Forbidden Fruit

Bulma worked furiously in her lab at Capsule Corp. Vegeta and Trunks were out on some secluded island, Kami knows where, training for the World’s Martial Art Tournament, taking place in a few weeks. Goku was supposedly coming back from the dead for the day just for the tournament. Vegeta was practically obsessed with beating Goku in the match and now he was training Trunks to defeat Goten. Bulma felt tears come to her eyes when she thought of her husband. They had a big fight two hours earlier and it weighed heavily on her mind. The tears that was held back during their fight, spilled amorously over her cheek. She made no attempt to wipe them off. She sat and placed her head in her hands as she thought about the argument.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Woman, stop being so emotional”. He said coldly watching her through disinterested eyes.

“Why must you leave today? You know that our anniversary is tomorrow. Can’t you put off your training for one day?” Bulma asked her husband heatedly. He stood there glaring at her, his eyes unreadable.

“We will train everyday until the tournament”. He said impassively as if he was the king of England and she was only his lowly subject.

“Vegeta, you are my husband. All I ask for is one day, one measly little day”. She said returning his glare. He could not intimidate her. It’s not like she asked for too much, she only wanted to spend her anniversary with her husband and son, her family.

“I don’t care about that stupid anniversary. We will train all weekend and that’s final.” He said crossing his arms. “Come boy”. He said glancing at Trunks.

Trunks smiled sympathetically at his mother, saddened by her obvious displeasure in the situation. He wished his father would reconsider for his mother looked so sad. He dared not to share his opinion, which he knew his father would only see as weakness.

He hugged his mother, letting her know that he at least cared. Vegeta stood at the door impatiently waiting for his son. He frowned slightly disapproving in the boy’s endearing act. The boy would have to learn that those types of acts were weak and not thought of for a Saiyan prince.

“Bye, Mom”. Trunks said as he and his father flew away to began their intense training.

“Good-bye, Trunks”. She whispered to his retreating form already becoming invisible from her sight. She silently closed the door willing back the tears that threatened to fall.

“Bulma”. Someone called from upstairs. Great, just great, I’m really not in the mood for any visitors right now.

“Down here”! She yelled irritably. She quickly wiped the tears from her eyes and hoped they didn’t look puffy.

“Hey, Bulma. I need a favor”. Gohan said coming down to meet her, his voice cheerful, as always.

“What do you need?” Bulma asked forcing a smile to her face. Seeing Gohan just made her realize how much she missed Goku. Gohan favored his father so much, especially in the blue fighting gear he had on.

“I was wondering if you and Vegeta wouldn’t mind me using the Gravity Room if he isn’t using it right now of course”. Gohan said. Bulma paled at the mention of Vegeta’s name her lip trembling slightly.

“What’s wrong”? Gohan asked noticing her reaction.

“Nothing”. She said lowering her eyes so he couldn’t see the tears in them.

Stop crying you moron. She berated herself trying for the second time to fight off the tears that tried to release themselves from her blue eyes.

Gohan gently lifted her chin smiling reassuredly.

“You can tell me”. He said looking into her eyes. It was then that she noticed how attractive Gohan was. His silky black hair sat messily atop his head enhancing the blackness of his eyes. His tan skin stood out against the navy blue of his fight gear, which in fact, showed of his broad chest beautifully. Bulma blushed at the thought of feeling those long, powerful arms around her, moaning his name in pure bliss.

Oh, Kami, what the hell am I thinking? Gohan is just sixteen and he’s the son of two of my best friends. She thought almost shocked at where her thoughts were leading her.

“Bulma?” Gohan said looking at her quizzically.

“I’m ok, just a little tired”. She whispered looking into his eyes becoming uncomfortable with how close they were standing. Gohan had released her chin but his still stood very close to her. She could fell his breath, could hear him breathing. He didn’t seem to notice her discomfort, or that anything was wrong with his proximity.

“Are you sure”? He asked studying her intensely. He sometimes was too observant for his own good.

“Well, Vegeta and I had a fight”. She said and proceeded to tell Gohan about the argument. Gohan said nothing listening quietly to her story. She really had needed someone to talk to about it, a friend to lend a sympathetic ear. She was glad that Gohan had persuaded her into confiding in him.

“He said that?” Gohan asked angered by Vegeta’s lack of sensitivity.

Bulma just began to cry all over again. Gohan quickly pulled her into his arms running his hand soothingly down her back. Bulma’s skin tingled under his touch, forbidden thoughts again entering her mind.

“He doesn’t deserve you”. Gohan said quietly pushing her closer into his embrace. She rested her head against his chest thankful for the comfort.

“You deserve much better than that heartless bastard”. Gohan whispered. Bulma finally took notice of what he said her head snapping up to look him in his eyes. She hadn’t expected this type of reaction from Gohan. He seemed to be very angry with Vegeta.

“Well you do”. Gohan said looking into her eyes.

