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Bulma Taking the Chance
🕑 Added 2022-05-28 03:24:27 +0000 UTCWhen she saw Goku at the tournament grounds, Bulma wondered only for a split second. In one life, she would've discarded that thought.
She would've only thought for about a second, would've only considered it for a brief instant, and not paid any attention to it. When she saw Goku, so big, so tall, so manly, so grown up, so very different, yet still the same, she would've entertained the thought for a brief second about what it could be to live a life with him, but then discarded the thought and simply continued to look forward to the next time she got back together with Yamcha.
But in this life, after checking out her old friend, arguably the first real friend she had ever made... Bulma thought twice, and thought again, and realized that what she was thinking of sounded pretty swell.
She knew him best. Better than anyone else knew him. Better than she knew Yamcha... when she thought of him, she knew that he was sweet, loyal, caring and honest. He might be a bit childish, but Goku had a sort of charisma and charm that she couldn't help but think fondly of.
And that was why she was now walking into the same hotel room as he was, right behind him. He was already removing his day clothes and getting ready for bed when she interrupted him.
"Oh, hey, Bulma!" he said, grinning in that charming, carefree way that before used to be adorable, but was now setting her heart aflutter. "Did you need me for anything?"
Of course he'd ask that. Always so quick to offer a helping hand. "No, Goku. This is actually my room too," she said, smiling widely at him. "Feels like old times, doesn't it?"
Goku chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. "I guess it's like old times, huh?" he replied. "I thought I was rooming with Krillin."
"Well, those were the initial arrangements, but I changed them," she said, simply. "I'm the one paying for the rooms, so naturally, I get to decide who rooms with who," she said with a wink. She also thought of the assist she had thrown someone else, but that was neither here nor there. "Is that a problem?"
Goku laughed. "Not at all! 's nice!" he said, "we haven't traveled together in a long time!"
"We haven't," Bulma agreed. "You were still a tiny squirt last we did," she added. "Now you're a grown man, a hunk even," she said with a wink. "You must've been eating well!"
"Amazing," he confirmed. "But really, you look just the same as always, it's like you haven't aged a day!"
"Oh you flatterer," Bulma replied with a giggle. Though, given the way he was, she knew him to be entirely and completely honest. Somehow, it made the compliment feel even better. "Anyway... Goku, have you ever thought about... us?" she asked.
"About us?" he repeated, pointing at him, and then at her.
"Yeah... us," Bulma said, closing the door behind her, and leaning against it. "You know... our relationship with each other?"
"We're friends, aren't we?" Goku asked, tilting his head in confusion.
"Do you think we could be... more than that?" Bulma asked.
"Ooh! Like you and Yamcha?" Goku asked.
"Yes, like that," Bulma agreed. Luckily, he had visibly matured in ways beyond just the physical. She could only imagine Goku dancing about the topic in a confused fashion, but he seemed a bit quicker on the uptake than before. Still, that sweet naivete of his was showing through.
"I'm not sure," Goku asked, scratching his cheek. "I... I tried to think about it but it doesn't feel nice when I think about having that relationship with you..." he said, frowning.
Bulma almost felt like tearing up. She'd tried, taken the chance... but it would be the very first time that she would ever be rejected for anything. She knew she was pretty, she was the richest woman in the world, technically tied with her mother for that, she knew nobody would say no except someone like him, someone who had no concept nor idea of that sort of selfish interest. "I... see," she said, frowning.
"Yeah..." Goku said, nodding. "It feels... weird, like a pressure in my chest, when I think about, about you and Yamcha that way," he said, shaking his head.
Bulma's heart skipped a beat right then and there. "G-Goku, what did you say?"
"I don't think I could be that way with you, and I think Yamcha would be upset," he said, nodding.
"Goku..." Bulma sighed. "I'm not like that with Yamcha... anymore," she said, shaking her head. "Me and him... we had a few disagreements," she explained, "and well... we're not together anymore."
Nor were they, practically every other week. On and off didn't even describe their relationship. But still... some part of Bulma always knew that it just wasn't meant to be with Yamcha. She had fun with him, they had fun together, but they could barely even talk most of the time.
"Oh..." Goku said, looking down. "Is it bad that it makes me a little happy to hear that? I'm not sure why."
"It isn't," Bulma said. "It's not bad to be a little bit selfish sometimes, you know," she said, smiling at him, soaring through the clouds. Goku had, if nothing else, suggested he might reciprocate. Getting jealous of her being with Yamcha... it wasn't much, but it was something, a few embers... perhaps she could blow them into a mighty roaring flame. "We've known each other for so long... we're each other's first friend."
First real friend, anyway.
"Yeah," Goku said, grinning, "you're the first person other than my grandpa I ever met!" he laughed.
Bulma walked up to him, and her hand reached for his naked chest, tracing his muscles. "You've grown so much, you're a man now," she said.
"Yep!" Goku agreed with a grin. "Kami said I'm a fully grown adult now, which is great because from one day to the next, none of my clothes would fit me, if I kept growing like that, it'd be a disaster," he added, laughing.
