Chapter 7

Disclaimer-- *dances and sings* I’m out of school! I’m out of school!

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Bulma squealed with delight as she and Juu ran over the last few details for Chante’s bachelorette party. “We are going to have so much fun! Think about it, a blender, a stripper, and all the cheesecake we can eat. Ugh just thinking about it makes me want to go workout.” Bulma said amusement filling her voice.

“What time are we kidnapping her?”

“I say 9. That gives her time to think we aren’t going to get her, and J enough time to tell her he is taking her out. That way she’ll be dressed.” A small bang to her left caught the blue haired beauty’s attention, she turned to see Gohan peeking out from behind a knocked over potted plant. Bulma blew a small stream of air from her mouth and held up one finger to Gohan, signaling him to stay put. “Juu I’ve got to go. Mess to clean.” Bulma laughed once more and said, “Well I will see you tonight. Meet me here around 8:45.”

Bulma then turned her attentions to Gohan and the dirt that lay spilled across her kitchen’s tiled floor. “Here Gohan come help me.”

The little boy wiped his eyes with grimy hands, turning the dry dirt on them to mud. He nodded his head and whimpered, “I’m sorry Bulma. I was pretending I was a spy and you was a bad guy. But I didn’t mean to knock over the plant I promise.”

“It’s no problem, honey. We will get it cleaned up, then we will get you cleaned up, and then…How about we pack a picnic and go steal your daddy away from work? How does that sound?”

“Yeah!” The bubbly black haired boy began dancing around, leaving a small trail of dirt in his wake.

“Gohan! Come back here! You are leaving dirt everywhere!” Bulma’s voice echoed through the kitchen falling on Gohan just as he was about to step onto her white carpet. The tiny boy stopped, one foot in the air and his mouth open, “Gohan hold it right there.” Bulma walked up behind him and fell over laughing when she spotted the position the tiny boy had frozen into. She placed an arm around his waist and hoisted him onto her shoulder, “Alright mister, you are going to help me clean up that plant and then bath time.” Bulma used one arm to steady him and the other to tickle his small tummy.

Gohan began shrieking with delight and wiggling in an attempt to escape. “Bulma!” he giggled, “Put me down, no tickling!”

“Okay I’ll stop but only if you promise not to run away!”

“I promise!” Gohan yelled between laughs. Bulma placed him on the counter and told him to stay still, she then bent down and began to pick up the pieces of broken pottery that lay scattered across the floor.

“Boy you made a big mess today. I think we need to lock you in a rubber room.” the blue eyed woman said, trying to hide the mirth in her voice.

Gohan knew she was kidding but her words made the young boy think, “Bulma how come you never get made at me when I make messes? Daddy said my mommy hated to clean messes, and that she always yelled when he came in dirty.”

“Oh Gohan I am sure your mommy was a lovely person, and your daddy is trying to forget her. It must have been very hard on him when she died.” She grew silent for a moment then she said, “And I don’t get made because you mean to much to me. Little messes like this aren’t a big deal. Plants can be replaced, little boys can’t. See the difference?” She stood then and placed the pile of dirt and clay in the sink and then picked Gohan up and carried him to the bathroom. “Can I trust you in the big tub all by yourself? Or should I stay in here?”

“Stay!” Gohan slipped his dirty Scooby Doo shirt off and laughed as Bulma dropped a clean towel over his head. “Hey who turned off the lights?”

Gohan then began walking with his hands out until Bulma grabbed his wrists and said, “No no. You might walk into something and hurt yourself. Remember what I said in the kitchen? Can’t replace little boys. Now scoot your hiney into that water.”

Gohan did as he was told and soon he was submerged in a land of under water battles, completely oblivious to the blue haired woman singing along with the radio.

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Bulma held Gohan’s hand and the over flowing picnic basket as the two peeked into the glass windows of Goku’s martial arts studio. “Think he’ll be happy to see us?”

“Yes I do. Now come on let’s go get him, his class is leaving.” Both Bulma and Gohan ran through the door into Goku’s office, hoping to surprise him with their appearance.

“I wish he’d hurry up.” the small child sighed. “I wanna go play at the park.”

“I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time for that, don’t worry your cute little head about it.”

Gohan looked at Bulma strangely and then felt his own head, “Little? Is it to little? Is it shrunked? Like that movie!”

Bulma laughed and said, “No, it is not too little, and shrunked is not a work. Try shrank or shrunk. Come here little man.” Gohan climbed into Bulma’s lap and listened while she read him a short story about a rabbit and a turtle.

