Chapter 5

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Bulma woke the next morning to see a pair of dark eyes staring at her. “Man Bulma, you look so innocent when you sleep, kinda like an angle,” Goku said.

“Thanks Goku. I wonder where we are headed.” The blue-eyed genius sat up and stretched her lengthy legs. “I haven’t slept that well in ages.”

“Funny, neither have I,” he whispered. The two sat there in am awkward silence. It was like some unknown force was pulling them closer and closer to each other. Their faces were inches apart when the ship lurched, sending Bulma rolling on top of Goku. Their lips brushed momentarily and they both just laid their staring into each other’s eyes. Bulma regained conscious thought and scrambled off Goku, her face turning pink once more.

“Uh, I’m going to go shower. Save me some food. Okay!” she nervously replied before all but running to the small bathroom.

Goku still stood where they had fallen, touching his lips wondering about the slight tingling feeling that still remained on them. “I never noticed how soft and small she is. Wait, stop! Chi-Chi, Chi-Chi, Chi-Chi, Bul, uh, Chi-Chi,” he chanted over and over again in his head, until he realized the Chi-Chis were all turning to Bulmas. “Kami give me strength of will, I’m gunna need it,” he muttered.

Standing in the shower leaning against the dingy wall was Bulma. Like Goku she too was remembering the brief contact their lips had shared. “Radditz and I have kissed 100’s of times, for longer and harder, but it has never sparked like that. No, Bulma, you can’t think like that. You are in like, er, love with Radditz.” She sighed and began washing her long aqua tresses, “At least I thought I was.” As she showered, her mind drifted back to last night, Goku really had held her all night long. He had wrapped those muscular arms around her and she had never felt safer. True she was floating in a space pod to an unknown destination, but still, she had felt so secure and protected in his grip. “Feh, B-girl you are over analyzing. He is just your extremely hot friend. Nothing more, besides, he is in love with Chi-Chi not you.” Satisfied that she had convinced herself, she stepped out of the shower and got ready for the day ahead.

Goku sat in the control room with two plates of food in hand. He smiled when he saw Bulma and then handed her a plate. There was more awkward silence when Goku asked her, “What do you think about that man that helped us? I bet that creep Peope killed him.” Bulma noticed how his usually bright cheery eyes darkened at the mention of Peope.

“Probably dead. It is a shame. We owe him our lives ya know. I hate to think of what might have happened had he not shown up when he did.” Bulma’s face paled a little at the reminder of Peope’s touch and she pushed her still 11/2 full plate away. “I hope wherever we are going is close and has decent clothes. Maybe we can blend as locals for awhile or something. You do realize we have no money.”

“Uh-huh. Maybe we’ll land somewhere populated and we an get jobs. I bet if you look at this thing you can figure out where we are headed.”

“Oh, I don’t know Goku. That’s pretty complicated stuff.”

“Yeah, but besides Rad, you are the smartest person I know,” he replied a sunny smile on his face.

Once again Bulma’s ego came out full speed, “What do you mean the smartest person you know besides Radditz? I’m smarter than him!” Goku ducked the flying piece of fruit being launched at his head.

“I’m sorry. I meant you are the smartest person I know period.”

“Well that’s better. I’ll go look at it, but no promises okay.”

Goku felt a small smile tugging at his lips. Bulma never ceased to amaze him. On minute she was crying or yelling, the next giggling and grinning. “Yep, she’s a keeper.” He then mentally slapped himself, “Stop thinking like that you insensitive jerk! Son Goku, you are hitting on your brother’s girlfriend aka your girlfriends best friend.”

“Um, earth to Goku. I’m done. Helloooo, anyone there? I said I’m done. I know where we are headed.” Bulma replied, waving her hands in front of his face. When that didn’t work she walked up to him and placed both hands on either side of his face. She then leveled his gaze to her, “Son Goku, please come in. Are you there?”

Goku woke from his internal combat to see a pair of ocean blue eyes searching his. He felt two creamy hands with his own rough ones. “huh, oh, hey B. I guess I was zoning.”

“Yeah, I’d say so. Um, Goku you can let go of my hands now.” He removed his hands from hers and she then dropped her hands from his face. Bulma spun around to face the main control, “We are headed to a planet known as Marist III, The pod’s data log says Marist III is fully populated, has gravity same as Earth, and an oxygen atmosphere. Hey the log also says this pod is equipped with Universal Translators. We need to find those. They will probably come in handy. I wish I had some capsules. Oh well, according to this we still have three hours before we reach Marist. What do you want to do?” Goku just shrugged and turned his back to look for whatever a Universal Translator might be. That was when Bulma noticed a small silver circle at the base of his head. She ran up to him, and jumped on his back, reminding herself it was just to get a better view, “Goku, I think I found Gero’s ki-dampener. What say I try and take it out?”