"I'm glad too," Bulma said, considering he was already quite a bit taller than her. She wasn't one to be concerned with height, but she knew enough about physics and biology to know what sort of incompatibilities could arise. "So..." she said, her hand stroking his cheek. She approached his face, glad that they were close enough for this, and then approached her lips to his.
She kissed him, and in a strange way, felt an entirely new and different experience. She had kissed Yamcha plenty, but never like this... never so pure, so innocent. With him it was always hot, always needy, but never... never like this.
Never with such feelings.
And she understood, then and there, why it was different. Because she was kissing him not with lust, or passion, but with simple and uncomplicated love. Strange though it was... she had grown to love the little bundle of goofy sunshine that had grown into a sexy hunk of goofball.
"How was that?" she asked. "Did it feel nice?"
"It was incredible," Goku said. "I think... your lips might be my new favorite food," he said, licking his lips.
Bulma giggled. Of course, he could never not be silly. But that was okay.
That was what had made her fall in love in the end, wasn't it? He was so different, so completely uncomplicated and simple... and she loved that about him. She kissed him again, slipping her tongue into his mouth this time, arms wrapping around his waist. Naturally, his arms grabbed at her and pressed them together, and she taught him how to kiss for the first time.
As talented as he was for martial arts, he didn't disappoint when it came to learning this sort of art, as he quickly learned her movements and soon she was dancing tongues with him, not the desperate battle she as used to, but a harmonious dance of equals, until they finally parted.
"That was even better," Goku said, his face red and flushed.
Bulma grinned. "Why don't you sit down on the bed right there, and I'll show you something even more amazing than that," she said, licking her lips.
"I can't wait," Goku said, doing as Bulma had told him.
This was an act she had never, not once, performed for Yamcha. She'd teased him with it, of course, had eaten the odd popsicle in front of him, and she had even actually practiced quite a bit, to get ready to give it to him as a present when he earned it.
But Goku... didn't need to earn it. She didn't feel a need to make him earn it, to make him deserve it... he just did. She wanted to do it. She wanted to make him feel good. For the first time, Bulma didn't feel like she was using sex as a tool to get what she wanted, didn't see it as an exchange of favors, pleasure for pleasure, but instead she found herself just plain wanting to make her partner feel good, further invigorating her and making her more sure and confident, this was the right choice.
She grabbed at his pants, and Goku helpfully raised his hips from the bed to help her take them off, quickly revealing his mostly flaccid penis. The stimulation had already begun working on it, she noticed, and he was starting to stir.
That said...
"Woah, even flaccid..." she muttered, thinking about how he was notably bigger than her previous boyfriend. She gulped, he wasn't even hard yet! And... "do you shave?" she asked.
Goku tilted his head in confusion. "But there's no hair there, why would I shave?"
Bulma blinked. So he... plain didn't grow any at all? Well that tracked, Goku seemed to have a rather... well groomed and well kept body, which she just knew he would not be capable of left to his own devices. Sheesh, she was envious of him, not having to endure that process! She did, however, chuckle a bit. "Damn, I'm jealous, I have to shave regularly, otherwise I get hairy everywhere!"
Goku laughed. "Well, if it's that much of a problem, why not just gather the dragonballs and wish for it to stop?" he asked.
Bulma opened her mouth and then stopped. "That... is an excellent idea," she said, making a mental note of it. "Well, aren't you a clever boy now," she said, laughing. "Well, I guess you're not a boy anymore," she muttered, grabbing at his manhood, definite and undeniable proof of maturity.
"O-Oh! that... feels unusual!" Goku said.
"Reminds you of when I used to shower you, huh?" she asked, grinning. Admittedly, she'd only needed to do it a couple of times, before he got the message that she demanded a certain level of hygiene.
Goku laughed. "Maybe," he added.
Bulma smiled, and made him spread his legs a little more so she could get into a better position. Now dangling between his thighs, his cock looked even bigger. Still, she approached it with her face, and kissed the skin covered tip, stroking the shaft with her fingers.
Goku moaned, not caring to stop his voice from coming out. "That feels... funny!"
She continued, and slowly, little by little, his cock began to awaken, and she found her lips drawn into a smile as it grew to its true size, goodly and impressive. She kept stroking him, and looked up at him from between his legs. "Does that feel good, Goku? Even better than when we kissed?"
"Y-Yes!" Goku said, panting.
"Then... how about this..!" Bulma taunted, as she engulfed the head of his cock with her mouth, opening her lips wide and then sealing them around the back of his prick head, beginning to lick at the tip of his cock, the heat of it almost feeling like it was burning her, but in a gentle way.
Goku moaned, panting, his voice coming out almost uncommonly deep as he let her have her way with his body. "Ooh... I feel strange, it feels weird, like something's... building up... like my ki's going crazy!"
Bulma then combined techniques, and to finish him off, began stroking about half of his towering shaft with her hand, feeling almost like it was burning her skin off, while lavishing love and attention on the upper half of his cock, slobbering all over it, slurping up his juices, and lubricating her hand with the excessive saliva dripping down.
It was strange, but it felt so right, so very good, to be doing what she was doing. Never had she ever felt so satisfied and complete giving a man pleasure, and it was amazing to just hear his gasping moans, watching and feeling him writhe under her attentions, it felt good to make him feel good, and Bulma was so happy to see him slowly but surely come undone through her ministrations.