Goku grabbed a towel off the floor and wiped the sweat of his brow, “Some days I just want to go home,” he sighed to himself. “What I wouldn’t give to see Bulma right now.” As he turned the handle to his office he heard noises inside. Preparing himself for a student, angry parent, or worse he flung the door open. What actually greeted him was a pair of bright blue eyes and the back of a head covered in dark hair. “How did you guys get in here without me seeing you?”

“We have our ways. How has work been hon? We brought lunch, but you have to be willing to leave this dojo to eat. Little Go wants to go to the park.”

“I can’t believe it, I was just thinking to myself how badly I wanted you to come by. But with lunch, now that is even better!” Goku replied, a smile lighting his handsome face. “And if we are at the park I bet we can get ice cream.”

Gohan who had remained silent the entire conversation now jumped in, “Ice cream! Really! Daddy let’s go.”

The happy trio walked to a nearby park and spent the remainder of the afternoon eating, playing, and laughing. The way families were meant to be.

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Bulma hopped out of the shower and ran into her room, clad only in a towel and a smile. “Goku it has been such a great day. First you get to leave work, then the park, and now Chante’s bachelorette party! If the day gets any better, I’d swear it was some kind of trick.”

“Why do you say that? And you better get into some clothes before I don’t let you go to that party.”

“Oh haha. Like you would do that. And the reason I said that, is I never have perfect days like this. But I don’t want to jinx it, so shhhhhhh.” she giggled as she winked at him. Then she politely ushered him out the door and told him, “I will come model for my two favorite men in just one second. Okay? Well, actually…give me an hour.” She shut the door laughing and fell onto her bed, a content sigh escaping her mouth. “B girl, pinch yourself. And pray to Kami that you don’t screw up.”

One hour and 27 outfits later, Bulma was ready for a night of girl’s only fun. Clad in a short, tight skirt, a slinky blue top that seemed to be slithering when she walked, and a pair of strappy sandals, Bulma looked like a model out on the town. She gave herself the once over in the mirror before deciding she looked good enough, after all it was just her and the girls….and a stripper. Chante was going to have a good night if she or Juu had a say in anything. Bulma opened her door and wandered through her home in search of Goku and Gohan. “Guys? Are you around here? I want to show you my outfit, Goku? Anybody?”

Goku rounded the corner just as Bulma did, and when he reached to keep her from falling a small rip noise echoed in the air. “Um…opps?”

Bulma looked down and saw the small tear, but was happy to see that it almost looked like it belonged there, “You know hon, I actually think it looks better with the tear.”

Goku looked her up and down, fighting down a sudden urge to take her then and there, her outfit clung to her body like a second skin, playing off her curves and showing her perfectly toned arms and abs. The skirt fell inches above decent and her sandals had enough heel to make her long, thin legs look even longer and thinner. The aqua trussed beauty had encircled her crystalline eyes with a dark smokey shadow, making the bright blue look almost navy. All in all she was beautiful, and this led Goku to a small problem. “Um…B what are you guys going to be doing tonight exactly?”

“Oh no mister, I am not changing or explaining. You already know what we are doing. Going to Juu’s apartment and eating, drinking, and oogiling. The same thing you guys did with J. Remember?”

Goku blushed lightly at the memory of his first bachelor’s party and then shrugged and said, “Well alright then, have fun. If you need anything call me please.”

“Don’t worry I will.” Bulma leaned up and gave Goku a deep, passion filled kiss before a knock at the door and the pounding of Gohan’s feet drove them apart. “Well that’s probably Juu. I got to go. Love you honey. See you later.”

Gohan opened the door and yelled for Bulma just as she was appearing. “BULMA! Juu is here!”

“I know Go thanks though.” Bulma leaned down and ruffled the boys hair.

Gohan’s eyes widened and he whispered, “Bulma! I can see your bellybutton and you don’t even have your swimin suit on.”

Bulma blushed and looked at Goku for help. The black eyed man on the other hand was far to busy laughing to provide any kind of help. “Well Go, sometimes girls wear shirts that show their bellybuttons at night, when they want to look pretty.”

“Oh how come? If my daddy isn’t going with you why do you need your bellybutton to show?”

“Um, well what I mean is…”

“Are you looking for a new boyfriend? Do you not want to be around me and my daddy anymore?” Gohan asked his eyed brimming with tears.

“No honey! I love you and your daddy very much, it’s just that tonight I…”

“Okay Gohan I think it is time for you and I to get ready for bed. Tell Bulma goodnight and give her a kiss bye.” Gohan did as he was told and the two women smiled as he exited the room. Goku the turned to Bulma and Juu and said, “You guys have fun tonight, and tell Chante I said that goes double for her.”

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Bulma stumbled into the hallway of Juu’s apartment. Squinting her eyes in an attempt to locate the phone she finally found what she was looking for. Picking up the phone and carefully dialing the number she knew by heart she placed the phone to her ear and waited. After several rings a groggy voice said hello. “Goku honey can ya come get me?” she slurred drunkenly into the phone. “I need a ride home and I want you to come get me. The stripper offered but I want you.”

