing eerily, her face completely blank, mouth in a
straight line, the moonlight highlighting her otherwise tan skin. She looked
like she too was like me, ready for a hunt...Itching for it.
We remained silent in our search of the Son men but both were tense, crouched,
eyes bloodshot and our noses doing the searching for us.
I sprang up when I caught a whiff of that familiar smell of the earth, sea salt
and trees. Without wasting a minute, I rushed on, running so fast through the
woods that I didn't even care to alert Koenigii. I had one thing on my mind and
one thing only and that was Goku, my mate.
It was as I was running did I realise how much of a Saiyan I was in that
moment. My senses were on high alert and the fact that I could see better even
in the darkness was no small matter. I had always been the more human one of
our little group of girls - Pan and Vivi and I. Pan was of course the most
Saiyan-like of all given her interest in battle and martial prowess but even
Vivi was stronger and had keener senses than I did. I had always been the one
yelling at them to slow down for me, to tell me what they could see when the
lights went off, to tell me what could they smell, to be the clumsiest.
Now, I was none of those things. I was like some wild jungle cat; fierce,
elegant and swift, determined to find her mate.
So lost was I in my thoughts that when Goku tackled me to the ground I didn't
even see him coming. He had jumped out from the bushes the minute I neared and
pushed me to the soil, immediately burying his face into the crook of my neck
to nuzzle at my mark lovingly. I, too, returned the favour, pushing my face
into his muscled neck and snuggled against the mark I'd given him. It was still
there and it still looked rather fresh but the smell wasn't quite as potent as
before. I blushed as I thought of how that smell was actually my scent...
"Bulla, I missed you so...," he groaned, tongue swiping at my mark gingerly. He
placed his lips then to nip at the tender skin and it was my turn to groan.
"I've missed you too, Goku..."
Our arms were encircled around the other as we tended to our marks but then I
suddenly remembered of how he had been beaten just two nights ago right when we
were pulled away from one another and concern for his wellbeing became my top
priority.
Immediately, my small dainty hands reached out everywhere to touch him. I
stroked his biceps, his deltoids, the ribs and the bunch of muscles there and
then down they went to touch his abdomen and all the sets of muscles there. He
chuckled at my light feathery touches but his own hands busied themselves to
touch my body in return.
"Yes, princess," he smiled down at me, charcoal eyes twinkling with adoration,
"I'm here. I'm alright. You can stop worrying about me now."
I scowled up at him, hands now stroking his back, up his spine then down to his
butt. I squeezed the tight solid flesh there with both hands and he gasped.
"You're my mate, Goku," I said, licking my top lip as I watched his lids
flutter low, "Of course I'll worry about you..."
"Alright then, princess," he conceded, "If worrying over me means you'll put
your hands all over me, then by all means, worry away...In return, you can let
me worry over you too."
His already busy hands started stroking up my sides, the finger tips lightly
brushing agains the underside of my soft breasts. He'd trail those skilled
hands of his up and down, the tips always teasing, always softly - just a
whisper of a touch. I moaned softly and tried to pull him in closer to me but
he merely chuckled at me again and pulled further away, his hands never leaving
me.
Goku's right knee was in between my thighs and his whole frame loomed over me
as we lay there on the ground under the moonlight. He lowered himself to me to
capture my mouth with his in a searing kiss that left me panting, eyes glazed
and my core growing damp. I blushed when he pulled back to stare down at me,
those hard cold eyes in place. He looked like some starved animal ready to
pounce on me and ravish me thoroughly. Like Dracula in his werewolf form, where
he'd seduced and lured poor Lucy out into her gardens that night and raped her.
He had rutted with her like the animal he looked like then. I was Lucy in this
scenario. I was filled with this addictive feeling that my mate found me so
utterly desirable and that made me even more of a wanton.
We were kissing each other furiously, hands grasping at our clothes
frantically, desperate to get the bloody obstacles out of the way. My skin was
practically craving for his touch. I wanted nothing more than to rub my unbound
breasts against his chest, to spread my legs apart so he could better position
himself in between them, to feel him rub against me, to hear his husky voice
whisper wicked things into my ear. A gasp broke past my lips when his kisses
grew deeper, his teeth nipped at my bottom lip and I could taste the copper
flavour of my own blood. I knew from our bond that he'd caught onto my intense
desire to feel more of him against me and he'd reacted accordingly - he was
domineering, fierce and masculine to a fault. The Saiyan male inside him once
again surfacing. His tail came to find mine so he could tangle with it and more
pleasure filled my body.
"G-Gokuuuu," I stammered when he bent to kiss at my collar bone, then to the
swells of my breasts.
Goku stayed silent but his mouth trailed further south and his hands grasped my
sequinned bra-let and pulled it until my breasts sprang free of the
contraption, completely bare and exposed to his wolfish gaze. He left the bra-
let encircled around my stomach and simply watched me pant below him. I felt my
cheeks warm and I knew I was blushing so hard that I was probably very red now.
My arms came up to cover my unbound chest, the Saiyan side suddenly not quite
so prominent and out peeked shy, innocent Bulla. Why did he have to stare at me
so? It made me feel so uncomfortable...
Goku pulled my arms apart, growling softly in protest. His eyes roved over the
heaving soft globes lustily and I squirmed under his gaze.
"Beautiful...," he said softly, his voice was that of in awe.
He leaned in to capture a rosy bud with his lips and I cried out the minute he
made contact. Lips kissed and nipped at my rose tipped breasts, his tongue
laving lazily over the nub causing me to moan continuously.
It was in that moment that we would be discovered - Goku licking the nipple of
my right breast, his body in between my legs and my hands in his wild untamed
spikes, me lying on the earth right beneath his bulky body.
"Dad, what the fuck!?" a strangled cry came out. I knew immediately who it
belonged to and my fear suddenly tripled and I quickly scrambled underneath
Goku but before I could even really do much, I felt Goku being ripped out of my
arms and pulled away from me.
Gohan stood glowering at us in such anger that I felt sure he would have
transformed into a Super Saiyan if there was no limiter implanted in his head.
His big, dark eyes which were so like Goku's were staring furiously at the both
of us. He'd pulled on Goku to the point where the man now stood a few feet away
from me and Gohan was kind of in between us. Underneath the moonlight which we
all were trying our best to avoid looking into, Gohan's fury was radiating off
of him so strongly that even Goku looked slightly unsettled.
I knew this was Gohan at his most angry state because from all the years of
getting to know him as Pan's father, he had always presented an image of a
good, loving, mild mannered man. I have never even heard him swear my entire
life and here he was using the mother of all swear words.
"You disgust me," he snarled harshly at Goku, teeth baring as he grimaced at
his father. "What the fuck is wrong with you, Dad? She's a little girl, for
god's sake! Why would you even touch her like that? You're sick! You're a
pedophile! What you do sickens me!"
And before Goku could say anything in reply, Gohan had grabbed onto his collar
with one hand, the arm shooting out so fast that I couldn't quite see what just
happened. He pulled back his other arm and let it lose, punching Goku straight
in the eye, the hand holding the collar was let go upon impact and Goku
stumbled backwards from the pain and force.
Gohan didn't stop. He let out a roar that was so frightening and tortured at
the same time, scaring me and probably all of the animals in the forest
shitless. I watched in horror as he ran up to Goku and lashed out at him
viciously; punches and kicks raining down on my mate. Goku brought his hands up
to defend himself, blocking and dodging some of Gohan's attacks but he was
being pushed back by the powerful force of Gohan's blows. If I knew my mate,
and I was pretty sure by now I knew him quite well, he wasn't exactly putting
up that much of a fight. And from our bond, I could sense the feeling of deep
remorse and regret seep into his very bones.
I nearly cried at his reaction.
'No, Goku,' I thought fiercely, 'You shouldn't feel guilty. We're mates now.
It's only natural for us to love each other!'
If Goku felt my thoughts, he ignored them because he continued to half
heartedly defend himself.
"I can't believe you, Dad!" Gohan screamed at him, throwing in a hard kick into
his father's ribs. "Mom and Goten just died not even two weeks ago and you're
fucking Vegeta's little girl!? What the fuck is wrong with you!? How dare you
even touch her!? She's a kid, for fuck's sake! She's younger than Pan, you
sonavubitch!"
Goku held his tongue but he winced at the kick Gohan had delivered him. His
hand flew to the injured area but the rest of him was still in a defensive
stance.
"Say something, god dammit!" Gohan roared, tears streaming down his eyes. "Why
the fuck would you do something so sick!? What in the fuck could possibly have
possessed you to fuck Bulla, a girl young enough to be your granddaughter, huh,
Dad!? Tell me!"
His words were cutting into me so deeply that I suddenly was aware that I had
tears streaming down my own face. What he said did make sense and his anger was
completely justified. I, too, was now suffocating in guilt as I thought of the
circumstances and how messed up everything was.
Chi Chi, Goku's wife had just recently died and in the most cruel, inhuman way
ever. So did Goten and my own mom...And here we were, Goku and I, completely
absorbed in our own little world, too focused and in love that we didn't even
think of the consequences of our actions.
But you did think of the consequences, Bulla...
A voice suddenly appeared in my mind.
You did think of it. Even Goku did but you're a mated pair and this was meant
to be. No matter how much you fought against it, your bond was a sured thing.
Just as Gohan was about to punch Goku again, I stood up quickly.
"Gohan stop it!" I screamed my heart out.
Gohan didn't turn to look at me but he did stop in his tracks abruptly. The
hatred in his eyes didn't dim though and he continued to glare angrily at Goku.
"Stop this, Gohan," I tried again, my tone stern although not as loud as
before. "You have to try to understand us...We're mates now...My heart and soul
is bound to him. I don't care if he's old enough to be my grandfather! He isn't
and that's enough for me! It should be enough for you too!"
"Bulla...," Gohan bit out, "Stay out of this! You have no idea what he's done
to you! You're just a kid! You don't know that he's taking advantage of you! Of
the heat season and the full moons! He's sixty years old, Bulla! What the hell
kinda mate is that!?"
Gohan sounded absolutely repulsed by the whole idea that we were together. So
much so that when he said 'sixty', he practically spat the word out as if it
was the bile that had risen up to his throat from his disgust.
He still stood poised and ready to deliver more damage to Goku. Eyes still
trained hard on the man he had once so respected and aspired to be.
My Saiyan instincts were going haywire from trying to get me to defend my mate
but my human side could completely understand where he was coming from. Of
course he would feel this way, it was completely natural to react with so much
anger and emotion. Because I could empathise with him, I knew that what he was
doing, how he was behaving towards Goku wasn't unwarranted at all.
Tears welled up in my eyes and I shook my head to brush them away. My heart was
hurting for Gohan because I knew full well how terribly devastated he must be
from knowing all of this. A girl younger than his daughter was having sex with
his father. A girl who happened to be his own daughter's best friend. A girl
whom both father and son had watched grow up before their very eyes from the
day I was born right up until this point. And his father just didn't seem to
care at all of the fact that he had just lost his mother and baby brother. That
the fate of his daughter was completely unknown and probably his wife too.
Yes, Gohan's absolute disgust and fury was completely justifiable. I could not
deny it at all and perhaps this was why Goku too had held his tongue.
"No, Gohan," I stated, my heart though hurting for him truly could not deny my
overwhelming love for Goku. "I said it before and I'll say it again. Goku and I
are mates now. I don't care if he's sixty or seventy or a hundred years old. I
love him, Gohan! He's my mate, can't you see that!? He's marked me and I've
marked him! Please try to understand!"
Gohan refused to even consider my pleas. He was growling so loudly, his teeth
practically gnashing against each other, his eyes blazing red and the veins in
his neck and forehead popped out from the obvious strain.
"Are you just gonna stand there and let a little girl do all the talking for
you, Dad?" Gohan snidely asked, "So what now? You're not only a sick depraved,
dirty old man who likes fucking little girls but you're also a coward? Can't
even stand up for yourself, huh, Dad? Can't even deny that you're nothing but a
sick, disgusting, dirty old man who couldn't even mourn for his dead wife and
kid but instead chose to fuck a sixteen year old!"
Goku's jaw ticked twice at Gohan's taunts. His own dark eyes glared back in a
deadly gaze that would've sent any other lesser man running for the hills. But
not Gohan...Gohan stood his ground and smirked in return.
"Oh, are you angry now, Dad?" he taunted mockingly, "Did I hit a nerve there?
Don't like hearing about how you're a sick old bastard who likes to fuck little
girls young enough to be your grandkid, huh? Is that what hurts you the most,
Dad? Or is it the part where I said you just don't give a fuck about Mom and
Goten's death?"
Goku glowered at Gohan in an even more menacing way, his reddened glare was so
fierce and full of killing intent, I almost felt like speaking up again so as
to avoid anyone from killing each other. The guilt, fear and remorse was
bubbling up inside my belly that I felt almost sick with the furious rush of
emotions. My whole world was spinning and I felt my knees tremble from under
me.
"So which is it, huh, Dad?" Gohan continued, "Which is the comment that hurts
you the most? Because I'm dying to know the truth! I'm dying to know if you
even care at all that Mom was raped by those fucking assholes who put us here
in the first place! I'm dying to know if you even felt sad at all at the idea
of Mom being gang raped by those...those monsters...and they ripped off her
arms like she was some kinda rag doll and still they raped her...! That they
made Goten and Vivi, your own kids, watch her as they did things to her...Do
you even care, Dad? Do you?"
When Goku still only stared at Gohan in that same awful glare, refusing to
speak up, Gohan snapped and he let out a cry so loud and long that I had to
shut my ears with my hands. The rage that spread out from his body was so
overpowering, so explicit that I shook in absolute fear. My knees gave way and
just as I was falling to the ground, Gohan flew to Goku in lightning speed.
The punch that came was such a strong blow, Goku's body was thrown yards away,
crashing into some trees and causing the barks to shatter, toppling the great
plants to the ground. Gohan chased after his father, not at all pausing for
breath, still shouting out his pure, unadulterated anger at his father.
He stood before Goku and punched and punched and punched. Blow after blow, hit
after hit, right hook, left hook, uppercut, elbow blow, knee blow, every single
attack he could perform, he did it. Gohan didn't hold back, he was going all
out now and Goku was letting him...Goku didn't fight back...
When I saw the blood that stained the ground where they stood, I cried even
harder for my mate. He was so filled with guilt that he didn't want to fight
back...He didn't want to hurt his son who was his first born and his first true
understanding of what pure, unconditional love was...The boy he so dearly
adored with all his heart was hurting so badly then that he wouldn't allow
himself to fight back even though every single particle in his Saiyan blood was
screaming at him to do so. I knew how my mate felt, I knew exactly what he was
thinking and it was all because of this amazing bond that we shared.
It was all the proof that I needed. Our love was real. It was valid and Gohan
would just either have to deal with it or leave us be.
'Goku, please,' my mind whispered to his through the connection we shared,
'Fight back, Goku...If you don't, you'll die...'
Gohan continued to reign more and more incredibly powerful punches and kicks at
Goku. His sharpened teeth were on full display as he shouted to the heavens,
only the whites of his eyes could be seen as he had gone completely berserk.
Still, Goku refused to fight back, only blocking some blows every once in a
while.
"P-Please, Gohan...!" I stammered, my voice a choked whisper. "Please stop
this! Can't you see that you'll kill him if you go on!? Please stop!"
The first born son of the world's saviour ignored me and he only continued to
deliver more deadly and harsh blows to his own father. Goku's face was now a
bloody mess, his nose was crushed, his mouth just spitting out blood, his eyes
were nearly completely eclipsed by the swelling that had developed. I was
certain that some of his teeth had even fallen off from those powerful hits.
Fear for my mate's life overrode my fear of Gohan and I got up on trembling
legs that now felt like jelly and half limped, half hopped to where Gohan and
Goku were.
"Gohan, stop!" I screamed, desperately, "Please, stop! That's enough! You're
killing him!"
My eyes couldn't even see straight anymore as tears kept pouring out of them.
The heart in my chest cavity was beating ever so loudly that my superior
hearing could hear it so clearly almost as if it was ringing in my ears. No one
could even imagine how immensely scared I was for my Goku's life.
It was then that Koenigii stepped out of the shadows and came to my aid. I
remember thinking what an angel she was, beautiful and fierce, ready to do
battle on my behalf. She was the answer to my prayers.