“Gohan…” Bulma began but was quickly quieted by Gohan’s demanding lips. He seized her in a passionate kiss molding her body to his own. She could fell every inch of the muscular boy, kissing her as a man would. She gasped into his mouth as she felt something poke her in the stomach. Gohan used that opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth drawing a moan from Bulma. Her mind told her to push away, to stop this before it went too far, but her body wanted this, wanted to feel the boy inside of her. She knew she needed to stop. She pushed her arms against Gohan’s chest attempting escaping his roaming lips.

“We can’t”. She said looking up at him.

“Is it because of him?” Gohan asked desire and pain in his eyes. He looked over her hungrily. How he wanted to finish what they had started.

“He is my husband”. She said softly.

“You’re just a boy, Gohan. Chichi and Goku are two of my oldest and dearest friends. I couldn’t”. She said almost pleading with him to understand.

“What would your mother think?” She asked him hoping she had scored her point. He made no move to release her however.

“I’m not a boy anymore, Bulma, I’m a man and I’ll prove it to you”. He said and again took her lips. Bulma pushed against his chest again trying to dislodge herself from him but he didn’t move. She soon lost her will to fight and surrendered herself to the pleasures he was producing. He glided his hands down to her buttocks and lifted her unto him, effortless holding her up against his arousal. She moaned when she felt the large bulge against her crotch, promising of carnal pleasures and fulfillment. He walked over to the couch (she has a couch in her lab ok) and gently laid her on it. Gohan then removed her dress and stood to remove his clothes. Finally he stood before Bulma in nothing but silk red boxers. He pulled her to him again fitting her body against his own.

She guided her hand over his sinew muscles that were like steel under his soft smooth skin. She knew she should pull back. In her mind she knew that this was wrong, that this could not be allowed to happen but her body told her otherwise. It screamed for the fulfillment that Gohan promised her.

He passionately kissed her letting his tongue slip into her mouth. He tasted her twirling her tongue with his own making her moan in out in ecstasy. Her knees gave out from the feel of his tongue darting around her mouth, his soft lips pressed firmly against hers. He easily held her up as if she was no more than a rag doll and lowered them to the couch.

He removed his boxers and lay on top of her as naked as the day he was born.

“Gohan, this is wrong”. She whispered when she felt him spread her legs apart to gain entrance into her warm embrace.

“Well, why does it feel so right”? He asked almost innocently his eyes lighting with desire.

“You’re forbidden, we have to stop”. She said looking into his eyes, knowing it was much too late to end what had started.

“Forbidden fruit is the most sweet”. He said and took her lips closing off any more arguments from her. She felt him enter her, thrusting inside her almost harshly. She figured it must be his first time for his movements were barely controlled. She looked up at his eyes, which were closed. His brow was furrowed indicating that he was concentrating intensely. She knew he was trying not to hurt her for he was extremely powerful, and a misguided movement could hurt her severely. She guided him, pressing firmly on his buttocks, to a pleasurable rhythm. She heard a voice crying in passion and realized it was in fact her making those throaty noises. Gohan grunted his pleasure to her his body quivering from the sensations he was feeling. She bucked against him meeting his thrust with her own each one bring more pleasure than the last.

“Oh Kami!” She cried wrapping her legs around him as she climaxed allowing him even more entrance into her tunnel. He drew into her hard and deep panting heavily as he neared his peak. He took her to another climax as he finally reached his own.

He slowly, reluctantly pulled himself from her sitting up on the couch. Bulma quickly followed him feeling ashamed at what they had done.

“Bulma, I don’t…” He began looking at her.

“Just get dressed, Gohan, this never should have happened”. He quietly did as she asked putting on his fighting gear. When he finished he noticed that she was completely dressed.

“Are you mad?” He asked hoping that she didn’t regret what had happened between them.

“No”. She said turning to look him in the eyes.

“Was it, was I, um, did I please you?” He asked innocently.

She smiled and gave him a small kiss on the cheek.

“You were great, Gohan. You’re going to make some young girl very happy one day. It just can’t be me. You know that don’t you?” She asked her voice almost pleading with him. She really did love her husband, even though he could be a heartless jerk sometimes, and knew that she would never leave him. Gohan knew this as well.

“Yea, I understand”. He said softly smiling to let her know that he was ok with that.

“Don’t worry, Bulma, I won’t ever tell anyone, it will be our little secret”. He almost regretted leaving things this way.

“That’s good and you can use the gravity machine tomorrow, there’s a few repairs I have to make first”. She said thinking of the reason for his visit.

“Ok, See you tomorrow”. He said smiling sweetly, naively (like Goku) and left her to her work.

Bulma sighed when he left. She smirked as she thought about Gohan’s next visit.

I wonder will tomorrow be as pleasurable as today was. Vegeta won’t be back until Monday after all. She thought and giggled at her thought.

Gohan was right. Forbidden fruit is very sweet and she would love to taste its nectar again, as many times as she could.