Goku took in the childish tone to her voice and the jumbling of her words and quickly replied, “Don’t move. I will be there in 10 minutes.”

“Okays baby. I love ya!”

“I love you too. Bulma I am serious stay put.”

“Okay okay don’t be such a grumpy.” she said before Goku heard a clank and a thud. He knew that she had probably just fallen, but an odd nagging feeling was at the back of his mind. Grabbing a sleeping Gohan he ran to his car and strapped the boy in before throwing all his normal driving care out the door and rushing to his love’s aid. “Bulma don’t leave with that guy just stay put till I get there.” he muttered this phrase over and over again, praying to Kami that for once in the time he had known her she would do exactly as he asked.

Bulma looked up from where she now sat on the floor, leaning against the wall behind her for support. The phone dangled over her head, it’s short cord keeping to from falling any further. She began to drift off when a deep masculine voice woke her. “Hey sexy, I wondered where you’d gotten off to.”

Bulma giggled, the compliment and her heavy buzz making her a bit giddy. “I was calling my boyfriend. He is coming here.”

“Oh that’s a shame, him to drive all this way when you wont even be here.”

Bulma may have been drunk but she wasn’t stupid, “Pardon me? I think he wants me to wait here for him, and then we are going to go back home. Sorry if you thought something else.”

“Look I told you I would take you home, and the way you were yelling and whopping when I was dancing I thought you were interested in some real fun. I think you are interested you just don’t want to admit it. So look I’ll pour you another margarita and you can come on home with me.”

Bulma looked at the stripper like he was dumb for a minute then began laughing and shaking her head. “Look man, I am not going anywhere with you. I don’t want another drink, I want Goku. Sorry but you don’t compare.”

The smirk the stripper had on his face melted at those words, and his eyes flashed angrily. “I haven’t ever been turned down by a woman, you’ll change your mind after another drink that much I promise.” He reached down and jerked her up by the arm, ignoring her cry of pain. “You better shut up. Don’t want to spoil the party for everyone else.”

Bulma’s eyes widened and she pulled her arm with all her might in a last ditch effort of escape. All her strength gone from the trying effort and her body weakened by the alcohol Bulma decided to go limp in hopes the man wouldn’t be able to carry her. Once again she miscalculated though and soon found herself being half carried half drug towards the door. The blond haired man flung the door open and pulled Bulma out with him. Her moans of pain and distress fell upon deaf ears. Once she realized they were outside she began yelling loudly. “Help!! Someone help me!” sobs racked her body and the angered man slapped her head in an attempt to quiet her. “Goku!”

Goku’s head snapped up as he checked on Gohan in the backseat, looking to make sure his son was perfectly safe, until he heard her cry for help. “Bulma! I’m coming.” The dark eyed man ran in the direction of his girlfriend’s last cry and what he saw in the open area fuelled an anger in him like no other. Some strange man was standing over her yelling as she tried to crawl away. Goku never said a word and the stripper never knew what hit him. The blond man hit the dirt before he even realized Goku was there. Bulma looked up from the ground and smiled and sobbed when she saw that familiar spiky hair. She reached up to him like a child expecting to be picked up, and her black haired savior complied. He lifted her and held her body close to his before wiping the smudged mud, mascara, and tears from her face. Then he gently kissed her and whispered, “Let’s go home and get you cleaned up. A nice hot bath.”

Then in a move that surprised Goku the blue haired beauty whispered back in a sultry tone, “A nice hot bath…together.”

Goku gave no reply he simply placed her in the waiting car and drove them both home. When they arrived at Bulma’s house Goku carried Gohan in and told Bulma he’d be right back for her. She watched as Goku entered the house before opening the car door and stumbling to her own doorstoop. “I’ll just wait here,” she muttered after several failed attempts at getting the door open. As if reading her thoughts the door clicked open and Goku was shocked to see a small blue package on the doorstep.

“I thought you were going to wait in the car.”

“I was ready to get cleaned up. That appealed to me more than the car.”

“Bulma I don’t think we should…”

Bulma put a finger to his lips in an effort to quiet him before taking a drunken step around him. “Goku follow me please.” She headed towards her bathroom on very shaky legs, stumbling once or twice before finally reaching the desired location. “Now, how about you run the water, and add a scoop of bubbles, and I’ll change. Then I’ll watch the water and you can change and then we’ll get,” and she giggled as she said the next sentence, “clean and dirty.” Bulma winked once and then slipped her ripped top over her head, letting it fall to the ground. Next to go were her shoes and skirt. Finally in a display that would have heated the water, had it been needed, her red bra and panties were shed. “Goku…your turn.”