Goku, who was still recovering from the feeling of her legs and arms wrapping around him, nodded his head and walked, Bulma still on his back towards the bathroom.

Bulma hopped off his muscular back and assumed command, “Goku sit down on the toilet seat. Tilt your head down. Hmm, how to do this.” The smart Chikla-jin dug through the drawers of the bathroom and found another, newer First aid kit. Inside were several tool that, for today, could be used a scalpels. “Okay this may hurt a little, just let me know, okay.” Goku who had not been listening, turned around to ask Bulma to repeat what she had said when he caught sight of the make-shift scalpel in her hand. The bravest man Bulma had ever known then passed out. Luckily enough it was face first. Well lucky for Bulma, this gave her ample opportunity to remove the dampener without Goku’s interference. As she worked her scientific mind took over, and blocked out any motions that might have been in her head. All she saw for the moment was a scientific task to be completed. Finally she had the dampener removed and the small wound patched. She tried to move Goku out of the bathroom, but in his cationic state she couldn’t budge him.

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Fate smiled at the sight of Bulma trying to move Goku’s overly muscular frame. “Little one, I’m afraid that is an almost impossible feat.” She chuckled lightly then ever so slightly, pulled the string of destiny towards her.

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The pod began to fall, a sudden lurching motion. Unlike the first one, however, this time steadily gained momentum. Bulma began to scream for Goku to wake up, “Goku!! Oh, Kami, Goku wake your sorry ass up! The pod is crashing!” She began to lightly slap his face and when that didn’t work she used all of her strength and whipped her hand across his cheek. This, fairly stupid, move earned her a broken left hand. The bones immediately swelled and a stream of curses escaped her lips. For some reason Goku felt a searing pain tear through his left hand. This woke him. He looked at his hand and noticed nothing wrong. The saiya-jin scratched his head in confusion and then noticed two very distinctive things, 1) Bulma was cradling Her left hand and 2) the pod was traveling a bit to fast for his taste.

“Uh B are you okay?”

“Oh Kami Goku! The pod is crashing! I tried to wake you, but that only resulted in me breaking my hand on your face! Now here is what we are going to do.” the logical side of Bulma had taken over as soon as she saw Goku awake. “We need to go buckle into the chairs in the control room. You can wrap my hand after we are buckled. After that all we can do is pray for a safe landing. Kami be with us.”

The two burst into action. Goku grabbing both Bulma and the first aid kit and running to the control room. He placed Bulma in the main control seat, himself to her left. They buckled, Bulma grimacing slightly at the minimal use of her left hand. Goku reached over and took the broken hand in his own. He then set it and wrapped it as best he could. Then his tail snuck over and wound itself around her leg, giving it the reassuring squeeze he couldn’t give her hand. The two looked at each, smiled, and then braced themselves for impact.

Moments later the tiny pod crashed into a large lake. The escape hatch popped open and the two occupants made a mad dash for the surface. Goku arrived first and began a frantic dive and re-surface search for Bulma. He had a gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach that something had happened. The last time he resurfaced he noticed a piece of scrap metal and a bobbing blue head. Goku’s heart leapt into his throat, she had better not be hurt, was the reoccurring thought in his head. Much to his relief she was alive, and awake. She had trouble swimming with her broken hand and she had actually surfaced right after Goku, but something had pulled her back under.

“Bulma do you know how worried I was? I thought, I, I thought I was alone.”

“Uh, Goku hun, I think we should get out of the water, NOW!” She screamed right before being pulled back under by a giant squid. Goku dove back under in hot pursuit. He swore that they would have calamari for dinner if he had anything to say about it. The squid had noticed Goku chasing after it and decided that the scrawny blue thing in it’s tentacle wasn’t worth facing the wrath written on the saiya-jin’s face. The squid released Bulma, and she swam back towards the surface. Goku fired a ki blast at the retreating squid, and just as a reminder not to mess with him or his Bulma. That was when Goku stopped his train of thoughts, “Did I just call her My Bulma?” Deciding it would be better to look after her rather than worrying about thinking about her, Goku swam to the shore where Bulma lay.

“Oh my Kami. I thought we were, or at least I was a goner. You saved me!” once he was safely on dry ground at her side, Bulma climbed into his arms, “Thank you so much Goku-sa…”

Goku tilted his head down to look at her, “Goku-sa, huh. I think it fits B, really I do. I think we better scout the area see what we are up against here.” He said flashing her that famous Son smile.

After hours of scouting they had come up with one significant conclusion, there was no civilization within a days traveling distance. Goku had flown quite a ways while Bulma looked over the area near the lake. She had discovered a small empty cave. As she waited for Goku’s return, she noticed an overall darkening of the sky and an all too familiar rumbling, “Oh no, anything but a thunder storm. I’d face Gero over a thunder storm. Goku please come back before the storm.” The blue-haired beauty crawled into the cave and awaited the arrival of both her savior and the storm.