"Get off of him!" she snapped, hooking her arm into Gohan's, she pulled him
back with such immense force that he moved a significant distance away from my
severely injured mate, his feet kicking off from the ground. Koenigii managed
to slam his chest down until he fell on his back.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she hissed, "He's your father and
that girl over there is his mate! Do you even understand what that means,
fool!?"
Gohan's eyes snapped to her and he roared into her face. Pushing himself up
from the ground, he stood to face her with that same fury. He didn't waste any
time in punching her in the face as well.
One hard hit and Koenigii's head whiplashed the other way, her bottom lip was
cut from the impact and blood spewed out of the wound.
But instead of getting angry, her dark eyes seemed to gleam at him instead.
Gohan stepped back a bit, perturbed by her reaction.
"Stay out of this, you Saiyan bitch!" Gohan barked, "This has nothing to do
with you!"
Koenigii's eyes narrowed from the word he used to call her. She crouched low,
brought a fisted hand up over her head while the other was stretched out before
her. Both fists were pointing at Gohan and I supposed this was her fighting
stance as well as her challenge to Gohan. Her tail was wrapped around her
securely and she merely quirked an eyebrow at him.
"Call me a bitch again, I dare you...," she drawled, almost nonchalantly,
"...bitch."
Gohan stared at her, his face still cemented with that scowl but he seemed to
have hesitated in attacking her. His own dark orbs flitted over the cut lip and
the blood that trailed down to her jaw, dripping down to the floor of the
forest.
"Whatsamatter?" Koenigii asked, smirking as she did, "Feel bad that you hit me
in the face? Why? Cause I'm a girl? Don't be. You punch like a little bitch,
bitch."
That was all he needed to hear to be pushed into a fight as Gohan charged at
her, completely ignoring the semi conscious Goku that was lying down bleeding
on the ground a few feet away from him.
My heart fluttered in my chest as I ran to my mate to check up on him.
It wasn't until I had reached Goku's side and cradled his head in my arms did I
turn to look at the assuming battle in front of us.
Koenigii had managed to hook her legs round Gohan's head, hitting him in the
face repeatedly with her fists and elbows. Gohan growled back at her, trying
his best to block her hits to him. He bowed his back, twisting her along with
him as he slammed her into the ground, with him on top of her. The move caused
her to gasp and momentarily slacken her hold on him which Gohan took full
advantage of. He pushed himself up, bringing his knee up so that he could
thrust it against her stomach. Koenigii coughed out from the blow, her eyes
bugging out but she recovered quickly.
The Saiyan woman squirmed under him and pushed her hips up, bucking against
his, effectively lifting his bulk up off of her. She then twisted her body to
the side and slashed at his forehead with her pointed elbow. Droplets of
crimson sprayed out from the hit and Gohan cried out in pain.
"Gah! My eyes!" he yelled, stumbling off of her.
Koenigii didn't wait. She got up and kicked him hard in the ribs. Gohan groaned
in response.
She bent down to grab the collar of his shirt and lifted him clean up off the
ground, his feet merely grazing the grass below them.
"You gonna stop, bitch, or do I have to make you!?" she hollered into his face.
Gohan grabbed her wrist and twisted it making her scream in pain. She dropped
him instantly and she pulled back from him to give herself some space between
them. Gohan too, retreated, eyes never leaving hers.
They both glared at each other as they panted heavily.
"Stay out of this, woman!" Gohan ordered, "This has nothing to do with you so
just leave us the fuck alone!"
"Like hell I will!" Koenigii retorted, "Bulla and I are friends now. She's one
half of a mated pair with that man you call a father! If you kill him, you'll
kill her too. A mated pair can't live without the other, you fucking idiot!
Every Saiyan knows that!"
Gohan stood glaring at her heatedly, still panting heavily. The sweat trickling
down his face making the blood that trailed down from his forehead spread even
more across his face. He stayed quiet though and didn't say anything back to
Koenigii.
I sat there, cradling my mate to my bosom as I watched these two in their
glaring contest. I had to admit that Koenigii's words really warmed my heart
and I instantly began rooting for her. Of course I didn't want anything bad to
happen to Gohan but if she could somehow talk some sense into him, make him see
things differently then it would help.
"Look here, Saiyan woman," Gohan began threateningly. "This girl is younger
than my own daughter. She is sixteen years old! Sixteen! And my father, over
there, whom you claim to be her mate is sixty years old! Sixty! How is it
possible for them to be mated?! They can't be! It's disgusting how far apart in
age they are!"
"Oh, yes, they can!" Koenigii argued, heatedly. "Mated pairs may be a rare
occurrence back in my home planet, Sadala, but I have seen with my own two eyes
a mated pair with an even bigger age gap! My great grandfather and grandmother
had about fifty years age difference. She was eighty years old when she met my
great grandfather who was only thirty at that point...Mating is an absolutely
natural part of a Saiyan's life. Most of us won't but we know not to stand in
the way of those who are mates."
Gohan fumed at her words, not at all ready to accept it.
"I don't believe you! How can a sixty year old man even think about having sex
with a sixteen year old kid? It's disgusting! It's wrong! It makes me sick!"
Koenigii's eyebrows narrowed even more and she returned his glare.
"So it makes you sick, so what?" she snapped, "Do you know that to deny your
Saiyan instincts to mate bond with another is fatal if you do so for a
prolonged period of time? Do you know that the fact that they even resisted at
first was a feat in and of itself? There were three full moons out on that
night. Don't even try to say you wouldn't have tried to put your hands on her
yourself had you been the winner of that bout and she was your prize!"
My head snapped up to look at Gohan and he seemed to turn slightly pink in the
face from her comment. Then a memory of mine surfaced and I remembered Goku
telling me that Gohan too had been affected by my scent himself just not as
badly as Goku was because we had imprinted on each other.
"Y-You...You wanted me too, Gohan," I stuttered slightly, "Goku said that those
nights that led up to the first bout, both of you were affected by my
pheromones! You wanted me too! Don't be such a hypocrite, Gohan and just admit
it!"
Gohan's face suddenly took on an expression of such regret and shame that I
kind of pitied the man. His eyes looked to the ground and a light flush
coloured his cheeks.
"I would never have acted on those feelings, Bulla!" Gohan protested, harshly.
"It was beyond my control to react that way since it is the Saiyan heat cycle
that's going on right now. I am part Saiyan too so I can't help my reaction
towards your smell!"
"And yet you condemn them for acting on their Saiyan instincts to mate and mark
each other?" Koenigii admonished, "You couldn't help feeling horny for her
either yet you stand there all high and mighty judging your father for
naturally desiring his own mate? Tsk, shame on you, little boy! Bulla is right!
You are a hypocrite!"
Gohan turned to her, growled and pulled his mouth back to bare her his fangs.
He was absolutely pissed at her words and he looked almost ready to attack her
again but he didn't.
"I may have been affected by her scent but like I said, I would never have
acted upon it! I'm a responsible adult! I'm not some depraved pedophile who
would have taken advantage of the situation and fuck her! I am not willing to
lower myself to the level of an animal like him!"
He jabbed his finger towards me but I knew he was pointing at Goku who was
laying in my arms. I glowered at him, furious to hear him throwing insults at
my mate, the Saiyan inside me spurred me on for a fight with Gohan.
"Don't talk about Goku like that!" I cried out, angrily. My tears spilled on
Goku's face and he let out a small moan.
"Well, he is an ani-!"
"So are you!"
Koenigii had cut him off swiftly, her hardened gaze fixed on him as she said
it.
"I don't care if you're a half Saiyan, boy!" she continued, "You're a Saiyan so
that means you're an animal too. You have a tail for god's sake! If you look up
into the full moons right now, you'd turn into a beast! No matter what you
claim to be, you are a Saiyan and to deny your instincts is as detrimental as
if you denied consuming food. Slowly but surely you will die...A Saiyan's
instincts is not to be trifled with! It's not a switch you can turn on and
off."
Gohan remained silent at this but I knew he was far from convinced.
"For your information, a sixteen year old Saiyan is considered an adult by
normal Saiyan standards and culture," Koenigii explained, "The minute we hit
puberty is when we are already an adult in the eyes of everyone around us.
We're old enough to kill, fuck and hunt by ourselves with no adult supervision
and no need for their permission. Many sixteen year olds where I'm from have
conceived, carried and delivered babies. It is perfectly natural. It's your
stupid human ideologies that are barring you from having an open mind instead
of a narrow one!"
When Gohan still chose to keep quiet, Koenigii went on to present her
arguments.
"I'm sure your idiotic human notions made you feel guilty about lusting after
Bulla, whom you consider to be a kid. So you felt guilty...but could you stop
lusting after her?" Koenigii challenged, "Could you stop your rising arousal
then? Even now as we stand here, ready to fight each other to the death, I can
smell your lust for me. Can you lie to me and tell me otherwise? Tell me what
you're thinking right now is not somewhere between tearing me the fuck up or
just simply to fuck me bloody. I dare you."
Gohan stood still for a bit before he finally sighed and took a deep breath.
"I...I'm not an animal...," Gohan said slowly, "I have a wife...Or at least, I
had one still when these bastards came and took us away...I will not stoop so
low as to fuck some woman I don't even know just because I'm currently horny
right now."
Koenigii smirked at him.
"Okay, but can you tell your Saiyan instincts to stop being horny? Can you stop
it from happening?"
"No, I can't!" Gohan admittedly reluctantly, "But I can still control myself!
If I can still stop myself from fucking you then surely Dad can stop himself
from fucking Bulla right!?"
Koenigii shook her head at him, rolling her eyes at how ignorant he was being.
She was growing really impatient with him just like how impatient she was when
I was first ranting about how I didn't want to mate with Goku. To a full
blooded Saiyan woman, born and raised in a Saiyan culture, something so
perfectly natural and acceptable to them was beginning to become exhausting to
explain to people like us who were so adamantly against accepting it.
"What you and I feel for each other is completely different from what Bulla and
him feel!" Koenigii exclaimed. "For them, their instincts to mate with one
another is completely impossible to reject. The fact that they even tried to at
first was a feat that's incredibly impressive. Their imprint on each other
serve as that undeniable pull, much like a pair of magnets. You can try to
resist and pull away from each other but it is all an absolute waste of time. A
mated pair is meant to be and the sooner you accept this, the better."
Gohan continued to stare icily at her for a moment.
"Do you honestly want your father to die?" Koenigii asked softly, "Because he
will, you know. You can beat him to the death now or you can ask him to deny
himself his mate...Either way, he will die."
Gohan sighed and ran a hand through his spiked hair. He looked torn, half angry
and the other half regretful. I knew he was finally beginning to lose that
explosive temper of his and was so filled with relief that I exhaled a breath
I'd been keeping for too long.
Gohan took a few steps towards us and again my heart was brought back up to a
manic thumping. My arms grasped on Goku tighter, pulling him closer to me.
Tears fell off my face and onto his as I began to grow afraid for his life
again, scared to death of the approaching Gohan.
"Hey!" Koenigii cried out but Gohan lifted up a hand to her in a gesture that
meant to say that he didn't mean any harm.
Gohan stood directly before us, his onyx eyes, so like his father's, glued to
me and Goku who was cradled to me. Those eyes held so much pain as he studied
what he'd done to his father and then he turned them on me.
"It's true then? You're his mate?" he asked slowly.
I nodded and brought up a hand to pull my hair away from the left side of my
neck to expose the mark Goku had left for me. Gohan looked at it for a good
minute before he turned to look at his father. My other hand stroked at Goku's
high collar to pull it down so that his own mark, the mark that I gave him, was
visible to Gohan.
Gohan gritted his teeth and turned swiftly, walking away from us in disgust.
"G-Gohan...," Goku's voice croaked out from his throat. "Gohan...P-
Please...know that... I...did love...your mother...I still keep her...in my
thoughts...And Goten too... I promise... I will avenge their deaths...one
day..."
Gohan stilled, his back still towards us.
"Is there anything else you have to say?" he asked coldly without even turning
around.
"Y-Yeah...," Goku croaked out, "I...I'm sorry, Gohan, for...hurting you like
this... I'm not sorry I'm mated to Bulla but I am...so sorry that you're
hurting because of me..."
Gohan clenched his teeth, hissed and walked away with wide strides. He didn't
look back and he didn't say anything but as he moved I could see the moonlight
catch the side of his face and I saw the man crying. Quietly and without sound
but it was there, those tears that trailed down his cheeks.
He walked over to Koenigii and grasped at her hand, pulling her along with him
wordlessly. I was surprised to see that she allowed him to, her eyes stared at
me for a bit before a slow soft smile appeared on her face as she went along
with Gohan. From the pheromones and excitement that I could smell from them I
knew they were probably going to continue fighting...That, or they would just
sleep together. It was bound to happen even if they hadn't imprinted on each
other, their mutual attraction was obvious to anyone who saw them interact.
Gohan and Koenigii disappeared into the night, holding hands as the darkness
consumed their figures.
Goku and I could here the sounds of their harsh heated cries in the heat of
their sparring before eventually it turned into the sounds of moaning and
groaning and the heavy panting of sex. The whole forest now reeked of their
scents mixed together and it clearly affected us. But my mate was heavily
injured and as I stroked his hair lovingly and kissed his forehead, cheeks and
mouth, my heart tugged at the sight of him, the lust I felt for him dimming a
bit.
Goku was crying...Silently, without so much of a whisper but it was undeniable.
The tears poured out of his now very swollen and very bruised eyes. He was
truly a sad image to behold and I couldn't help but cry along with him.
If only Gohan could see him now...How so alike they were in their heartbreak.
***** Chapter 12: Starved *****
Chapter Summary
     Author's Notes: Wow, I think this was the longest I've taken to write
     a chapter on this fic. I have to say this was another challenging one
     to write but I hope I did justice to it.
      
     WARNINGS: Language, some hardcore smut for all you adults (kids,
     seriously, don't read this chapter) and whatever other aspects that
     may offend your sensitivities...You have been warned.
Chapter 12 - Starved
Shivering slightly from the cold air, I was vaguely aware that I had fallen
asleep curled up next to Goku last night but now the comforting warmth he
provided was clearly no longer there as I searched for that warm solid wall of
muscles that was Son Goku all around me. My still half asleep brain also
recalled that I had on only another stupid sequinned bikini and thong on so I
was almost completely bare to the cold crisp morning air which made me groan at
the absence of my mate in our makeshift little nest.
I began to stir at the sounds of heavy breathing and panting. My fuzzy brain
was still under the influence of sleep but I knew it was probably time to get
up. When I finally managed to open my blurry eyes slightly, I caught sight of a
shirtless Goku on the ground doing push ups.
I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes as I continued to stare at my half naked mate
exercising on the ground. He had his brown furred tail securely wrapped about
his narrow waist as he went about his regime. The sunlight that peeked through
the trees merely highlighted his beautifully muscled back and arms, the sweat
making his skin glitter in some areas. He was counting softly to himself,
panting slightly as he did so, completely oblivious to my roaming eyes. And oh
boy, how they roamed over his perfect form. The lightly tanned skin looked
absolutely mouthwatering, stretched over perfectly carved muscles like that.
Those impressive arms looked even more powerful as he continued with his push
ups, pearls of sweat dripping down the ridges of his deltoids, triceps and
biceps, the corded muscles coiled attractively. The broad shoulders strained
under his own weight but he looked completely unaffected, counting along like
normal as he went on. He was every bit the Saiyan warrior because despite his
obvious masculine beauty, the vicious scars that marred his visage was riddled
all over his torso, a testament to his warrior status. My eyes grew fixated on
one particularly large scar that stretched over his clavicle and almost reached
his throat. Unconsciously, I felt my breath grew heavy and my tongue darted out
to lick my top lip.
There was a nagging sort of feeling that wriggled its way into me as I sat and
watched my overtly sexy mate do push ups in nothing but a pair of low riding
pants. I couldn't really figure what it was though as I continued to mentally
wonder what he would do if I slipped under him casually as he was pumping like
that. I shut my eyes for a brief moment when that nagging feeling returned and
suddenly it hit me. I had forgotten it because Goku's body had completely
distracted me but my biggest concern surfaced - after the heavy beating he took
from Gohan last night, was he even well enough to start exercising like that?