She sucked him, stroked him, fellated him to the absolute best of her abilities, all the practice she had done on her toys coming together.
"Ugh- B-Bulma, something's- coming," he moaned, "it feels, like I'm- Like I need, bathroom-" he panicked.
She pulled back, continued stroking him, and offered him a smile. "That's alright, Goku, it's not pee, just let it go, just let me have it all, let me have your very first ejaculation," she moaned, covering only the tip of his cock with her mouth once more, and then using both hands to furiously stroke him.
"B-Bulmaaaa!" Goku shouted, as he bucked his hips at the same time as he grabbed at the back of Bulma's head, accidentally lodging his cock all the way down the back of her throat, and then he exploded, pouring his cum directly down her throat and into his stomach.
Despite her initial panic and reflexes, Bulma managed to relax her throat, not the first time she'd accidentally taken something too deep while practicing, and swallowed around his cock, her throat working both his penis and managing to gulp down all the semen. For a moment, she panicked, that was a lot of semen, way, way more cum than she'd ever dealt with before, when she gave Yamcha the odd handjob, it seemed like every one of the loads that came out of Goku's cock was more than a regular ejaculation, and he never seemed to stop, it just kept coming, more, and more.
He relaxed his grip a little, and she pulled back, still swallowing madly as he continued to cum even as he allowed himself to relax fully and fall on his back, the bed creaking slightly, but the flow slowed down and finally stopped after a good minute of ejaculation, and she had a mouth filling load that she was swirling up in her mouth, tasting and savouring.
It wasn't bad... a bit heavy, but she could grow used to it. She finally swallowed it with a big gulp, and sighed in satisfaction. "Did you like that?"
Goku panted. "It was incredible..." he spoke, closing his eyes. "I've never felt that good, once in my life," he said.
Bulma grinned. "This is the sort of stuff lovers do," she said.
"Does... does that mean we're lovers?" Goku asked.
Bulma grinned, looking at the massive, towering, throbbing, pulsing and enticing erection that Goku still had. She got up on her feet, and hiked up her navy blue dress up to her belt, revealing her panty clad crotch, though she quickly grabbed at her panties and pulled them off.
Unbidden, a memory of Goku taking off her panties came up to her, she rememberd she hadn't noticed until later that same day... but that was not something to dwell on right now. Instead, as she tossed her soaked panties aside, the only thing in her mind was that big, thick and overwhelmingly manly looking cock.
She straddled his hips, and held him in place, teasing his cock with her pussy lips. She had never felt good giving Yamcha her virginity. Even when he'd asked more than once. It was the source of quite a few fights, that he'd had to content himself with her thighs at most.
But now?
Now she felt there could not be anything more right to do. "I guess we are," she said, finally answering her question. "And that means we should make love."
Goku nodded. "You've always known way more'n me about this sorta stuff, I'll follow your lead!" he said with a good natured smile.
Bulma grinned. "Good boy," she said, and then she took a deep breath, and lowered herself, slowly but surely, onto his cock. She had aimed well and true, and though it initially hurt, the pain of her first time was quickly overcome with the pleasure of joining together with a man she had unexpectedly grown to love.
The ridiculously strong heat of his penis splitting her vagina open was enough to break Bulma out of any sort of trance, pleasure filled her entirely and every part of her body was on fire with it, no, it was even more than that, it was like she had stuck her fingers in an electrical socket and was feeling it all over her body.
Goku was much the same, and it was obvious, as he moaned out loud, shaking a little, male instinct taking over as his hands grabbed at her thighs and he began thrusting into her. Bulma put her hands on his hard, muscular chest, licking her lips, and then began shaking her hips in earnest.
Unable to accept defeat, Goku didn't surrender, one of his eyes closed and the other barely open, moaning and panting as he clenched his teeth in an effort to keep from cumming.
Bulma was on such a pleasure high that she couldn't think about much of anything other than feeling even better, her pussy was going crazy, her pussy squeezing as she raced to her orgasm. A competitive streak of her own prevented her from accepting it as it came, however, grinning down at Goku as she doubled her speed and fucked him with all she had, as the two of them raced each other towards orgasm.
Their voices combined in a crescendo of lewdness, both of them heading together into a simultaneous climax. Bulma let herself come down, and planted her lips on his, and muffled both of them as the two of them found their limits together, and they found perhaps the one thing in the world that they were evenly matched, something that made them both as happy as could be, orgasming simultaneously, reaching the limits of their endurance together.
As their tongues danced, their sexes matched, and Goku painted Bulma within while she milked him out of every drop he had.
After what felt like an eternity of pleasure, they both finally came back to, both panting against each other, covered in a fine sheen of sweat.
"H-Hey... wanna go again?" Bulma asked, feeling him still hard inside her.
Goku grinned. "Of course..!" he said.
Perhaps it was chance that brought them together, but it would be that shared, stubborn and combative personality, that commonality among them, of two people who refused to be anything but the best, that would keep them together through thick and thin, and even death wouldn't do them part.
