In Your Dreams

Title: In Your Dreams
Author: CrimsonTide
Pairings: Vegeta x Goku

Warning: Solo action. Oooooo

Chapter 42

Not long after Vegeta had filled her in on the current situation with Goku, Bulma found herself heading to her oldest friends’ bedside. She’d been preparing for this ever since she’d learned of a Saiyajin’s heat cycle, and though her experiments were all based on a theory, she’d concocted a few serums she thought might help ease the burden for Goku.

At first Bulma had suggested to Vegeta that he use a condom, but the older man had only laughed in her face. She’d turned three shades of red when the prince had explained that ‘pathetic pieces of rubber’ could never withstand a mating between two Saiyajins and that the very idea of using one was absurd. After thinking about it, it should have been obvious really.

A low moan suddenly snapped Bulma out of her silent musings, and she hurried her pace to the bedroom. The woman slowly pushed open the door, which still sat slightly ajar, and poked her head inside. She wasn’t sure what to expect now that Goku was fully into his heat cycle. Vegeta had told her she wouldn’t be a threat to the younger man so he shouldn’t act aggressively toward her, but she wasn’t going to take any chances.

Blue eyes immediately focused on a body withering around on the bed. A black tail lashed wildly back and forth, making audible thumps against the mattress each time contact was made.

Bulma took a few tentative steps closer and steeled herself before speaking. “Goku...”

A spiky head instantly popped up and turned in her direction. Bulma stood frozen as slightly hazy black eyes studied her form, and she could tell by the twitching nose that the Saiyajin was taking in her scent.

After a long stretch of tense silence, Goku finally looked away and once again buried his face into his pillow. Bulma took this as a sign that she was allowed to enter and she quickly moved to the bedside.

The woman frowned and took note of the trembling muscles and sweat covered skin. The Saiyajin’s jaw was tense and his eyes were open only a crack, seemingly focused on nothing in particular. His arms were folded tightly against his chest and his knees were drawn up as well, curling his body into a small ball. His breath was coming in heavy rasps, and Bulma could tell he was extremely uncomfortable.

The blue haired woman quickly shuffled into the bathroom and wet a washcloth with cool water before returning to her friends’ side. She cautiously sat down in the edge of the mattress and placed the cloth on Goku’s forehead. The Saiyajin’s eyes shuddered shut and a low sigh escaped through his lips as his heated flesh was temporarily cooled.

“Goku, Vegeta asked me to stay with you. Can you describe to me how you’re feeling right now?”

The Saiyajin’s brow furrowed, though his eyes remained closed. For a moment Bulma didn’t think he’d heard her, but finally his answered in a raspy voice. “I don’t know how to describe it. I just need....”

Goku seemed to run out of words at that point, but Bulma already knew what he needed. He needed Vegeta. Unfortunately, the prince made it very clear on his way out that he wouldn’t return until Goku was through his heat cycle. He didn’t want to risk a pregnancy while neither of them were in full control of themselves.

Bulma jumped when a low growl came from the Saiyajin beside her, and the mattress shifted below her as the younger man hopped up and began to pace around the room. She watched as he walked back and forth aimlessly, and his agitation seemed to grow with each step. Bulma also noticed a wet spot at the base of Goku’s tail. He was clearly producing lubrication for a possible mating. The natural urge must have been driving him insane.

After a few more laps around the room Goku stopped and growled as he buried his fingers in his hair. “It’s so hot! How long is this going to last?!”

The older woman sighed and stood up. “I’m not sure...” She moved forward and gently reached up, taking hold of the Saiyajin’s wrists and pulling his fingers from his hair. “This could last a couple days or a couple weeks. There’s really no way to know for sure since none of us are familiar with the process.”

A look of panic flashed across Goku’s face and his mouth dropped open. “A couple of weeks?! Bulma, I can’t last that long!”

The blue haired woman clucked her tongue as she began leading the man to the bathroom. “Sure you can! You’re Goku. You can deal with a little heat, can’t you?”

The Saiyajin let out a pitiful whimper as Bulma sat him down on the side of the tub and turned the water on. She made sure the temperature was cool, but not so cold that it would make him sick. She needed to get Goku’s temperature down, not send him into shock.

The woman turned as the tub began to fill and motioned for the man to get in.

Goku looked down at himself and his face flared a bright red as he noticed for the first time that he was completely nude. He’d forgotten he’s taken all his clothes off earlier in an effort to cool down.

Bulma laughed at his flustered expression. “Now how many times have I seen you naked? There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

The younger man turned away quickly and placed his feet in the water. “That’s easy for you to say. You’re not the one who’s naked.”

“Would it help if I were naked?”

Goku visibly blanched as wide eyes turned to gawk at his friend from over his shoulder. “No!”

“Alright, then hush.”

The Saiyajin’s face scrunched up in annoyance but he said nothing. Instead he slowly lowered himself into the now full tub, hissing as the cool water burned his overheated flesh.