The concern I felt for him suddenly tripled and I quickly got up to walk over
to him.
Those dark eyes lifted up at me as I approached him and he smiled brightly,
looking for all the world like the happiest little boy. I swear I didn't want
to, but goodness, when he smiled at me like that it made my stomach feel like
it was filled with wriggling worms and caused my knees to shake. He was just
that adorable and charming and sweet all at once; I never ceased to stop
melting over him. It was odd…To think that before we mate bonded I never really
thought of him in that way…But now he was on my mind constantly and when he's
smiling up at me in that cute way I always feel as though my head was high up
in the clouds.
"Good morning, Bulla!" he chirped, cheerfully. He didn't stop lowering his
torso to the ground and lifting himself back up again with those strong
powerful arms of his. I kind of had to mentally smack myself just so I could
recall again on why I was so worried about him exercising so soon.
"Good morning…," I said, staring critically at his perfectly chiselled form.
"Help yourself to some breakfast," he said, still smiling up at me. "I caught a
fish earlier this morning and cooked it before you got up. You should eat it
before it gets cold."
I didn't budge from my stance despite the fact that the smell of the smoked
fish made my stomach grumble in hunger. Goku heard it and he laughed lightly,
that gorgeous smile and sunny disposition lighting up even more. In response,
my stomach did that weird syrupy thing it does whenever I hear him laugh, my
breath hitched a bit and I almost had to slap my face with both hands to snap
me out from my trance. Really, the man was a walking hazard to me…I simply
couldn't resist his impossibly boyish charm.
"Are you sure you should even be doing that?" I asked in worried tones, "You
just got beaten up to a pulp last night, Goku. I'm pretty sure Gohan even
cracked some of your ribs when he thrashed you yesterday…"
Goku's grin remained as he continued to do his push ups. I could tell he was
still a little sad about the events that took place last night but he was
trying to brush it all aside, putting up a carefree front instead.
"Nah," he muttered, shaking his head slowly at me, "I'm all better now, I
promise! Just look at me, I don't look too bad, right? Really, Bulla, I feel
great right now! And you know I gotta stay in shape if I'm gonna have to fight
every bout to win you…"
I flushed at his reasoning. My Goku was working so hard just to win me…It made
my heart flutter and my stomach do those weird flippy things all over again.
"Goku…I think that's enough," I said, gently, crouching down so I was nearer to
his eye level. "I know you think you feel fine but your body needs rest too.
You shouldn't push yourself too much especially after taking so much damage.
You could do more harm than good, you know?"
"But I honestly do feel fine!" he insisted, putting one hand behind his back so
that now he only did push ups with just one arm. "See? If I wasn't well, would
I be able to do this?"
He stuck his tongue out and crossed his eyes, the hand that was on his back
flew to his face where he wriggled the fingers. I couldn't help but laugh at
how silly he was being. I loved it when Goku was being a goofball like this…It
was one of the main reasons I used to like Goten for. Goten, who was my
brother's best friend, would always hang out at our house and he was always
making these ridiculous jokes that would make me nearly bust a gut laughing. I
see now where that sense of humour came from…
"Or this?" he asked, this time he leapt up to his feet and did several backhand
flips that would have made any gymnast proud.
When he landed in front of me he made another silly face again before abruptly
grimacing at me, making a face that was supposed to be hideous but really it
just made him all the more endearing. He put his hands up in a claw-like motion
and started roaring at me.
"Watch out, it's the great monkey king, Son Goku!" he yelled, rushing at me as
he continued to wave his hands, running up to me as if he were chasing me.
I squealed and ran from him, running as fast as my legs could carry me but I
was clearly outclassed by Goku. He was way stronger and faster than I was and
he caught me easily enough. Those strong arms roped with muscles came to encase
me from behind, effectively binding me to him. My back was against his chest
and I screamed in delight when he bent to rub his cheek against mine. He'd
grown a bit of stubble there and so the feel of his rough skin rubbing all over
my smooth one was a little unpleasant but it only made me laugh because he was
being so playful.
"Gokuuuu, stop!" I gasped, giggling as he began to pepper kisses all over my
neck, his arms still holding onto me from behind. I tried to break free of his
hold because he was nibbling at my skin in a way that tickled me and it made me
laugh nonstop.
"But I don't want to," he whined, peppering more kisses on the right side of my
nape. Then slowly he trailed those lips to the back of my neck, and slowly
still to my left. He kissed me softly at a spot right below my ear and then he
moved those lips, sensually, lazily a centimetre away from the mark he had
given me. My breath caught and I suddenly stilled in his arms, my knees once
again turned to jelly and my mind clouded with desire for him.
"Oh, Goku…," I mumbled, my eye lids suddenly grew heavier.
"Yes, my Bulla?" he murmured back to me, lips whispering over my neck as he
said it. He was still careful to avoid the mark though and I was itching for
him to.
"Goku, please…," I pleaded, my hands went to hold onto his which were wrapped
firmly on my stomach. I made my fingers stroke the rougher skin there, over his
knuckles and then I laced my fingers through with his.
"Yes, princess?" he went on to kiss me, nuzzling the tip of his nose against my
skin, "What is it you want? Tell me and I'll do the best that I can to make it
happen."
"P-Please...N-Not here...Gohan and...Koenigii are...nearby..."
"Don't worry about them," Goku said, huskily, "They moved camp further away
some time in the night. They won't hear us if we try to keep it down."
Goku's hands reached out to touch my face, uncurling from my hands and my
stomach. Those calloused hands of his turned my face to look at his gently. He
was so much taller than me and that made him lean in just to look into my eyes.
The differences in our physiques made me feel so delicate and feminine around
him; knowing that he was so much older, so much stronger, and bigger and taller
than I was.
I blushed when he stared at me for what seemed like the longest time. Blinking
rapidly, I struggled to find something else to look at because he was making me
feel all shy and uncomfortable again. He's so handsome and wonderful and he has
such a profound effect on me that I sometimes find it hard to stare into those
eyes when he is gazing into mine so intensely.
"Bulla, look at me," he coaxed, sweetly.
I found myself breathless as finally my eyes drifted back to his.
"You're so beautiful, princess...," he whispered, his tone in complete awe.
"I'm sorry I don't know any fancy words...But honestly, I think you're the most
beautiful thing I have ever laid eyes on...And if I could look at you forever,
I think I'd die a happy man..."
"Goku...," I whispered back, eyes widening at his confession. He may claim not
to know how to be romantic but his straightforward and honest words were far
more impactful to me. I never cared for pretty words anyway if they were just
going to be cryptic and insincere.
But Goku was none of those things when he spoke. When Goku says anything, you
can bet there's no hidden message behind it and our bond makes me know, without
a single shred of doubt, what his true feelings are.
After a brief moment of just staring into each other's faces, Goku's lips
suddenly crashed into mine, kissing me fiercely. Those shapely lips nipped and
tugged at mine until my mouth fell open to give him the access he so desired.
Goku didn't waste any time to thoroughly kiss me. His tongue invaded my mouth,
working its way in to stroke mine. I whimpered at his assault on me and felt my
whole body warm at his kiss. The touch of that velvety, smooth hot appendage
all over my mouth was so addictive to me that I moaned into the kiss even more.
Both our tongues twined around each other, duelling for dominance as our lips
moved for better access. My mind whirled at the taste of him - he had this warm
heady flavour that hinted at the amount of meat he so liked to eat. It was
addictive just like the rest of him. As we continued to kiss each other
breathless, Goku's hands moved from my face to trail down to my breasts. I
gasped into our kiss as his fingers squeezed repeatedly over each mound.
From my reaction, Goku growled lowly, pulling me closer so that my whole back
was pressing against his chest and stomach. My heart skipped a beat when I felt
a probing hard log of flesh rubbing against the small of my back. I blushed
even harder when I realised what it was.
The hands on my breasts squeezed even harder, the knuckles that curled against
my soft skin would pinch the rosy buds of my bosom every time he squeezed, the
bra-let I had on merely served as an annoyance to my pleasure. My knees felt
like jelly again as Goku mercilessly fondled me while simultaneously kissing me
so throughly.
"Nnn," I moaned, squirming in his hands.
Goku merely growled in response; rubbing more of his length against me. He
rubbed himself all over my back and even parts my bottom. One coarse skinned
hand flew to my hip and he grasped me firmly there, pulling me closer so that I
could feel more of him. The other hand went on stroking, squeezing, fondling my
breast. I was longing to have him just take me on the leaf covered ground that
I began to mewl desperately at him, my hands moving to caress whatever part I
could of him.
He let go of me reluctantly but his hands made to manoeuvre my body so that it
faced his. We continued kissing but this time I could finally touch more of him
and when he closed the gap between us I could now feel his hardened length
throbbing against my stomach.
When he lifted me up so that my legs could wrap around his waist, he did so
without so much of a warning, catching me by surprise but I found myself
absolutely giddy from the feel of him trapped around my slender legs. We
resumed kissing each other, completely consumed by the other, arms wrapped
around his neck and his hands coming up to cup the back of my head while the
other cupped at my bottom to hold me in place.
So utterly lost was I in his kisses that again I found myself in total wonder
at the feel of the hard bark of a tree against my back. Goku had lowered us to
the ground but he was careful to lean me against a tree so that I wasn't
completely down on my back. Our tails finally unwrapped themselves from our
waist and they went about to stroke at each other tentatively before suddenly
entwining with each other in a furious speed.
We both moaned at the spike in pleasure that we felt from just our tails
curling around one another. Goku pulled back from our kiss, his eyes traveled
down to my legs, his hands moving in to take hold of the tops of my thighs. He
spread them open, hands trailed to my knees, curving under only to now spread
out over the backs of my thighs. He pushed my legs apart even further before
hooking my knees with his arms, pushing his body forward and over me as his
palms flattened out over the hard bark. I stared up at him in wonderment as his
broad, heavily muscled body loomed over me, those dark menacing eyes boring
into mine as he made his move. Slowly, he began thrusting his hips to me,
making sure I could feel his still cloth covered manhood against my most
intimate part. The gasp that escaped my mouth was beyond my control and I
trembled beneath him as he continued to hump against me.
"G-G-Gokuuuu!" I whined lowly, I felt myself grow wetter as he mercilessly
continued to dry hump me.
"Sshhh...," Goku shushed, smirking down at me, "It's okay, princess... I know
how much you want me...But today I really really wanna spread my mark all over
you in a different way than the bite..."
"Wha-?" I cried out in confusion when he suddenly increased his pace.
"Sshhh, it's alright, Bulla...I've got you...Just take it, baby...I promise
it'll be good if you just take it..."
I groaned at him, rolling my eyes back in pleasure as he continued to stroke
his covered length against my now extremely soaked panties. He pumped his hips
a few more times rapidly before pulling away quickly to shirk off his pants.
The waistband of those dark low riding pants were merely left around the middle
of his muscular thighs because he was in such a rush to just simply free his
cock. Everything happened so fast, and my lust filled head couldn't quite take
in how Goku was grunting loudly as he pumped his large pulsating cock with his
hand before me. Before I could really comprehend what was happening I gasped
aloud at the feel of hot, thick ropes of cum spraying out all over my still
clad femininity.
Goku was groaning as he continued to stroke himself over me. My eyes drank in
the sight of the turgid bulbous head of his cock, zooming in specifically on
that tiny slit that was still dribbling with milky white semen. He grunted
again, eyes squeezing shut, torso shaking as more and more of his cloudy hot
essence shot out of him, this time the force in which it came out of him was so
strong that it not only covered my stomach and panties but some of it even
reached my face. I was stunned to feel some of that hot stickiness flick onto
my cheek and a droplet landed on the tip of my nose.
Oh god! His scent! I couldn't help but squirm beneath him as that delicious
smell invaded my senses. Immediately my hunger to taste him outgrew my
gratification at seeing him spray himself all over me. Suddenly all I could see
in my mind's eye was his cock right in front of me, in my mouth as I sucked and
drank in his delicious taste.
Goku was panting slightly then, a little exhausted from coming so powerfully.
The gears in my head whirled and I quickly snuck away from him, sitting up
briefly before I leaned in to place my hands on his thighs. I smiled at him, a
sweet angelic little smile, before swooping down to swallow as much of his cock
in my mouth, fulfilling my fantasy.
"Ughhh!" Goku garbled something I couldn't even be bothered to hear. My whole
mind and body was just too absorbed in sucking cock.
I tried to put all of him in my mouth but it was impossible to do so because he
was just too impossibly big. I groaned in slight disappointment but tried to
compensate by furiously sucking on his member. Bobbing my head up and down so I
could further stimulate him, I drank in whatever cum that leaked out of him
now. My hands went to stroke the heavy testicles and Goku hissed in ecstasy at
my touch, his own hands came to hold onto my head.
"B-Bulla!" he cried out, eyes still shut tight. "Stop!"
I ignored him and continued to suck on his cock hard. The fingers in my hair
fisted and he tugged lightly as if in warning that I should pull away now as he
neared his release. But I didn't want to stop sucking him. I wanted to have him
shoot all that delicious hot cum in my mouth so I could drink it all.
"Stop that!"
Again, I refused to and this time he snapped. Goku grunted at me, wrapping my
thick hair in his hands, he pulled, yanking my head and successfully freeing
his saliva coated cock from my mouth. I was so upset that I grabbed at his
waist and tried to swallow him again, pulling myself to him, only to find
myself an inch too far away from my goal. He hissed sharply at me, tugging my
hair again without much gentility so that I could now stare up at him. I glared
and hissed back, angry at him for taking away what would have given me intense
sexual satisfaction. Goku's eyes darkened even more, narrowing at me for
showing such open defiance but I didn't care. I was denied what I truly desired
at the moment and he was the one responsible for that.
Goku snarled down at me menacingly. He curled his lips back and proudly
displayed the fangs of his teeth. When he showed such open dominance over me, I
couldn't help but feel a small trickle of fear course through me. I knew from
our past sexual encounters that my fear only served to hike up his arousal even
more and that would then reflect back on me, turning me into a wanton who found
sex absolutely thrilling when I was a little afraid of him.
Despite my increase in desire for him, my Saiyan side also refused to be cowed
so easily. I tried to make him let go of my hair but Goku wasn't having any of
that. He yanked me back by my hair with one strong pull and I was suddenly on
my back again. Quick as lightning, he had managed to position his cock right in
front of my face. The other hand that freed itself from my hair came down to
grab onto his hardened member, lifting up the hard heavy length a bit so that
it was directly aimed at my face. From just one stroke, I watched in utter
fascination and heightened sexual tension as Goku came undone right before my
very eyes. Long, thin, hot strands of thick and sticky white cum shot out of
him and landed on my face. I had to quickly blink my left eye at one point
because one milky strand had fallen there. And Goku wouldn't stop grunting and
growling as he continued to shoot out his essence right on my face. Some
droplets found themselves on my bangs, others on my cheek and the other strands
decorated the bridge of my nose, the tip, my lips and even cheeks. That
absolutely divine scent and taste was everywhere on me now and I didn't
hesitate to swipe my tongue out to reach whatever of him that I could, licking
at his still warm cum, filling my mouth with it and just savouring the taste
before I swallowed.
He let go of his grasp on my hair gently and I rested my head fully on the
ground then. My eyes went out to search his but he looked at me in a haze of
lust, eye lids heavy and his breathing uneven.
"You're mine, Bulla!" I heard him choke out hoarsely, "And I'm not gonna stop
until I have you drowning in my scent."
He was panting slightly as he said this but within a couple of minutes that
dark edge in his eyes was back again and as I lay there watching him, my
excitement escalated once more. Goku's cock was growing bigger and harder
again, coming back up from before it even managed to go completely soft.
He grinned down at me in that infuriatingly seductive way, winking at me as I
scowled up at him. I sat up immediately as he made his next move, drinking in
the sight of him all the while he did so.
Goku got up, kicked off his pants and bent down to me who was still sitting on
the ground watching his every move. I wondered curiously about what he was
about to do because he had crouched lower still, avoiding my gaze to look below
my collarbone. I blushed brightly when his hands went about to stroke my
breasts, the fingers curling over the sequinned bra I still had on. He clutched
at the edge of the cups that held those mounds in place, curving his fingers
rather delicately around it before finally looking back into my eyes and
smiling wickedly.