Goku was struck speechless. He didn’t want to offend her, but he didn’t want to sleep with her either, and Kami knew that if they got in that tub together sleep would be the last thing that happened tonight. “Um Bulma how about you get in the water and I wash your hair?”

“No.” her face took on a pouty look and she tried to saunter over to where Goku stood. “Please Goku, I want you. Just get in the bath with me. I promise you will have a good time.”

“Bulma you are drunk. In fact tomorrow you won’t even remember saying this. I don’t want that to be the only thing you forget.”

When his words sank in and she realized he wasn’t going to get in the water or do anything else with her for that matter, a hurt look came into her eyes. But before any tears could fall she covered the hurt with anger, “That’s right! Of course you don’t want me? Why would you? I mean I am nothing but a fat cow! You don’t want me because I am ugly and your last wife was pretty. That’s it isn’t it Goku. Well that’s fine! You don’t have to want me, you aren’t the first to leave me. Take a number buddy. Parents, friends, and love. Nothing stays the same! Now if you’ll excuse me, this whale has to get back to her water.” Bulma turned her back to Goku and fell onto the hard bathroom floor. Goku rushed to her side and tried to help her up, “No! Don’t touch me! No we wouldn’t want that to happen.” she said in a nasty, mocking tone. “Go find some sweet dark haired woman, that’s what you want isn’t it? A new mom for Gohan, not a lover for yourself. Isn’t that right Goku? You don’t love me you just keep me because Gohan likes me, what you really want is your wife back!”

Goku’s eyes flashed, a mixture of anger and hurt. He shook Bulma once and said, “You listen to me! NOW Bulma!” This got the woman’s attention, he had never yelled at her before. “I love you more than I have Ever loved anyone. It scares the shit out of me, but it’s the truth. You mean more to me than Chi-Chi ever could. And the only reason I am not all over you right now is because I want our first time to be so incredible that you would never consider leaving me. Never. I want to be with you till I die, can’t you understand that!”

Bulma began crying then, both from shame and from the rough shake he had given her. Goku loosened the grip on her arms and pulled her close to his clothed body, “I love you. Gohan loves you, and believe me I want you for much more than a mother. Don’t believe me?”

Bulma didn’t answer aloud, she merely shrugged her shoulders and looked away. Goku grabbed her hand and rubbed it along the outside of his pants, a huge bulge catching her attention. Into her ear he huskily whispered, “Believe me now?”

Bulma’s eyes widened and a blush ran over her face before she smiled and said, “I believe you. I am so sorry, and I love you, but…oh…my…Kami I am…going to throw up!”

And she did.

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As the sun came in through Bulma’s lace curtains and woke her one thought filled her mind, “Ouch.” She felt like a vice grip had been placed on her head and someone was cranking it slowly. She forced her eyes open and was met by the smiling face of Goku. “Hey honey feel bad? You know I always heard if you throw up the night before, you don’t feel bad the morning after. And you certainly threw up last night…but you still have a head ache huh?”

“Yes.” Goku laughed at her one word answer and gave her a peck on the forehead. Bulma smiled and then whispered “Please do me a favor and remind me of what exactly happened last night.”

Goku’s smile dimmed and he shook his head, “Nothing really. You got drunk, called me and we had a bit of a fight, and then you threw up on my shoes. All in all not to exciting.”

“We got in a fight? And I threw up on your shoes!? I am so sorry! But what did we fight about? Did I say something horrible?”

“Yep. You said that I didn’t love you and that I thought you were fat and so on. But I think I made you realize that I did love you and want you.”

“Oh Kami. Goku I know you love me, what else did I say? And do you think you could whisper?”

Goku dropped his decibel and began once more, “Then you said that I should go find a ’pretty dark haired girl’ because I just want my wife back.” The obsidian eyed man smiled softly and ran his fingers through her hair, “But I know it wasn’t you talking. It was the alcohol. And my shoes…well I think you and I will have to go buy new ones.”

“Well can we wait till tomorrow? I think today shall be a day of rest.”

“I agree. Gohan is here, but I told him you were sick and he said he would be good. So you can sleep and you will never even know we are here.” He placed two aspirin and a glass of ginger ale beside her, “Take that and get some sleep, I’ll come check on you later. Love you B.”

“I love you too, and Goku…I’m sorry.”

“I know, but you were already forgiven.” Then the lights clicked off and Bulma found herself falling back to the darkness of sleep.

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Hey guys! An update! Not a great one, but come on….I’ve had a rough week! I would like to thank you for all of your support. For those of you that are curious, yes they found Holly, but no she was not alive. Her funeral was last Thursday.

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