Goku landed silently back on the sore, “Man looks like a bad storm moving in, better find Bulma. I don’t think she likes storms.” He quickly searched out her ki signature. He frowned, her signature was rising and falling, “Bulma I’m coming.”

“Goku, is that you? Hurry, a storm is coming.” Bulma rushed out into the open, arms spread to greet him. Goku looked at his brainy friend and couldn’t help but sigh at the way she had run out to met him, it was like she really needed him. It was at that moment that the sky broke. They were both about 100 yards from the cave entrance. Bulma screamed as a huge bolt of lightening struck a nearby tree, causing it to catch fire. She froze in place, fear causing her body to shut down. Goku had run ahead to grab some wood for a fire. As he turned back to see if Bulma was in the cave, he was struck dumb by what greeted his eyes. Tendrils of aquamarine hair, tossed by the wind, were whipping around her face. The fire and lighting was mirrored in her glistening eyes. Her clothes clung to her curves, accenting the shapeliness of her body. It was that moment that Goku would always remember. The beauty and terror written all over her face, she looked like something out of an ancient fairy tale, not his everyday Bulma. It was at that moment that thoughts of any other woman flew from his head completely. Bulma. That was all he could focus on. He forced himself back into reality and rushed back to pick Bulma up.

He deposited her in the cave and then went to work on a fire. Bulma sat huddled where he had placed her talking gibberish to herself. Goku placed a hand on her shaking shoulder and felt hurt when she jumped away. Bulma realized what she had done and quickly ran back to his embrace. “I’m sorry Goku-sa. I just hate storms sooo much.” She began crying. Then the gentle crying turned to body wracking sobs as the storm raged on. The saiya-jin rocked her back and forth until she finally quieted. “I bet I look terrible,” she muttered. “Bawling like a baby over a storm. Now I bet my eyes are red and puffy and I’m sure my nose is running…”

Goku put a finger up to her lips, “Sh…you’re beautiful. I, I don’t know why I never noticed it before. I must have been blind not to see what was right in front of my face.” He whispered, “Do you know what I want to do to you Bulma, I want, I want to kiss you.”

“Then do it,” she whispered back.

The firelight gave the cave a soft romantic feeling. Goku slowly titled his had towards Bulma as she lifted her. Their lips touched and departed and then touched again. Goku placed a hand behind her head, holding her lips to his. Bulma was still sitting in his lap, and wrapped both arms around his neck. Goku’s free hand snaked its way up her thigh, stopping at her hip. She ran her tongue over his lips and Goku complied, allowing Bulma to trace his teeth and taste his mouth. When they finally broke free from the kiss both were breathless. For reasons unknown to them, that one kiss had felt more “right” than anything they had every experienced, and neither regretted it.

After a few intense eye gazing moments, Goku noticed Bulma was shivering. Goku’s own clothes had already dried so he pulled his orange tunic over his head and told Bulma to put it on. She held it in her hand for a moment before laughing and telling him to turn his head. What Bulma didn’t say to him was that secretly she hoped he might sneak a little peak. For some reason she wanted Goku to want her. Little did she know, Goku had been taking small, repeated glances at her shapely backside while she had changed. She walked back over, clad now only in an oversized tunic, and plopped into Goku’s lap. She leaned back into his bare chest and sighed, “What about Chi and Rad.”

“I don’t want to worry about that. Something tells me they’ll be okay with this. All I know is I’ve never felt this way about Chi-Chi, and I know you’re lying if you say you felt like this about my brother.”

“Your right. I didn’t feel like this. I don’t even know how to classify this feeling. I mean I thought I was in love with Radditz, and then Pow, days latter I’m tingling just from your breath on my neck,” she whispered sitting forward a little.

“Feeling’s mutual,” he whispered, blowing slightly on the exposed top of her spine. She shivered in a delighted way and then turned to face him. He then began to blow lightly on her ears and neck, revering in the feeling of her shifting and squirming in his lap. She tried to stifle a yawn, but Goku caught it. “Why don’t we get it bed.”

“I’m not that tired yet, honestly.”

“I didn’t say anything about going to sleep, now did I.” He replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Goku laid down on the hard floor and pulled her into his arms. Bulma traced the outline of his collarbone with her fingers, before leaning over to kiss his earlobe.

“Goku-sa,” she breathed into his ear, “I’ve got to get some sleep and you do to.”

Goku pulled her face to his and kissed her, a kiss full of passion. Longing, and…love.

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Okay that is all for chapters 4 and 5!!! I forgot to mention at the bottom of chapter 4, so I’ll do it now, ISU’s are interglitic space units. AKA, money. 1=100 U.S dollars. So, 150 isu’s would be 150,000 dollars. Okay, and if these chapters are really stinky I am sorry. I finished write/type--ing them at 3:30 this morning.

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