The sound of the tearing of cloth, beads and sequins flying off from thread
only to land on the grassy, leaf covered ground echoed softly around us.
I blushed brighter when Goku chose to get on his knees before me, all the while
staring at my rose tipped breasts hungrily. His tail swished about behind him
excitedly and I was reminded once again of what a dangerous creature a dominant
male Saiyan could be.
"Stop that, Bulla," he snapped at me, teeth clacking against each other at my
attempt to cover myself from that starved, leering look.
Goku snarled again, grabbing my wrists firmly, he pulled my arms apart so that
his eyes were again free to roam over my bare tits.
Flushing under his penetrative gaze, I nearly covered myself again and he
smirked cockily at seeing how his actions were affecting me.
He placed his hands about my shoulders and gently pushed me down so that I was
once again flat on my back. My breathing grew more rapid as my back touched the
dried crackling leaves, the smell of the grass and the morning dew still on
them permeated my nose. I wondered what Goku had in mind now and I felt the
blood rush through me as I waited in anticipation.
"You're mine...Every bit of you is mine," he hoarsely muttered, his eyes never
leaving my breasts. Goku crawled over me, his powerful thighs suddenly were on
either side of my waist and his hot hard length was once more right in front of
me. I blushed again for the tenth time that day and stared up into his face, my
mind wondering at what he could be planning.
Both hands came to take each breast in his palms, squeezing the flesh softly at
first before he switched to pinching the rose hued nubs of my ample bosom. I
moaned at his touch and my hands thoughtlessly reached out to his wrists.
"These are mine too," he whispered in that same lust dazed tone, "Every part of
you belongs to me...So these...They're mine now, do you understand, Bulla?"
"Y-Yes..." I stammered.
Another pluck of the buds of my breasts before he grabbed them fully again,
cupping his palms against the soft mounds and curling the fingers about them.
He pushed them together and lowered himself to me, his large turgid erection
rested now on my chest right in between each breast, the ball sacks felt like
velvet on my skin. I literally couldn't believe my eyes as they followed the
line in which he moved himself over me.
Then he drew his hands closer, bringing each soft globe closer to each other,
sandwiching his hard manhood in between them until all I could see was the
angry red bulb of the head of his cock from the folds of my breasts. I was
shook to the core. Nothing could have ever prepared me for anything quite like
what he had in mind then.
"Hold them like that," he commanded, his voice coming out of his throat as if
he had swallowed gravel.
I did so without protest, willingly obeying his wishes. My small dainty hands
came over his to hold each large breast in place and his own calloused ones
slipped out from under mine, leaving only my hands alone on my own tits now.
Goku began to thrust his hips then, tentatively at first, merely stroking the
length his cock against the soft flesh of my bust. He moaned at the feeling,
completely covering my petite form with his own broad one.
I stared up into his face with wide eyed wonder as he continued to very slowly
thrust his hips, the large thick cock rubbing against the softness of my
breasts felt like hot velvet covered iron on my skin. I felt my womb tingle
from everything I was experiencing but my mind wondered at what it was.
"G-Goku?" I queried, blushing suddenly at my ignorance.
"Mmm?" he quirked a brow at me, "What is it, Bulla?"
My eyes suddenly couldn't really look straight into those deep pools of liquid
onyx anymore. In my embarrassment, I felt my cheeks heat up even more as I
trembled at the feel of his pulsating hot shaft in between my breasts.
This...thing he was doing to me...I had no clue what it was! I didn't even know
something like this could be done. What was it even called?
"Uhmm," I mumbled, still avoiding his gaze. "Wh-What...a-are you d-doing to
me?"
Goku stilled in mid thrust, head cocked to the side to stare at my beet red
face better. Those gorgeous dark pools of eyes stared at me in surprise and
then he tossed his head back and laughed loudly.
He resumed thrusting into my breasts, increasing his speed even more, my
ignorance seemed to have only served to heighten his lust for me. He was still
chuckling lightly when he slapped my hands away so he could hold onto each soft
doughy globe in his own hands. He squeezed roughly and pumped his hips even
more.
"What does it look like, little girl?" he drawled out lazily, his voice
dripping with a dark sensuality.
I licked my lips and gasped when one hand smacked my breast. He grabbed it
again after soaking in the sight of how it jiggled from his slap.
"Hm, Bulla? What do you think it looks like?"
"I-I-I d-don't know!" I stuttered, avoiding eye contact again, I felt so
embarrassed that I was so ignorant.
He was teasing me on purpose, putting me on the spot simply because I didn't
know what this particular sex act was. I was only sixteen! And whatever forms
of foreplay I knew of were still rather limited. It was unfair of him to ask me
like this...But my heart thumped at the feeling of having his hardened manhood
sliding over and over against my bare breasts. It felt so sinful, so forbidden
and just incredibly stimulating as hell. I could feel my core clench and myself
growing even wetter, my cum splattered panties felt so much like an obstacle
that I just wanted it off.
"You honestly don't know, huh, little girl?," Goku gritted out, thrusting even
faster. "You have no idea that I'm fucking your tits?"
My mind reeled at his words and as they sank in my whole body grew even more
insatiable for him. Goku had fucked my pussy, he had fucked my mouth but now he
had even fucked my breasts. I was stunned. I had never known such a thing was
even possible. What kind of kinky depraved man would come up with such a form
of foreplay? Oh, but how it only made me wetter, hotter and more lustful for
Goku.
I mewled when he started alternating between stroking my breasts gently to
pinching my hardened peaks. I shook my head at him in answer but my eyes were
completely focused on the angry red tip of his cock as it slid in out of my
view; peaking every time he moved his hips forward and disappearing into the
soft flesh that were my breasts every time he pulled back.
"Open your mouth, Bulla and stick your tongue out!" he demanded, pumping into
my tits vigorously.
Again I obeyed him without question, thrilled suddenly as my quick thinking
made sense of what he had in mind. It was so utterly delicious; the feeling of
having him fuck my bare breasts like that while my tongue stuck out to lick the
tip of him every time it appeared in between the folds of flesh. He had been
leaking out so much pre cum that sounds of his cock slipping away at my skin
seemed to reverberate around us. My tongue greedily lapped up at the tip so
that I could drink more of his addictive taste as he groaned and moaned above
me.
One of his hands left my breast to suddenly curl about the back of my head,
sinking his fingers into my hair and pushing my head forward so that I took
more of the head into my mouth. Then, he let out a long, loud triumphant cry
and came into my mouth without any warning. So much of him flooded my mouth
that I could feel a lot of his hot thick liquid drip down my chin and the
corners of my mouth. I swallowed whatever I could hungrily, licking the corners
of my lips to get more of him in me. He pulled away from between my breasts and
shuddered as more and more of his cum spilled all over my rose tipped bosoms. I
stared at him with clear unabashed desire but he was staring at his handiwork
with pride, drinking in the sight of my cum covered body as if it was a spread
out buffet.
I really was beginning to really smell like him now, my own scent almost
completely drowned out by the strong smell of a man, the earth, the sea and the
woods.
"You...didn't...even... know...," he said in between pants, getting off of my
torso and moving to position himself in between my legs.
Those strong big hands went to hold onto my hips and with one hard jerk, he
pulled me closer to him, his thighs spread out to push my own apart.
"You didn't even know what I was doing to you...," he growled lowly, teeth
glinting at me as he grimaced. "You had no idea...God, that makes me so horny
for you right now, princess...You didn't know anything and you just let me fuck
your tits without any reservations."
He pumped his hips once and his cock slid over my panty covered core. I let out
a whimper at the feeling. He thrust again a second time before his hand went to
grasp my right leg and pull it over so that my body too was forced to turn
sideways. He did so gently but firmly until again I could feel that pulsating
large cock directly on me. The hand that was holding up my leg slid underneath
to hold me from under my knee, spreading my legs even further apart. The other
hand went down to between us to hook his finger in the the thin strap of my
panties that covered my sopping wet core. My whole body tingled at the feeling
of his knuckles brushing lightly against the folds of my womanhood when he made
to push aside that thin strap of fabric away. He could see everything now and
that made me blush again, however, my shyness wasn't really warranted because
those dark eyes were staring deep into mine again the minute he was done with
his task.
He positioned himself at my entrance and when the tip of his cock went in just
a millimetre I gasped and my body shook in response at the feel of him.
I blinked up at him, flushing at my needy desperation to have him just
penetrate me and work my body until I reached that ultimate peak of release.
"You let me fuck your tits without knowing what it was...," he muttered, still
in awe of my willingness. "So innocent...You're so innocent, princess...It's
driving me crazy!"
"Then what are you waiting for?" I whispered back at him. A hand sought to
touch his arm and he flinched at the touch of skin against his own. I wanted
him inside me and he was stalling still so I made my hand slide over his bicep
and squeezed lightly in invitation.
Goku grinned down at me, leaning forward and thrusting his hips sharply so that
he buried his full wide length into me in one swift stroke. The feeling of my
pussy walls being stretched to accommodate his magnificent girth, the testicles
that rested against my core, the trembling hand that still was hooked under my
knee, the sound of his breath and my own body quaking from just the feel of him
inside me; all of it made my breath hitch and my heart to quicken its pace
rapidly.
Goku began to thrust into me with a languid pace, driving into my body over and
over again at a speed that made it seem like he had all the time in the world.
The large palm and the long fingers that held me under my knee removed
themselves from that spot and instead trailed further down my calf, lower still
until those long fingers curled about my ankle to support the weight of my leg
there.
Doubling his speed, Goku began ramming into me with short hard thrusts, making
me shudder in ecstasy. Moaning softly at the spike in pleasure I felt when
Goku's other hand, the one that had moved my panties aside, hooked its fingers
once in my undergarments and tugged hard until the elastic snapped. That same
hand clamped down on my waist to better support his weight when he leaned in
even further to smash his hips into me with such raw brutal strength that it
left me screaming in tortured bliss.
His breathing was ragged and I could see the pearly white of his canines as he
continued to make love to me, the steady piercing gaze nearly driving me over
the edge. Twisting my body even more, I flattened my hands on the grass and
lifted my body up a bit so I could have more of that cock pierce me even
deeper. Goku growled in approval, increasing his speed to an impossibly fast
pace, thrusting so hard that the sounds of skin slapping against skin, the
sloshing sounds of my feminine juices mixing with his own thick pre cum and
both our harsh breathing rang in my ears.
"Like that, Bulla?" he asked, gruffly, pounding into my aching core without
pause. "Do you like it when I fuck you hard into the ground like this, baby?"
I groaned something incomprehensible back at him in response, my mind too far
gone into sexual pleasure to form words. Goku smacked my butt then, growling at
me for not responding the way he wanted me to.
"If you don't answer me, princess, I'm just gonna stop this altogether!" he
hissed through gritted teeth, slowing down his hips significantly.
Brows furrowing in my frustration, I whined in protest, pleading up at him with
my eyes for him to continue doing me hard like he did before.
"Tell me what you want, baby girl," his words tore from his lips in a harsh
tone, "Tell me exactly what you want and I will do it for you!"
"I-I want you t-to go harder, Goku!" I stammered shyly.
Goku groaned, pulling out of me swiftly. Grabbing me by the waist, he pulled me
to him, lifting up and positioning me so that I was on my knees, my palms flat
out on the dry leaves that scattered the ground. My back was to him again and I
turned my head to look at him. He was staring down my back in grim fascination,
his face hard with a dark look that adorned it.
Those big gnarled hands of his went about to knead the softness of my hips.
They cupped my butt cheeks and massaged me there, the feel of the coarseness of
his calloused hands on my baby soft skin made me again pant in my longing for
him to continue just taking me until I finally reached the pinnacle my body was
craving for.
Goku slapped me lightly on the soft rounded flesh of my right buttock before he
slammed into me with a hard vicious pump of his hips, once again invading my
body with such force that I came from him just entering me. My pussy walls
flexed around his hard cock and more of my liquid heat seeped out of me,
coating him all over. I could feel my core continue to clench and clench
tightly around his width as Goku relentlessly ploughed his hips into me,
fucking me so hard and brutally that I couldn't help but moan and cry out in
pure bliss, my arms giving way and just crumpling to the ground while my hips
and butt stayed up as Goku went on fucking me.
"Who do you belong to, Bulla?" he rasped in my ear, bending down over me so
that most of his chiseled stomach was pressed close to my back.
"Y-You, Goku!" I cried tremulously.
"Good girl."
"If...If I belong to you...Then...that...makes you...mine too, right?" I
mumbled, my voice hitching at every pump of his hips. I curled my tail about
his waist to have him press closer to me and Goku grunted in response.
"Yes, princess," he said simply, lips moving to kiss at my mark lovingly.
Just two words was uttered by him and it was more than enough to fill me with
such joy that I felt my heart constrict at how much love seemed to completely
envelop my whole body. He was mine just as much as I was his. We belonged to
each other and no one could stand in our way.
"I belong to you, Bulla...," he groaned against my mark, the rumbling in his
chest vibrated to my skin making my pussy tightened around him in a vice-like
grip. "I'm yours."
A hand of his left my hips to snake over my abdomen. The roughly padded tip of
his finger flicked against the hooded pearl of my femininity, pushing me
completely over the edge.
And with those words in my ear and his finger on my clit, I felt my aching core
flutter from the earth shattering climax that shook through my body. It was so
powerful, so intense that I blanked out, my mind seemed to have disappeared as
all coherent thought left me. So consumed was I in my mind numbing euphoria
that I nearly didn't notice his own release but the feel of his white hot seed
as it coated my insides was so extreme that I came again, the first orgasm
linking into my second one. I felt the tremors from my womanhood quaking from
its continued erotic bliss.
Goku's whole body shivered from coming so hard, the hips still pumping against
mine as he rode out his own climax. Some of his cum leaked out of me as he
continued to spurt out more of his seed into me, the liquid hot mess trailed
down my inner thighs and some even landing on the ground.
After a minute or two of us just trying to control our harsh breathing again,
Goku pulled out of me reluctantly. He positioned me on my back gently before he
entered me again, reaching down to kiss my forehead in a sweet loving way. My
arms went about to kiss him all over his face, embracing him as I did so. We
continued making love all morning with Goku positioning me in different ways,
exchanging tender honey laced words to each other, my hands always reaching out
to desperately touch whatever of his warm male flesh that I could.
It was only later when Goku and I sat side by side to feed each other did Gohan
make his appearance.
It was Goku who noticed his presence first, his head jerked up at the
approaching sounds of feet. The arm that was curved around me pulled me in
closer protectively.
When Gohan came into view, he too was shirtless, the smell on him betraying his
own early morning activities. He watched the two of us with that same sombre
expression he had when he walked away from us last night.
"We need to talk," he stated simply. He was looking straight at Goku when he
spoke and Goku nodded in answer.
"Alright," Goku replied.
"Just so you know, I'm still...disturbed by this whole thing you two have with
each other but...I'm willing to put that aside for now. We have other important
things to discuss and I'd like to get it out of the way as soon as possible."
"Okay."
"Okay then...," Gohan muttered, running a hand through his hair. "Koenigii and
I will be waiting by the river..."
We watched as he turned his back to us and walk away, leaving the two of us to
wonder briefly about what was it that he wanted to talk about.
***** Chapter 13: Intellectual Intercourse *****
Chapter Summary
     Author's Note: 14K+ words...Seriously, the longest damned chapter I
     have written so far. Sorry that this chapter took so damn long to get
     out there. I really struggled with writing it especially since my
     weekend was pretty busy. To top it off, I wasn't planning on writing
     a lemon in this chapter but AlexanderMan and Kakarotto's Princess
     asked me to and I just...couldn't say no...Lol. I hope you guys enjoy
     this one too.
     Oh, and I forgot to thank my followers and readers! As always, my
     deepest thanks goes to my good friend Kakarotto'sPrincess. Thank you
     for all your support!
     WARNINGS: language, smutty scenes that should only be read by 18 year
     olds and older, etc.
Chapter 13 - Intellectual Intercourse
Goku and I got dressed together quietly after Gohan had made his appearance.
Since I didn't exactly have anything really decent on and Goku had ripped off
my bra and panties, I didn't really have anything to wear so he gave me his
shirt instead. My mate decided he'd go shirtless for my sake so he only wore
those low riding pants of his again.
I caught him eyeing me with interest when I threw on his shirt, the hem of it
reaching my mid thigh because I was so much shorter than he was. He stared at
my bare legs like he was a starving wolf watching a lamb scamper about in front
of him. I blushed, the link we had told me that he wanted me again and his
desire for me was also affecting me. I too, couldn't help but gaze in longing
at his very gorgeous physique. Those rippling muscles, the very broad
shoulders, those sinfully delicious six pack abs and the very alluring navel
that was covered slightly with the coarse crisp hair that led further down
south...
Blushing even more furiously, I ducked my head from him and Goku chuckled in
response. When I dared look at him again, he smirked at me cockily, obviously
pleased at his affect on me.
Goku wrapped a broad heavily muscled arm about me and pulled me in closer to
him, nuzzling the side of my face affectionately.
"Later...," he promised, his voice a low guttural whisper, "I'm gonna take you
somewhere quiet where we can be alone and fuck you hard all over again..."
I blushed even more at his words, turning so red and getting so hot in the face
I felt as if steam was going to come out of my ears.
"Goku!" I chided lightly, tapping him on the arm. "You shouldn't think about
such things when clearly there's something really important going through
Gohan's mind!"
Goku chuckled and nuzzled deeper until the tip of his nose reached my mark and
he inhaled deeply breathing in my scent that was mingled with his. He smiled
against my sensitive skin and I felt the hair in the back of my neck stand up.
"Later," he repeated firmly, before giving my mark a chaste kiss and abruptly
pulling away from me. That kiss got me feeling all hot and bothered but I went
along with him, determined not to let our lust for each other delay us. His
hand found mine and he linked his fingers with my own slender, shorter ones,
squeezing my hand softly.
We walked together to the river hand in hand, like a true mated pair. The
forest that surrounded us felt very much like our own piece of paradise and I
couldn't help but admire the tallness of the trees that scattered everywhere.
They cast even longer shadows and when we moved, the shadows seemed to move
with us, like giants walking.
Unfortunately, I couldn't stay so chipper with the prospect of what lay ahead.
I was completely and utterly happy with my mate especially since our early
morning activities clearly had a positive effect on me and for quite some time
but now as we made our way closer and closer to the river, I began to feel a
sense of dread creep in. I felt nearly all of my internal organs sagging and
like my feet were made of lead, heavy and slow.
What would Gohan want with us? Exactly what was it that he had in mind? What
else could he want to discuss about further with Goku and I?
I silently prayed that he would not attack Goku again, that he would be patient
and understanding. I don't think my heart can take another round of him
attacking and insulting my mate. Every single cell in my body screamed at me to
destroy Gohan if he dared attack Goku like that again. My Saiyan side was
becoming more prominent as more and more time was spent here on Vegeta II and I
was now beginning to grow fond of entertaining thoughts of engaging in fist
fights.
I saw Koenigii sitting by the river with her feet in the water. Her hair was
still wet and she brought both hands together to twist it so that all the water
in her hair would fall back into the river. Her dark eyes looked up in pleasant
surprise at our presence.
"Hey," she called out.
"Hi," I replied, smiling slightly. My eyes drifted to Gohan though because he
was the one I was more concerned about.
Gohan sat a few feet away, tending to a roast he had on a spit, the fire
crackled and the smoke drifted upwards. He caught sight of us and aside from
the slight glint in those dark eyes, he didn't really acknowledge us.
"You wanted to talk?" Goku asked quietly, coming within three feet of Gohan,
the spit he had roasting was in between both men.
"Yeah," Gohan said, simply, "Sit down."
Goku sat, cross legged across from Gohan. I followed suit, sitting right beside
my mate. Just from how close we sat, Gohan's eyes narrowed a bit but he blinked
and then he'd schooled his features to look at us with complete neutrality.
Some part of me dared him to just make move; to break out into a brawl or to
throw insults at Goku again but most of me was indeed glad that he chose to not
make a scene.
"Let's not mince words," Gohan began, exhaling heavily, "I wanna talk about our
escape from this fucking place...This place is hell...We can't stay here
forever. I refuse to be treated like some trained chimp at a circus ready to
perform for these crazy bastards every single time there is a bout. I have a
family to think about. My wife and kid...Pan and Videl might still be alive...I
want out and I'm sure you guys do too."
"Well, of course we do," Goku replied, nodding in agreement. "This place is
terrible. Bulla and I have spoken about an escape plan before but she said that
in order for us to escape we need to know our enemy better."
Gohan nodded back, his eyes shifting to Koenigii. The Saiyan woman gave a curt
nod as she made her way to sit beside Gohan.
"I may not be a Saiyan from this world or a Saiyan from this planet but from
what I can see, our cultures are quite similar...We share certain ways of life
that cannot be denied," she explained, "For example, in my own planet, we were
also a warrior race that visited other planets only to rape and pillage that
place and sell the now uninhabited planet to other species at an exorbitant
price. These Saiyans are the same except they seem to relish the whole concept
of inflicting as much pain as possible. We may have been space pirates
ourselves but we never truly enjoyed mindlessly killing the weak."
"Yes, we've discussed this," I piped up, "Koenigii's people are very similar to
the Saiyans from our world. That is, before planet Vegeta was completely wiped
out and only a handful of us were left."
"Ahh, but you know what else I found out?" Koenigii smirked knowingly, "My
groomer, Mana, is a bit of a coward...They're not supposed to tell us anything
actually but I threatened to bite her fingers off if she didn't give me answers
a few days ago and she relented. She told me that our captors are not just from
a different universe...They're from an entirely different world!"
The rest of us stared at her in stunned silence. The gears in my head started
to whirl at a high speed as I tried to make sense of all of the things that I
have heard and seen since being captured by these sadistic Saiyans. My eyes
widened when I remembered how the announcer had yelled that Goku, whom they
called Kakarot, was from "Universe Seven and World Two". I gasped upon the
realisation and my eyes snapped to Koenigii in my shock. She smirked and nodded
in return, knowing that I had caught on.
"These fuckers...They're not from our world...I only found out about the
existence of other universes from Bulla just a few days ago...," Koenigii
continued bitterly, "But these Saiyans have gone beyond raping and pillaging
other planets or universes. They have gone beyond to the point of finding
alternate worlds, with more to conquer, more pain to inflict...Their greed and
thirst for sadism is insatiable..."
Gohan, Goku and I sat thinking about what she said, trying to soak in the
magnitude of the nature of our captors. I knew there was something not quite
right about them...Oh, of course I was aware of how sickening their love to
torture others was but their very existence seemed extremely bizarre. How they
appeared, their immensely advanced technology, their way of life, even down to
their oozaru form.
"I feel like they're a race of Saiyans who have lived a very long life...Like,
way longer than the Saiyans from our worlds...," I muttered softly, "Almost as
if-"
"As if they've undergone some form of evolutionary change..." Gohan finished
for me. Koenigii, Gohan and I exchanged knowing looks but Goku scratched the
back of his head awkwardly instead.
"Uhhh...Sorry for not being the smart guy here but what exactly does that
mean?" he asked in confusion.
I couldn't help but break out into giggles at how adorable he looked when he
couldn't understand what we were talking about. Some people might have found it
irritating that Goku was so ignorant and childlike when it comes to certain
subjects but I found it utterly endearing. And in that moment, I completely
forgot about Gohan's existence and that he was absolutely disgusted with the
two of us being a mated pair. I did the unthinkable instead - I leaned forward
to peck my mate's cheek affectionately. Goku smiled, pleased he'd won a kiss
from me.
"Oh, Goku," I sighed merrily, "You never cease to be adorable..."
I pulled back only to see Gohan staring at us with wide eyes which looked more
in shock than in anger. Shaking his head as if the very image of us being sweet
to each other like that was so abominably wrong, Gohan proceeded to then glare
at us angrily. He was fuming silently but otherwise stayed quiet and it was
Koenigii's turn to giggle. He turned his glare on her but she merely winked at
him and I watched with interest that instead of getting mad, Gohan chose to
roll his eyes at her. Koenigii didn't let that stop her from reaching out to
him and patting his hand with her own gently.
"Well, basically it means that these Saiyans have lived a very long life,
longer than the Saiyans of our world," Koenigii elaborated, "They have lived to
a point where their bodies have changed in order to adapt with the environment
around them. Their oozaru form is a much smaller, sleeker form that is not only
faster but stronger than our oozaru forms. This is probably because judging
from the local animals that we have hunted here, their speed is their primary
weapon. This thing that Gohan caught this morning...It was lightning fast and
it took the both of us to force it into a choke point..."
She gestured to the roast that was slowly being rotated on the spit by Gohan.
"The caturfah was incredibly fast too," Goku noted, thoughtfully.
I was bursting with questions from her explanation though and I quickly looked
away from the animal (Goku, on the other hand, looked like he was salivating as
he eyed the food).
"But, Koenigii," I began, "How is it that when we came here and we looked at
the full moons, we transformed into their version of the oozarus instead of the
gigantic ones we're supposed to? We may be Saiyans but we didn't have the time
to go through an evolutionary change like they did. So why did we change to be
like them too?"
Koenigii blinked a few times, thinking about what I had said. She worried her
bottom lip and scrunched her brows in concentration. It took all of us by
surprise when it was Gohan who answered me instead.
"I think...," he started slowly, "...The reason why we changed into their
version of the oozaru is because we're here, on this planet, on Vegeta II.
Despite not being a native of this planet, our bodies have adapted to suit
it...I mean, think about it...Were we ever as strong or fast in our base forms
back home on Earth?"
He looked at me and Koenigii but when his eyes fell on Goku who was frowning
slightly from his words, Gohan rolled his eyes in an irritated way.
"Well, let's leave Dad out of this. He's always strong and fast, Super Saiyan
or not...," he huffed, returning his gaze on us ladies, "But surely you guys
have noticed the changes in our bodies too, right? I can't be the only one
who's noticed it."
"Actually, Gohan's right," Koenigii piped up after a short span of silence. "I
do feel faster and stronger...Sure, the effects of the full moons have really
done a number on me but last night...Wow...I know for a fact that I have never
been as powerful or as fast as I was..."
I let Gohan's reasoning drift through my mind and I seriously considered
Koenigii's confession. I wondered if I felt the same way or not because part of
me was telling me it was all just due to the full moons affect on us Saiyans. I
had always felt a hike in my senses and overall speed and strength during a
full moon back on Earth. There was also a clear leap in my libido but that
probably goes without saying since after all it was the Saiyan heat cycle. Was
it true though that our bodies have adapted to this planet? Could it be that I
truly was stronger than I had ever been?
My mind raced back to last night's memory when I had torn through the forest in
search of my mate and I felt like some jungle cat; sleek, smooth and fast as
lightning. I had never run so fast that I literally felt like I was flying. And
I recalled, with a sudden spark of excitement, just how incredible it felt to
see so clearly in the dark and to hunt for my mate.
I thought again back to the very first day we arrived here and how almost
immediately my sense of smell grew to an amazing level of sensitivity. I could
catch the scent of nearly everything and everyone that was in that marketplace.
They were right. I had never been more at the peak of my health and strength
than here on Vegeta II. We truly had adapted to this planet.
Gohan and Koenigii saw the light in my eyes as they both nodded grimly. They
understood that I too was in agreement with them. Goku looked at me with
concern etched on his face instead.
"Yes, having heightened senses and superior strength and speed works in our
favour but it's also made us more...animal-like," he muttered, still staring at
me with that same worried expression. "I have never felt the thirst to kill
before...Not even during my fight with Frieza when he killed Krillin or even
the time when Raditz tried to kidnap you, Gohan...Anger, yes. Blinding fury,
yes...But not this out of control bloodlust."
Gohan and Koenigii both exchanged knowing glances. They, too, had gone through
the same feelings. Gohan's violent rage last night was also proof that he
indeed liked causing someone pain. We remained silent in our thoughts, too
wrapped up in what it means to be so vicious.
"I don't know about you guys," Koenigii stated, "But where I come from, we are
a very brutal race. We enjoy fighting a lot and sometimes even to the death.
But last night... I have to admit that I really really enjoyed fighting with
Gohan... It felt like it was the first time."
"Me too," admitted Gohan.
He was looking right at her when he said it and she smiled at him, sincerely.
Gohan returned it, a small pleased smile spread out on his face. He looked
suddenly very much like the nerdy scholar I was more familiar with. He was
Pan's Dad, he was safe, he was kind and mild mannered. If he could stay like
this forever then that would be so wonderful for me and Goku. Clearly, Koenigii
was fast becoming someone who could calm him down and that could seriously work
in our favour.
"When we fought each other last night...I think my instincts to just go savage
was really intense," Koenigii continued, her eyes lighting up with her
enthusiasm. "When I slashed your forehead with my elbow, that kind of was a
surprise even for me. I don't normally use my elbows and I usually don't like
to cut people up at the beginning of a fight but the need to see and smell
blood was so strong...I just had to do it."
Gohan scooted closer to her in his own excitement, eyes sparkling the way hers
did as he too began to recount his experience.
"Yeah, I gotta admit that punching you in the face wasn't planned either," he
admitted, "But it was like something that I couldn't stop myself with. It was
just instinctual. And when your lip was cut and you were bleeding, the sight of
all that blood got me feeling so excited I just didn't think anymore. All I
wanted to do was to rip you to shreds and yet at the same time...I also wanted
to..."
Gohan's voice trailed off, the small smile from his excitement not quite
disappearing but he couldn't bring himself to finish what he wanted to say. His
gaze shifted and he squirmed in his seat a little uncomfortably. A light pink
hue spread over his cheeks as well as the bridge of his nose and you could tell
he was embarrassed. Gohan always smiled sheepishly and avoided eye contact when
he was embarrassed. I used to think it was cute whenever he did that,
especially with the head scratching but now I realised that that was another
character tic that he'd inherited from Goku. It was just that my mate was
usually so shameless he very rarely had that blush to go along with it.
Koenigii broke into gales of laughter, tossing her head back as she clutched at
her stomach.
"Oh, you are so cute, Gohan!" she howled as she laughed aloud. "This, coming
from the guy who couldn't keep his hands off me last night and this morning
too! You human raised Saiyans and your ridiculous human notions...!"
Goku and I sat side by side and flushed ourselves. The topic of discussion had
suddenly veered to such a weird place. It was making us feel rather
uncomfortable what with the fact that Gohan had yet to fully accept our
relationship as well as since he was Goku's son. I couldn't even stand to look
at any of them as Koenigii caught sight of our red faces and burst into new
peels of laughter. She was practically rolling on the ground then.
Gohan, on the other hand, was still red in the face but he glared at Goku and I
when he saw how embarrassed we were. He snorted and shifted to continue
twisting the spit that was roasting the game he had caught.
"Oh, come on, guys!" Koenigii chuckled lightly, wiping the tears away, "We're
Saiyans and this is Saiyan heat cycle season! We're meant to be horny and
violent during these times. Plus, let's not forget how once we're on this god
forsaken planet our bodies have automatically adapted to suit it."
All three of us from Earth sat in an awkward silence, eyes desperately
searching anywhere else to look except at each other. Koenigii was a
pureblooded Saiyan who grew up on a planet full of her people and so being a
little coarse as well as a little vulgar at times was completely acceptable to
her. What she found acceptable was the total opposite for us though. As her
words settled over us, I knew what we were all thinking - if Gohan and Koenigii
who weren't a mated pair were already always horny for each other then surely
me and Goku must've been at it like sex starved animals all the time...And they
weren't wrong either. Again, Gohan's disapproval washed over us like an
inferno. Goku and I didn't know how to react so we just sat there quietly.
"Enough about that," Gohan snapped, his tone was irritated but he didn't raise
his voice much. "Let's go through what we understand about our current
situation and what we can do to get out of it. So we are now going of on the
theory that these Saiyans who have captured us are a more futuristic race who
have had time to evolve slightly from our normal genetic makeup, we know that
we can transform into a now different oozaru state from our usual two storey
sized giant ape, we know that along with the effects of the full moon, our
senses are heightened and we have become more animalistic than even during the
usual full moon back on our home planet...So what else is there?"
"We know that despite the two of you being unable to transform into a Super
Saiyan state because of the limiter, somehow your transformation into an oozaru
state is possible...," I added, thinking over the list he had gone on about.
This was one thing that did not escape my notice ever since the first time we
transformed. "Any guesses why?"
Goku and Gohan suddenly looked up at me in awe as if they had just realised
that fact. I was kind of shocked that Gohan didn't come to that conclusion
earlier because he was supposed to be a smart man what with being a scholar at
an established university and all. In fact, he's known for coming close to
winning a Nobel prize for his work in advanced human biology. Apparently, he'd
come close to discovering the origins of ki and exactly how it functions in the
human body, nearly unlocking the means of how even normal people could fully
utilise ki. Gohan clearly had been way more affected by the heat cycle and the
changes his body was going through.
Goku being surprised at this revelation was no new issue since the man very
rarely thought a lot about other things aside from food, fighting and...(very
recently) fucking me. He wasn't an idiot per say, just that he was a simple guy
who didn't want to waste brain power on anything that didn't involve what he
liked. I really found that trait appealing though because he was such a total
opposite of me and that simplicity was something that I truly admired. I may
have been a silly teenager who was, despite her genius level IQ, for the most
part into vapid stupid things like boy bands, makeup and clothes but yet I had
always liked the Sons for their sweet and simple natures. Pan and Vivi never
did things to show off or to simply be accepted into society. Pan was the
unapologetic rowdy rough tomboy who wore fingerless gloves like some biker
chick and was trained in martial arts so well that she could kick a hundred
grown ass men into the ground no problem. And Vivi was a dancer because she
just genuinely loved to dance, simple as that. There was never a time she used
her dancing or singing as a means to get famous or wealthy. She loved it and
did it simply because of that, if she happened to be famous along the way then
that would have been an added bonus. I smiled suddenly, realising that these
were all traits that they had inherited from Goku. My heart thumped a little
faster at the realisation that I had always liked Goku's personality traits
even before we were mated. It just truly showed that we really were meant to
be. That we were made for each other.
"Well...I never thought of that...," Goku muttered, stroking his chin, his
words interrupting my thoughts. "Could it be because they just never bothered
to set the limiter in our heads to prevent us from turning oozaru?"
Gohan shook his head slowly.
"No...I don't think so...They made sure to set the limiters to block all of our
transformations including the non Saiyan related ones such as my Mystic state
and your Ultra Instinct form...Why wouldn't they set for the oozaru either?
Especially considering it's like the lowest, weakest form there is," Gohan
mumbled, his eyes frowning as he focused on the issue. "Like, imagine a toaster
oven's set up...They would have 1 for a lightly toasted slice of bread, 2 for a
slightly brown one, 3 for a very well toasted slice and 4 for a charcoal burnt
one...It always works in a sequence like that..."
"Hmmm, yeah, you're right...," Goku drawled.
Koenigii's eyes turned to Gohan and she suddenly looked hesitant. She opened
her mouth as if to say something but then abruptly closed it again as if she
suddenly thought better of it. He looked at her encouragingly and she took the
plunge then.
"Call me crazy but...Could it actually be because we have never transformed
into that state before...? I mean...I was never able to turn Super in my entire
life. In fact, no one from my home planet can do it. I've only heard of such a
thing from Bulla and again she only told me this a few days ago..."
Goku, Gohan and I stared at her in alarm, our bodies suddenly tensing and our
eyes flashed in realisation. Her theory...Could it have been possible? Goku was
the first to speak and we all turned to give him our attention.
"Then...that would mean...that you guys can actually turn Super Saiyan...that
is, if you learned how to now...despite having a limiter planted in your head?"
Goku asked slowly. He looked confused but we all pondered over the possibility
seriously.
"Fuck...," I heard Gohan breath out. You could tell he was floored from this
new theory we were discussing.
"You think it's possible?" I asked, tentatively, eyes searching his.
He nodded rapidly then, looking around at each of us.
"Yeah...Yeah, I think it is possible...," Gohan started, his tone signalling
that he was clearly onto something. "You guys may not know that I have been
working on the study of ki and its origins..." I nodded to show him that I knew
and he continued, "Okay, well, that wasn't the only thing I was working on.
I've also been studying the Saiyan biology and how our bodies work, paying
particular attention on how our bodies differ from humans. Remember how I was
going around asking everybody who had Saiyan blood for samples of their saliva
and blood...And how Vegeta, your dad, got really pissed off at me and nearly
blasted me out of Capsule Corp when I came to ask you and your brother for
some? Well, that was so that I could further understand how the Saiyan body
truly functioned. I wanted to learn all about it so I would be able to know
what sorts of ailments that we could contract or how to further enhance our
rapid healing abilities and the secret to our strength, especially the
transformations...And guess what I discovered?"
Gohan was practically brimming with excitement when he spoke then, his eyes
shining brightly and I was suddenly hit with a memory of me and him chatting
about my human biology homework I had one time when I visited his house to hang
out with Pan. He had been just as enthusiastic and was very pleased to listen
to all of my ideas and understanding of the topic. I nearly smirked at the
memory. Gohan may have had Saiyan blood and the bloodlust for battle but he was
still ultimately a true blue nerd.
"What?" Goku and Koenigii chanted.
"I discovered something really insane!" he cried out, looking like a kid who
just woke up to Christmas morning, "A Saiyan's genetic makeup changes with each
transformation that he makes! Meaning every single time the body transforms
into a new state, the DNA changes slightly to accommodate with the intense
level up that goes with it. That's why our muscle mass increases and our hair
and eye colour changes. Our whole body goes through a crazy transformation and
it's as if we went through a form of evolution that would have taken billions
of years...I got Goten's blood samples every single time he transformed into a
Super Saiyan state, from his base form to Super Saiyan 2 and every single time
I studied the samples they were different from the last! Do you see what this
means?"
"Oh my god...," I gasped, shocked at what he was implying, "They used our DNA
to prevent us from going through our prison cells...The limiters they implanted
in us must also contain a similar type of technology..."
Koenigii looked stricken and Goku's whole facial expression grew to that
confused look he had earlier.
"I'm still not completely sure I understand everything that you guys are saying
but I still can't figure out why they would overlook the oozaru
transformation...It may be the lowest form there is but it's still stronger
than our base form," Goku queried, "Is it because it's the weakest form so they
just don't care?"
"That must be it...The guards here know how to go to at least a Super Saiyan
level so the oozaru form, even if it's stronger than our original one, still
doesn't stand a chance against them," Gohan said carefully.
All of us sat down to really think over all of these new discoveries. It wasn't
a one hundred percent guaranteed truth but I was more optimistic than I had
ever been since we arrived here in chains. If there was any small opportunity,
no matter how slim it was, I would take it if it meant Goku and my freedom. If
we were free we would be able to try to find other ways to save the others,
wherever they may be. If we were free, we could collect the dragon balls and
revive the dead. I would have my Dad and my Mom again...I felt a wave of
sadness envelop me as images of my stern father and loving mother danced
through my head.
"Well, it's great that we know all of this now...But how does this help us get
out of our shitty situation?" Koenigii blurted out. "Even if by some miracle,
Bulla and I could learn how to transform into a Super Saiyan later on, it
doesn't mean anything if we still have these fucking bands on our arms...They
basically serve as a tracker which means even if we somehow turned Super and
killed every last one of these motherfucking guards, the other Saiyans would
easily be able to tail us and find where we are. And even if we escape this
fucking place, we'd still be nowhere close to achieving our freedom because
we'd still be on this fucking planet. If we wanna escape, we need to plan this
shit through. We can't only plan up to defeating the guards here and breaking
out of the coliseum...We need a ship to take us away from this god forsaken
planet."
We all adopted a grim look then. She was right, we needed a better plan to be
able to truly buy our freedom. A sudden thought also occurred to me when she
mentioned the bands on our arms that served as a tracker.
"The limiter also has that function of acting like an inbuilt taser," I
informed, "I've seen them whip out this little remote control thing and from
just a click of a button, you would go into shock. Your whole body breaks out
in spasms and you lose consciousness almost immediately. I've seen both Trunks
and Goku go through it and I know it must be because of the limiter stuck in
our heads. What's the point of turning Super only for you to get your brain
fried a second later? There's no way we'd be free as long as the limiter is
stuck in our brains..."
Gohan fumed at this, his hands balled into fists. Goku, too, was starting to
look very angry, like he was whenever the Saiyan guards taunted him about me. A
dark dangerous aura began to glow around them and Koenigii and I shifted a bit
uncomfortably.
"Dammit, I forgot about the inbuilt taser...," Gohan mumbled, gruffly. His dark
eyes were narrowed and he bit his thumb as he continued to think things
through. It was almost like you could see the gears and cogs in his brain
whirling away as that clever brain of his worked to find solutions.
"What are our options?" Goku spoke up, eyes set in a deadly gaze and his tone
was like that of cold hard metal. I also noted that his gaze was fixed on his
son.
"We need to somehow nab one of those goddamn remotes...," he answered, also
looking dead serious. "We need to be in a situation where we can get close
enough to one of the guards and steal it without them noticing."
"But how? They usually always work in pairs or if they were alone, they would
be on the other side of our prison and we can't reach them at all," Koenigii
argued, her bottom lip was stuck in between her teeth as she continued to
explore our plan of escape.
My mind was racing as I ran through all the possible options of trying to steal
that little item. If one of us was actually a thief then it would have probably
worked but we weren't and trying to steal something from a Saiyan is very
difficult especially when they have heightened senses and deft reflexes. I
remember that Koenigii had told me before that she had been a cook on a planet
looting ship on her own home planet so her cooking skills were not something we
needed if we were going to sneakily steal a small item.
"We need an inside man...," I thought aloud, tapping a finger on the chin as I
continued, "A person who can help us get things from outside our quarters,
outside our prison. Someone who knows the ins and outs of this whole place; how
it functions, where the exits are and access to a nearby ship. If we're going
to get out, we definitely need outside help."
They all turned to stare at me owlishly, their eyes piercing my face as if they
had finally begun to see me for the first time. Gohan's eyes softened a moment
later and he smiled softly at me. That expression on his face looked almost
like he was remembering something fondly and a sense of nostalgia flickered. I
will say that having the old familiar, mild mannered Gohan was a big relief
again though I didn't know for how long he'd look at me like that. I blushed
under all of their gazes and immediately felt a need to defend myself.
"What?" I snapped, making an offended expression as I spoke, "We do need one!
We won't get out of here if we don't get help from someone who works closely
with these Saiyans but who isn't one of them."
All three Saiyans exchanged looks and nodded in agreement.
"You're right," Gohan said. "We need someone who knows this place intimately
and works rather closely with our captors to help us escape. But who should it
be?"
Koenigii smirked at his question, arms folded under her bust and her back
suddenly arched as she sat smugly.
"I could just continue to threaten that little coward, Mana, and get her to do
stuff for us," she offered, smirk still in place. "The groomers have been
pleasure slaves for a long time...They work closely with our captors and they
know this place well. If we get one of them to be our little rat then that's it
- game, set, match!"
Gohan smiled and nodded at her suggestion, clearly in accordance with her
ideas. I had to admit, that she certainly had a point about the groomers being
the best candidate for what we needed but I certainly had my doubts on Mana.
"The groomer is a great idea," Gohan began, "But if Mana is such a coward, then
I don't think she'll be able to help us out. She's bound to give us away...If
she could fold under the pressure of you, Koenigii, then surely she'll fold
under these Saiyans."
Gohan and I clearly had the same concerns about how trustworthy Mana was.
Everyone knows never trust a coward to be your rat because they're most likely
the first one to give you up just to save their own hides. A rat cannot be
trusted as it is, what more a cowardly one.
"I agree," Goku said, hand on his chin as he propped his head up, "Which leaves
us to the question of who can we trust then?"
Koenigii sat back, huffed and blew out of her bottom lip. The air that came out
caused her bangs to flutter upwards and she looked every bit the sullen child
who didn't get her ice cream.
"Sorry, Koenigii," Gohan said, apologetically.
"Oh, don't mind me...I'm just a little upset that I can't threaten Mana
anymore...She was fun to bully," she said, almost wistfully.
Goku, Gohan and I snickered at her and for that one moment, it felt like
everything was right with us. That Gohan had accepted my relationship with Goku
and that we were a family...Of course that was just my wishful thinking.
"I could try to get Zatulla to help us out...," I said, thinking aloud. "But
she is extremely fearful of our captors. She warned me not to talk about Goku
and I being mates because they're not known for it. It's something that, should
they find out about, may lead to us being tormented further."
My mention of us being mates clearly was the wrong thing to say, especially in
front of a very irritant Gohan. I realised my mistake a little too late because
the scholar was now once again insanely furious at Goku. Gohan glared at my
mate, his whole body tensing and again, we could sense his disapproval lapping
at us in violent waves. I shuddered but I felt like I needed to stand my ground
and glare right back at him. Goku also refused to budge and instead looked
straight on into his son's eyes.
"I'm holding you onto your promise," Gohan growled lowly, his eyes were pinned
on Goku. "And just because I haven't punched you yet today doesn't mean that
you can take it easy and everything's fine and dandy between the two of us.
What you've done still disgusts me. I am sickened by you and if you want to do
what's right, you would stop this nonsense and keep your dirty old man hands to
yourself."
I snapped. Getting up from the ground and leaping at Gohan, my hands whipping
about trying to slap him in the face. He scowled at me, avoiding my hands quite
easily, moving backwards just enough to get out of the reach of my hands.
"Don't talk to him like that!" I cried out, pulling my lips back so my fangs
were visible. "How dare you talk to my Goku like that!? Next time you wanna say
something awful like that about my mate, you better think twice about it,
Gohan!"
I practically jumped over the roast that was in between us and Gohan continued
to evade my flailing hands. Goku quickly reacted to all the commotion and he
too stood up just so he could grab me by my collar gently and pull me back.
"I don't blame you, Bulla," Gohan muttered, almost calmly. "You're just a kid
and you don't know any better. You think it's okay for him to sleep with you
like that because you're mates...But you're only a kid...You don't know jack
shit and he's a grown ass old man who has no business fucking a little girl
like you."
My ears were ringing from how offensive his words were to me. I felt so hot,
the heat was suffocating and all my eyes saw was Gohan's face dripping in red.
My blood was boiling in my body, my dainty hands itching for a blood bath. I
wanted nothing more than to scratch his eyeballs out of his sockets and watch
the blood run down his face. Mindless in my blinding fury, I continued to claw
at him only for him to be too far out of my reach. Goku's hold on me was strong
and I couldn't escape it. Despite how much Gohan's words hurt him, my Goku
refused to allow his woman to engage in a physical fight with his son and that
made me bristle even more at Gohan. Even now, in this moment, Goku was thinking
of Gohan and how he didn't want to further make things worse for us.
"You shut up, Gohan!" I screamed, tears streaming down my face, "You shut the
fuck up! I love Goku and he loves me! We're mates and I don't care how old he
is! I like it when he rubs his dirty old man hands all over me! I love it, in
fact! Those dirty old man hands touching me all over is the best feeling I've
ever experienced!"
Now it was Gohan's turn to frown at me. My words were obviously having an
effect on him and he squeezed his eyes shut almost as if what I was saying was
just too much to bear. Clearly, he was very much disturbed at what I said.
"Stop it, Bulla!" he bit out. Koenigii was by his side, staring at him warily.
She was trying to find a way to calm him down but he looked just about ready to
snap. "You don't know what you're saying!"
"Oh, yes, I do!" I screeched, my voice going up to such a high pitch that
Koenigii winced slightly. "I know exactly what I'm saying! I'll say it again so
you understand it completely! I love it when Goku puts his hands on me! I love
it when he kisses me all over! I want him to touch and kiss me! I want it,
Gohan!"
"Shut up!" he snapped.
Koenigii immediately locked his head with her arms in a headlock, pulling him
back roughly. She looked calm and she was whispering to him gently but he
struggled in her grasp, trying to get out of her hold. She held on, trying her
best to calm him down but Gohan's strength was formidable and he managed to
break free.
Goku stepped right in front of me protectively the minute he saw Gohan rushing
towards us. He looked calm and totally prepared to take on a now absolutely
pissed off Gohan. He blocked Gohan's first forceful punch, his body lurching
backwards upon the impact but otherwise, he didn't look at all affected, the
same determination still shone brightly out of those charcoal pupils.
Gohan roared and continued to throw punches at my Goku, blow after blow but all
of them were avoided swiftly by my mate. He either blocked the attacks or he
would step aside to avoid the punches. Goku wasn't fighting back but he was
moving so fast and because he was in a tranquil state of mind, he was able to
avoid all of Gohan's sporadic attacks.
"You're so sick!" Gohan bellowed at Goku. His voice was so loud that I winced
slightly, my sensitive ears tingled from the sheer volume. The sound of the
trees rustling due to his yell had disturbed the birds and it could be heard
all around us. A flurry of multicoloured feathered creatures took off from the
trees, soaring to the sky to escape all the commotion that was going on down on
the ground.
"You've groomed her to think it's okay for you to fuck her, haven't you?" Gohan
went on shouting at his father. "You brainwashed her like a real pedophile! You
dirty fucking asshole! I'll kill you!"
Goku let his son's words fall on deaf ears and continued to block and dodge all
of Gohan's punches and kicks. I was glad that my mate was no longer allowing
himself to be completely thrashed but I wished he would just fight back. I
wanted an end to this, an end to Gohan's taunts and vicious words about us
being mates. His attitude toward us left me feeling so angry and upset...He
treated us like pariahs simply because we're in love...
Koenigii threw herself into the foray, coming right in between Goku and Gohan.
Her palm smacked Goku in the chest and she pushed him out of the way as she
engaged Gohan in battle, fists soaring out to reach him, legs coming up to
block his own kicks. She was like a whirlwind, fast and beautiful in its
devastation. Her swiftness leant her an advantage for she was faster than Gohan
even though he was the more powerful of the two. Gohan didn't back down from
the fight, instead he seemed to rather enjoy Koenigii's ferocity, glad I
supposed that someone was finally attacking him in return.
Koenigii slipped under, sliding in between Gohan's legs to avoid him at one
point. She got through behind him, turned and flicked her foot straight up into
the back of his head. Gohan grunted as he stumbled a bit from the impact. He
growled at her, turning to face her but she had leapt into the air,
somersaulting onto the other side. Gohan roared out in his frustration at her
dodging abilities and he charged after her.
Goku and I stood there watching the two of them as they brawled each other. It
was then that we decided it was probably best to leave them to their games.
Gohan was clearly distracted from openly hating and attacking Goku now. It was
the perfect opportunity to actually leave since now we could both smell their
leaking pheromones. It wasn't incredibly overpowering but it was gradually
growing stronger by the second. The idea of Gohan growing aroused was a little
disturbing to me so I turned to Goku, cocking my head in an invitation to get
out of there.
Goku smiled at me, happily and laced his fingers through mine. We stared into
each others eyes, smiling as we walked away hand in hand, Gohan and Koenigii
completely forgotten.
We made sure to go much further away from where Gohan and Koenigii was. We
didn't want to be disturbed and we wanted, if possible, for them to not be able
to scent our pheromones or hear our sounds either. I could tell just from how
excited and aroused Goku was that we were definitely up to no good. Through the
bond we shared, I could feel his increasing libido and in turn this made my
heart beat faster, my body temperature rising and the tingling in my womb and
breasts peaking.
When we reached a clearing, Goku didn't waste time to turn to me and devour me
with kisses. Lips, tongue and teeth all worked together to kiss me thoroughly.
My breath hitched as his tongue made past my lips into my welcoming mouth. His
tongue wrestled with mine causing my head to spin from the wonderful feeling
while those shapely lips worked over my own furiously. I was trembling in his
arms that were wrapped around me, my own hands threading his hair. I wanted
more of him but my short stature could not allow me to feel more so I groaned
in my frustration, standing on my tippy toes just to gain some height. All the
while, I returned his kisses and he responded to me by bending down more so I
could reach him better.
We were so close in proximity, our arms wrapped around each other, lips glued
together and our chests were smacked against the other. My nipples hardened
even more whenever he shifted his body to kiss me better. Rubbing my breasts
against his chest, I arched my back and moaned into his kiss. Goku growled deep
in his throat at the feelings my movements invoked in him, the vibrations from
his throat to his chest traveled along my body making me shiver along with him.
"You...," he panted, trying to catch his breath once he broke our kiss,
"You...were...amazing just now!...You were so beautiful...and fierce...and
you...defended me! You went against...Gohan, of all people...and defended
me...!"
I went about to try to kiss him again but he pulled back. I could tell from our
link that he had things he still wanted to say so instead of his mouth I made
do with snuggling into his neck and sniffed his scent there deeply. I began to
pepper kisses all around his nape, paying particular attention to my favourite
spot which was right beside his Adam's Apple, nipping and sucking that bit as
he continued to pant while speaking, his absolutely mouth watering scent
invading my sensitive nose.
"You're...amazing!" he panted in awe of me. "My
beautiful...young...mate...defending me against my own son...! You're
absolutely perfect, princess!"
"Goku, I love you with all my heart," I stated firmly, eyes staring straight
into his, "I don't care who it is but no one insults you like that. No one has
the right to put you down or make you feel small or dare to defame your
character in any way! I will not have it! I won't let people insult my Goku
like that!"
He grinned down at me broadly, eyes crinkling in his joy from my words. I felt
a rush of emotions flood me suddenly - love, joy, happiness and admiration. It
hit me so hard that I felt slightly dizzy and nearly lost my balance if it
weren't for Goku's strong arms that held onto me carefully. It took me a moment
to realise that these weren't entirely my feelings; they were his. My words and
actions seemed to have made him so infinitely happy that they were reaching out
to me through our bond in such a forceful way that it had caused my head to
turn.
Once I realised how touched and in awe he was of my words against Gohan, I
relaxed and smiled back up to him sweetly.
"You're so beautiful and perfect, princess..." he whispered gently, his voice a
soft caress on me. It was so heartfelt and so full of emotion that I felt my
heart skip and my whole body froze from it.
"I love you...," he said hoarsely, leaning down again to capture my lips with
his, "So much..."
We kissed each other again, our mouths desperately working against the other,
the lips furiously nipping, parting to make room so that our tongues could
stroke each other again. Goku groaned into the kiss causing me to mewl at him
in answer. He reluctantly pulled from the kiss and I groaned in protest,
missing his contact immediately.
"I want to please you, my mate," he whispered, huskily, leaning his forehead
until it touched mine. "I wanna make you feel good. I don't care about my own
pleasure right now...I just want to devote myself completely to you...It's your
wishes that I want to fulfil...So you tell me what you want me to do and I will
do it for you."
I stared up at him, dumbfounded by all that he had said. Was he telling me to
take the lead now? Was he serious?
I blushed from his words and he chuckled at my beet red face, obviously pleased
by how flustered I got. He kissed my forehead gently, the lips a gentle touch
on my skin. I sighed deeply simply from that small simple touch and sagged
against his body. He was telling me it was alright, that he meant every word
and that I shouldn't be afraid to ask whatever it was that my heart desired.
All this I could feel thanks to the bond that we shared with each other. Our
tails found their way to each other, stroking and rubbing against the other
gently. We both felt the rise in our lust for the other grow just from our
tails rubbing against one another.
"Tell me anything you want to try...," he breathed in my ear, leaning in
further and running his fingers through my hair. "I'm yours, Bulla...Do with me
what you will..."
Blushing at his words because they were actually mine (the same words I used
the first time we made love when I was conscious), I nodded once, my eyes
staring at my feet to avoid from looking at those expressive onyx eyes.
We resumed kissing but this time, I shyly let my fingers trail up his bare
abdomen, stroking his sculpted abs and pecs. I ran my hands all over his torso
lovingly before I let them go up to his arms to stroke him there. He moaned
into my mouth, tongue lapping at my gently, the sound was so primal and sexy
that I couldn't help but feel how the dull ache in my lower stomach thudded to
an even faster rhythm.
Growing bolder, I reached down below again and sighed happily when my hands
curved about the thickness of his manhood. He was still wearing those low
riding dark pants of his so his cock was still covered in cloth but my eyes
took note of how there was already a stain spreading right in the middle of the
outlined shape of his bulbous tip. I smirked as I let my hands stroke along his
length slowly at first then more rapidly. Goku's groans and moans were growing
louder and he leaned into me to rest his head on my shoulder, his hot breath on
my skin like puffs of heat.
"Bulla...," he groaned lowly, shifting to get closer to me. "Y-You don't have
to please me... I told you...Right now... It's all about your pleasure and what
you want..."
I smiled up at him sweetly but my heart thudded from how naughty I felt in that
moment.
"You said you belonged to me...," I whispered seductively. "You said I can do
whatever I want...Well, this is what I want...And you're mine...And all of you
is mine...So this - this is mine too."
I said it as I firmly yet slowly stroked at his hardened length, my grip
tightening just a tad bit and my other hand reached down lower to squeeze at
his heavy testicles gently. Goku's breathing grew harsher and his eyes were
shut tight, frowning from my ministrations, clearly enjoying himself but trying
to restrain from losing control.
"This...," I said, slowly and sensually as I squeezed his cock even more. "This
is mine..."
Goku groaned loudly, his hips jerking slightly and I delighted in the feel of
his pulsating cock throbbing even more, the veins that had popped out so
distinctively could be felt even through the material of his pants. My hands
rubbed all over him then, watching in fascination as the stain grew from all
the pre cum that was leaking out of him.
"It's yours, Bulla," he agreed readily. "It's yours...It's all yours...Oh,
god...!"
He hissed loudly, those large big hands seized my hips and kneaded the soft
flesh there. His strong hands squeezed me, grabbing handfuls of my softness
before uncurling those fingers only to do it again. All the while he was
panting harshly, teeth baring at me, eyes squeezed shut, his body trembled
slightly from the intense pleasure it felt.
At some point we were no longer standing and instead, both of us were on our
knees; me stroking at his heavy cock and him leaning into me, groaning and
moaning loudly from my hands touching him.
"B-Bulla...," he gasped out loud, "Baby...Please, stop...I'm about to come...!"
I giggled at him but I refused to stop my actions. My hands only stroked him
further, moving so fast over him, the pre cum that had seeped through his pants
somewhat helping the strokes to be smoother, slicker.
"Bulla, please!" he cried out desperately. "Please...! I'm gonna-Arrrghhh! Oh
f-fuck! Oh fuck! Fuck!"
I stared into his face and just drank in the sight of him as he came undone.
His lips were parted slightly, the canines of his teeth visible, those thick
dark brows furrowed and his eyes were still squeezed tight and a vein in his
forehead had popped out from the strain of his violent release. As he came, I
soaked in his absolutely handsome face that contorted in bliss while I
continued rubbing the wide girth of his cock. The cum that he had shot out was
soaking up the cloth of his pants; squelching noises could be heard from my
hands as they grasped at his cum covered manhood.
"You shouldn't have made me cum...," he complained, his voice still hoarse as
he tried to steady his breathing. "I told you not to care about my
pleasure...It should all just be about you now..."
Smirking at him, I tugged his pants down until his hard cock sprang free. I
shifted my body so that now I could lean in over to suck on him better.
"But I'm doing what I want, Goku," I said, breathily in anticipation. My eyes
were glued to his huge hard cock. It always amazes me how his dick wouldn't go
down even after an orgasm. I think it has something to do with the fact that
he's a dominant male Saiyan. Zatulla told me they were insatiable with their
overwhelming lust.
"And what I want right now is to suck on your cock."
With that said, I plunged right in, swallowing as much of his thick length into
my mouth, sucking on him hard and fast until saliva and pre cum dribbled out
past my lips to trickle down my throat, clavicle and breasts. Bobbing my head
continuously, I made sure to twirl my tongue along his cock whenever I could.
One hand reached out to fondle his heavy testicles.
"Ahhh!" Goku cried out from the feeling of my mouth enveloping nearly his
entire cock. "Nggghh! B-Bulla...Oh, fuck yeah, baby...! That's it...Suck me
like that! Arrghh!"
His hands went to cup my head with affection, stroking at my hair gently and
lovingly. I moaned and stared up into his eyes as I tried to take more of him
into me, my throat expanding in order to make room for his impossibly large
manhood.
"Oh, Bulla...I'm about to cum again...Please, baby...Don't do this to me...,"
he pleaded, his eyes still shut tight in his tortured bliss. "Don't make me
come again when you haven't yet...It was supposed to be all for you..."
Once again, I didn't care at all about what he had to say. I wanted to do
things my way. He had told me to do whatever I wanted and what I wanted right
in that moment was to have him shoot out his white hot essence into my mouth.
Just the thought of his cum in my mouth was enough to make my pussy so wet and
trembling in excitement that I couldn't be bothered about what he was trying to
say. I was so very selfish in that moment and nothing he said could sway me.
Goku groaned heavily as he unconsciously jerked his hips in my direction,
forcing me to take more of his hard cock into my mouth. I felt my nipples
harden to stiff peaks and my pussy clenched in the excitement of having him
come in me.
Goku roared out loud, throwing his head back as he sprayed out all of his
scorching hot milky seed into my welcoming mouth and throat. So much of his cum
was spraying into me that I couldn't help but squirm from it all. My pussy
tightened and I felt my whole frame shiver slightly from my own smaller orgasm.
I actually came just from him shooting out all that semen into my mouth...That
was how much his pleasure gave me mine.
"Bulla!" he called out to me as he helped me sit up. "Let me worship your body
now...Let me return the favour, princess..."
He reached down to kiss my forehead, his lips a sweet caress on my skin. I
mewled in protest and made to strain my neck so I could kiss him on the mouth
but to my surprise he pulled back, avoiding my advances.
"Goku!" I protested as I tired to kiss him again.
He chuckled in that mischievous way that little boys liked to do when they were
up to no good. He was purposely refusing to accept my kisses for him and I
pouted up at him in frustration.
"Sorry, princess," he said, chuckling still, "But I don't want to taste myself
on your mouth this time..."
Those beautifully sculpted hands that I absolutely adored were on the tops of
my thighs and they curved over my legs, slowly separating them so that my
femininity was bare to his penetrating gaze. I blushed and squirmed in his
hold, trying to squeeze my legs shut so he won't see my bare womanhood. He had
ruined my panties earlier and I was still only dressed in his shirt so
underneath it all I was completely naked. The fabric of his shirt rode up over
my figure as his hands hooked under my legs to pull him to him closer,
effectively making me lay on my back as he tugged me closer to him.
Flushing hard from how close his face was now to my dripping wet core, I stared
at him in awe and slight shame. It made me squirm even more, trying desperately
to cover my privates or at the very least my face. When my legs were firmly
kept apart, I covered my face with my hands, shyly peeking at him through the
gaps of my fingers. He laughed out loud, delighted by how skittish I was
behaving.
"I don't want to taste myself on your mouth...," he whispered darkly, eyes
glued to my feminine bits. "...because I want you to taste yourself, princess."
And as his words sank in, my eyes widened and my lips parted only for a silent
scream to escape me.
Goku dove in, burying his face in between my legs and nuzzling into the folds
of my womanhood right until his lips found my clit. He kissed it gently at
first and that made me squeal in ecstasy, the pleasure he inspired in me came
about like jolts of delicious hot zaps. He snickered in response but proceeded
to continue kissing the hooded pearl of my pussy, lips gently capturing the
small bundle of nerves in between them, pulling lightly and then he'd flicked
his tongue over it like a lazy cat lapping at its paw. He repeated this action
over and over again until I was a mess of wriggling pants and moans.
My toes curled the minute his tongue made contact on my clit and this time I
couldn't control the scream that tore past my lips. My body trembled from such
mind numbing pleasure, my head whirling in agonising bliss. How could just the
touch of his tongue give me such intense pleasure? My legs tensed and I felt
them wrap about his head tightly, the hands that was holding me by my hips
squeezed back in encouragement.
He slid his tongue from my opening right up to the hooded pearl of my womanhood
and watched me from in between my legs. I could only imagine what I looked like
to him as I gazed back at those charcoal eyes piercing me with his dark gaze as
he continued to lap at me. Through heavy lidded eyes, I groaned when he began
sucking at the liquid that seeped out of me from the very centre of my being.
"Like that, Bulla?" he asked, voice husky from his own arousal. "Do you like it
when I lick you like this?"
"Nngh!" I groaned out in response when he stuck his tongue inside me, literally
fucking me with his tongue.
He probed my core a couple more times before pulling back abruptly to watch as
more of my feminine liquid gushed out of me. Goku watched it all unfold before
his eyes greedily, drinking in the sight like a starving man. I blushed even
more from the attention he was giving me, trying to pull myself further away
from his strong hold on me.
Goku growled in warning at me, his fingers curling about my hips tighter and he
roughly pulled me to him, practically smashing my pussy right into his face. He
didn't give me a chance to breathe - he sucked, licked, kissed and supped at my
dripping wet pussy until I was coming for him so hard, pussy clamping on his
tongue as he went on thrusting the warm wet appendage into me. Crying out from
the mind blowing orgasm he made me experience, I tossed my head from side to
side, body tensing and shuddering from the amazing jolts of pleasure that
traveled my body. The rosy buds of my breasts crinkled and hardened to
impossibly stiff peaks and my legs trembled before going lax from their hold on
his head as if they had turned to jelly.
Goku withdrew from in between my legs after giving my most intimate parts one
final kiss. He drew back and sat up, eyes drawing up over my body lazily until
they finally landed on my face where he paused to stare at longingly.
"Bulla...," he mumbled gently, towering over my frame as he bent to capture my
lips with his once more.
My whole face began to heat up as his tongue tangled with mine, his lips moving
sensually over my own. I could taste so clearly the slightly sweet and heady
flavour of my feminine nectar in that kiss. My small hands made to touch his
chest and his own arms enveloped me in a tight embrace as he plundered my mouth
with his own. The velvety hot wet appendage danced around my oral cavity,
exploring every part of it with such fervour that I couldn't help but feel my
toes curl up in ecstasy. Moaning deeply into the kiss, I gasped into his mouth
when Goku pushed me down so that my back laid gently on the ground once more.
"Let me kiss you all over...," he whispered, hoarsely. He sounded strained and
it was probably because he was so aroused. "Let me show you how much I love
your body..."
I pulled his face to mine to kiss him some more, my fingers lacing through the
wild untamed spikes of his hair lovingly.
"Goku, make love to me," I requested, rubbing the tip of my nose against his.
"Please, I can't wait anymore...I'm desperate..."
Goku shook his head and pulled out of my hold slowly.
"It's not about my pleasure anymore...It's about yours. I just want to give you
all the pleasure you deserve," he told me gently, smiling down at me with
bright eyes that were filled with love.
"You've given me plenty enough!" I snapped at him, glaring a little. I huffed
as I made to embrace him again, snuggling my head into his chest while I took
lungfuls of his scent. Goku's delicious scent always made me want to taste him
even more and I did just that, not hesitating at all to just swipe out my
tongue over his pec to taste the sweat that beaded there. He groaned at my
touch and his body shivered ever so slightly. I smirked at the effect I was
clearly having on him and I snaked my hands below so I could grasp his cock and
stroke it several times. The outcome of that was incredibly satisfying to
watch. Goku growled lowly in his throat, eyes shut, teeth gnashing at each
other; the strain he felt was obvious from just how red he was in the face, the
veins that appeared on his forehead stood out prominently.
"B-Bulla!" he gasped aloud, body lurching forward from my firm caresses.
"If you want to please me, my mate, then do as I say," I giggled lightly in his
ear, my warm breath coating the shell of his ear. Again, a small shiver spread
through his entire large bulky frame.
"I want you inside me...," I whispered quietly, sensually while my fingers
curled about the massive hard cock tightly, stroking him in hard, fast strokes
that got him panting in his need.
"B-But Bulla...," he stuttered in protest but I was having none of it.
I tugged his pants down so that now the waistband hung about his muscular
thighs and quickly grabbed at his engorged manhood again. I rubbed the pre cum
covered tip with my fingers, making sure to really spread his cum all over the
head.
"No buts, Goku!" I exclaimed, harshly, "I want you inside me now."
He nodded once, withdrew from my embrace and sat back to position himself. His
hand went to hold onto my ankle and lift my leg up a little, the other hand
pushed the back of my thigh so that my leg was lifted upwards, pushing the
thigh up over my side. I was spread out wide open, my glistening wet pussy was
again completely bare for his lusty eyes to drink in the sight of it all. My
face burst into flames as I watched his face but Goku's wolfish eyes didn't
linger over it for very long. Instead, his eyes roamed over up my torso, fixing
right on my heaving breasts.
He growled again, the sound vibrating from the back of his throat like a motor
engine. A large calloused palm swiped down at me only to grab the shirt I was
wearing and lift it upwards until my breasts were also completely uncovered.
"Such pretty boobies...," he muttered darkly, eyes soaking up the sight if my
heavy round globes that heaved as I breathed in heavily. "So beautiful..."
He bent down, his cock bumping against my thigh as he loomed over me to capture
a rose coloured tip with his mouth. He pecked at my nipple before drawing it
into his mouth and sucking so harshly that I whimpered, legs trying desperately
to encircle his waist. While he sucked me, his tongue also lashed out to stroke
at the hardened nub making me whimper in my need for him.
"G-Goku, please!" I cried out, desperately, tears streaming down my face.
It was just too much pleasure for me and I was already starving for him to just
fuck me into the ground like he usually would.
He smirked at me, eyes darting up to hold my gaze as his lips and tongue
lavished attention on each jiggling globe. I whined at his teasing and he
finally relented, chuckling slightly as his hands made to gather me up to him.
With his mouth still on one of my bosoms, Goku pushed my back to him, lifting
me up slightly so that in one smooth motion, he slammed his hard length into my
dripping wet core.
"Ah!" I couldn't help but cry out from just the feel of him entering me.
It always shocked me how incredibly big he was and how stretched and full I
felt from him being inside me. The inner walls of my pussy were wrapped about
his thick hard cock so snugly that Goku grunted from the feeling and snapped
his hips sharply. It was small short jerk but the impact on me was immediate. I
bit into my puffy bottom lip to muffle my moans because from just that simple
move, he'd managed to hit the tip of his cock to my womb.
"S-So t-tight!" Goku stammered as he hissed through his teeth, his hot breath
on a rose tipped breast. "So fucking tight...Ahhh! Bulla...My sweet, sweet
Bulla...I love how you feel all around me...My princess..."
He kissed the pink nub of my right breast lovingly. His warm lips felt almost
scalding hot on my moist wet skin. I shivered from such euphoria and moaned
when he continued to suck and kiss my breasts as his hips began its rhythmic
motion, thrusting up into my warm welcoming body. I couldn't remember when but
at one point, Goku managed to take off the shirt that I still wore and he threw
it in some obscure direction.
With his arms around me and hands on my back, Goku kept on worshiping my
breasts while he fucked into my quim in hard and fast strokes. The thickness
and length of his cock rubbed against my core so delectably that I couldn't
help but cry out his name.
"Gokuuuu!" I moaned, more tears dripped down my face. "Goku, please!"
"Shhh, it's okay, little girl," he whispered huskily, drawing his tongue around
my rose coloured nipple lazily. "I'll give you all the pleasure you want...Just
hold onto me, princess."
He lifted me from the ground slightly, cock still buried deep inside me, face
still in between my tits. Goku made to lie down, his back on the ground, his
hands moving then from behind me to instead grasp once again on my fleshy hips.
I flushed when I realised the position we were now in; me on top and Goku
smirking up at me as his large hands pushed and pulled my hips so that it was
my body that was creating all that delicious friction.
Oh, and what delicious, delicious friction it was...Our new position making me
feel things I couldn't quite feel if I were beneath him. Now his cock could
constantly kiss my womb every single time I slid myself down on him.
His hands lifted me and pulled me down repeatedly, the sound of skin slapping
skin and the mixture of my own feminine honey with his pre cum made for these
slurping sounds that seemed to echo around us. I was so embarrassed but the
feeling of my pussy stretching every time I slid more of that magnificent cock
into me made me tremble in so much pleasure that I somehow forgot the shame.
At one point, Goku let his hands slide slowly away from my hips, only to trail
down to my thighs as he watched me do all the work. I rode him as his hands had
taught me, bouncing on his cock, my hips moving on their own as I watched him
stare back at my body in a daze.
"Yes, that's it, Bulla," his voice rumbling out from his throat. "Fuck me, baby
girl...Fuck me just like that...My body is yours, princess...Fuck me all you
want..."
I moaned at him in response, hips gyrating as I slid back down on that hard
huge cock. Everything felt so immensely good that I could feel my mind slowly
losing all sanity. Our tails snuck out to curve about the other; mine to swipe
at his face affectionately and his to curve about my waist to better help me as
I continued to ride him.
My eyes drank in the sight if his heavily muscled body. I couldn't help but
really just admire the cut abs, the rippling muscles of his obliques and
finally the distinctive v-line that trailed down to his pubic region. Goodness,
the man was so sinfully beautiful that he ought to have been illegal. When I
searched his face I was surprised and then glad that he too was checking me
out. Those dark eyes of his were glued to my bouncing breasts as I continued to
move over him.
I bounced on him a couple more times, gasping each time the head of his massive
cock bumped against my womb. On the third bump, I screamed softly, closing my
eyes from the sheer intense pleasure my body experienced. I practically saw
stars and I struggled to catch my breath as my body trembled from another mind
blowing climax. Collapsing on top of Goku, I sighed as my pussy continued to
tighten around his cock repeatedly, my feminine liquid gushing out of me,
wetting his hips and pubic region.
His hands and arms came about to wrap me gently, pulling me closer to him. I
lifted my head just to look into his face and he smiled at me.
"Feel good, Bulla?" he asked, sweetly, eyes curving up to near slits.
"Y-Yes, Goku," I mumbled, blushing.
His hand stroked my head, fingers threading through my hair only for him to rub
my blue locks in admiration.
"I'm glad...," he said, straining his neck so he could peck at my forehead.
As I laid there in his embrace, something clicked in me that made me want to
suddenly sit up in alarm. I would have too if it weren't for Goku's massive arm
that was still wrapped around me.
"Goku!" I cried out to him, lifting my gaze up to look at him properly.
"Hmm?" he answered, distractedly as he continued to play with my hair.
"You...You haven't...You haven't yet have you?" I questioned him, hesitantly
and a little bashfully. Somehow saying the word 'come' made me squirm inside.
Goku chuckled at me, his hard body convulsing from the laughter making my body
shake along with his. The feeling of his laughter travelling all over me and
the sound of it all made my heart leap and my breath caught but I was
determined to know the truth.
"It doesn't matter, princess," he said simply. "I did my job in pleasuring
you...I don't care about my own release..."
I snapped up at him, frowning.
"Well, I care!" I said, huffily, "I won't leave my mate unsatisfied! I simply
won't allow it!"
Goku laughed at me again and that annoyed me all the more. On shaky arms, I
pushed myself up so that once again I sat up over him. It was difficult because
now I felt so incredibly exhausted that my arms could barely support my body
weight but I did so anyway.
Glaring down at him, I made to bounce on top of him again. But after two
strokes of me sliding up and down his still hard cock, I cried out again,
collapsing as my orgasm erupted in me. I mewled loudly as my pussy clamped all
around his length and my breasts were squished flat against his marble hard
chest. I was too ambitious and I had completely overlooked how my recent climax
had clearly left my body to become over sensitive. I barely lasted a minute...
"Sshhh..." Goku shushed at me gently, hands stroking at my face gently. His
fingers went again to curl themselves in my hair, relishing in the silky
softness of it. "It's okay, princess...I'm alright...I don't need release...I'm
happy just being inside you..."
I growled at him, angry at his words because it left me feeling somewhat
bereft. Like, I wasn't a good enough mate because I had completely overlooked
his satisfaction.
"Bulla, I'm fine!" Goku insisted, smiling at me indulgently. My feelings had
reached out to him through our link.
Well, he could go on telling me he was okay all he liked but I wasn't having
any of it. As I had told him before, I was not at all pleased with only me
reaching my sexual peaks. I wanted him to be just as happy too. But my body was
still a mess; trembling and weak from such body shaking orgasms so I did the
next best thing I could.
I looked straight into Goku's eyes. I held that gaze for a moment before
suddenly clenching my pussy walls tightly around his hardened cock. Goku's eyes
widened and his lips parted from the feeling.
"Urrghhh!" he choked out.
I did it again, tightening myself once more around his huge pulsating member,
doing it repeatedly after a beat. Goku's reaction was beautiful to observe as
his brows furrowed in his frown and he clenched his teeth so hard that his jaw
ticked.
Goku growled at me, eyes darkening as I continued to flex my pussy walls all
around his huge cock.
"Bulla, stop it!" he scolded.
His tail curled about my waist tightly in warning and his hand quickly grabbed
my left butt cheek.
"I won't stop until you're satisfied too," I said stubbornly, kissing his chest
as my core went on tightening itself around him over and over again.
The hand that squeezed my butt abruptly let go of me only to spank me hard on
my bottom. I squealed loudly from the pain the slap brought me but I glared at
him further and persisted to squeeze his cock with my femininity.
Goku cried out after a brief moment. His body surged forward and I gasped when
he finally chose to respond.
"You...You little minx!" he growled loudly at me, eyes burning into my own teal
blue orbs. "Always teasing my cock...Sucking me and tempting me with your smile
and girlish giggles...Well, if this is what you want so much, I'll gladly give
it to you...Get ready, Bulla because I'm not gonna be gentle anymore,
princess!"
His arms suddenly crushed me to him, wrapping around my torso so tightly it was
as if they were metal bands that kept me completely locked. My breasts were
smushed against his hard chest, my hands trying desperately to touch him in
return but before I could even get a proper hold on him, Goku slammed his hips
upwards, his cock surging into my tight hot sheath so brutally that I couldn't
help but scream at the feeling. I think I nearly went crossed eyed from the
absolute force of his thrust but before I could even draw in breath, Goku began
to thrust his hips up into mine, stuffing my sopping wet pussy with his huge
cock repeatedly.
He smashed his hips again and again into me, bucking his hips wildly as his
arms continued to hold me tightly against him. The feeling of him finally
taking charge and fucking me so hard again made me whimper softly, tears
streaming down my face. Goku was growling and grunting loudly as he went on
fucking me from below. His hips snapped up into my own in quick hard pumps,
grinding his now slick wet cock into the tight walls of my quim.
"How do you like that cock, huh, little girl?" he growled at me. He hissed and
drew back his lips so that I could see the sharpened teeth. "It's yours after
all..."
His dark, almost evil laughter rang all over me as his hips never stopped
bucking beneath me. Smash after brutal smash, Goku refused to slow his pace
instead increasing it to inhuman levels.
One hand that was holding onto me left only to curl about my tail. He squeezed
it tightly before tugging it in a none too gentle pull and that was it. I
screamed loudly, my voice tearing from my throat as I felt my core tightening
in a vice like grip around his still thrusting dick. My feminine juices spurted
out of me like an uncontrollable rush of a stream and I felt my whole world
tilt and become a white fuzzy canvas as my orgasm linked into the next one. On
and on it seemed to go on until finally Goku roared out into the heavens as he
filled me up with his own essence. The steaming hot thickness of his cum shot
up inside me, the heat of it made my womb tingle and my pussy flexed itself
again one last time just so I could really milk all of him.
"Arrghhhh...! Princess...You little tease...You fucking little cock tease...,"
he breathed, sitting me up as he made to get up, cock still embedded deeply in
me. "Look what you made me do..."
He was still shuddering from his extreme release but he bent down to sink his
teeth into his mark that he'd left on me. The teeth that pierced me made me
shriek as my pussy quivered then clutched his cock so tightly once again. He
groaned in answer but I couldn't stop my soft mewls to escape me as his bite
became harder and rougher.
"P-Please...Pleeeeaaassse, Gokuuuuu!" I slurred out, my mouth no longer able to
work properly anymore. It was all just too much for my body and my mind to
take! Not only was my body fresh from climaxing so hard but now he was biting
my mark again. The bite itself was enough to cause a body shaking eruption but
with his cock still stuffed to the brim in my moist folds? It was nearly enough
to cause me to go brain dead!
Despite my pleas, Goku growled deep in his throat and simply held onto the
bite. He was determined to teach me a lesson and I supposed from all his pleas
to me earlier that went unheard, I deserved his punishment.
And that was how we ended our day...With him fucking me over and over again
relentlessly and then biting me deeply into my mark. Doubtless, I was falling
more and more in love with this man as we continued to bond over the mark that
bound us together.
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