Bulma gave him a moment to relax and get comfortable before she reached over and turned the faucet off. Silence immediately filled the room, save for the occasional drip of water. The older woman hadn’t failed to notice how gingerly Goku moved whenever he sat down, and even now he was sitting with his legs tucked beneath him to avoid settling his weight on his backside. That led her to believe that not only was his tail producing lubrication, but his entrance must be swollen and tender as well. That was typical among animals experiencing a heat cycle, though she hated to compare her friend that way.

Fortunately the Saiyajin seemed to be calming somewhat, and he was no longer sweating.

“Feeling better?”

Goku nodded as he splashed water on his face and shoulders. He didn’t seem concerned about his nudity anymore now that he was getting some relief.

Bulma smiled and picked up another washcloth, which she immersed in the cold water before laying it on the younger man’s back. When no objection was made she leaned in closer to get a better look at his tail, all the while pretending to be focused only on cooling him down. The base of the furry appendage was submerged, but she could just barely see two swollen glands. A clear substance steadily secreted from these glands, and it floated to the surface much like oil on water would.

Bulma tore her eyes away from his tail when Goku shifted, and she noticed for the first time since he got into the tub that he was beginning to tremble again.

“Are you cold?”

The Saiyajin shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut. It was then she saw the tears leaking from beneath closed lids.

“Goku? What’s wrong?”

“I need him. It’s painful...”

Bulma lowered her eyebrows and chewed on her bottom lip as she watched more tears trickle down the other’s cheeks. She hated to see him like this, but Vegeta hadn’t told her where he and Trunks were, so it would take some time to find them. Besides, the prince had been adamant about staying away.

However, there was another option, but Goku wouldn’t like it.

“I don’t know where Vegeta is... but I do have something that might help you...”

Black eyes opened and focused on her, and Bulma reached into her pocket and pulled out a capped syringe.

The reaction was instant.

Goku’s eyes narrowed and he screamed out as he hurled himself away from the surprised woman. She nearly lost her grip on the needle as the terrified man sent water splashing everywhere.

“GOKU! Let me explain!”

The Saiyajin, who had shoved himself into the furthest corner of the tub, clutched the edges tightly as his wide eyes focused on the needle in her hand. His tail had bushed out to twice its’ normal size, and Bulma could tell the man wanted to run. The only thing stopping him was the fact she was between him and the door.

“Goku...” she said again in a quiet and calming voice. She waited until the other’s eyes met her own before continuing. “This will calm you down so that you can get through your heat without feeling any pain.”

“You want to drug me!” Goku accused. His expression hardened and his brow tightened as he bared his teeth. The sudden display of aggression surprised Bulma enough that she shifted to her feet in case she needed to run. Unfortunately, the Saiyajin took the gesture as a threatening one, and his body tensed as a growl tore itself from his throat.

“No!”

Bulma shook her head in an attempt to calm her friend and placed the syringe back into her pocket. She then raised her hands as a sign of peace.

“Goku, I would never do anything to hurt you. I’m only trying to help.”

With the needle out of sight Goku visibly relaxed. His anger seemed to melt into grief, something far more upsetting to Bulma. The Saiyajin seemed to shrink as he curled in on himself and trembled. “I don’t want another needle...”

The blue haired woman grabbed a towel and took a step forward when Goku began to rock back and forth in the water. She could tell from the glazed appearance of his eyes that he was no longer talking to her. Rather, he seemed to be reliving an experience he had in the lab as he babbled on to himself.

“You said no more needles today... you lied...It hurts so much!”

Bulma gently shushed the Saiyajin as she unplugged the tub and waited for the water to drain, all the while listening to him beg the ghosts in his head to leave him alone; to stop hurting him. It was painful to listen to. When the tub was empty the older woman stepped inside and knelt down by the still mumbling man, wrapping the towel around his shaking form and rubbing his arms soothingly.

This small gesture seemed to snap Goku out of his flashback, because he leaned into Bulma’s embrace and openly sobbed as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. The woman instinctively began rocking back and forth and crooned in an attempt to calm the Saiyajin. After several long minutes, the sobbing gradually tapered off. For a long time after that they merely sat in the damp tub, and it wasn’t until Bulma felt the body she held tremble again that she shifted.

“Come on, let’s find you some clothes before you get sick.”

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The next several days were difficult. Bulma never brought up using the needle again and Goku seemed to pretend as if the event never occurred, though he still became tense whenever she reached into her pocket for something.

Still, the Saiyajin spent a lot of his time sitting in a cold tub. He refused to leave the bedroom and accepted very little food. Aside from Bulma Goku allowed no visitors. This was mostly out of embarrassment, but it was also because he wasn’t sure what his reaction would be to certain people. He didn’t want to hurt anyone should he feel threatened by them or jump them if he was attracted to them.

However, the Saiyajin doubted he’d want anyone aside from Vegeta.

Thoughts of his mate often made his heat even more unbearable. There were times when the urge to have sex became so overwhelming that it was painful, both physically and mentally. One thing was certain, he wouldn’t last much longer. He’d either die or go insane before his heat was over at this rate.

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It was late, and Goku once again found himself unable to sleep. His body tingled all over, and his backside throbbed in the most embarrassing way. He wanted Vegeta there, inside him, moving with him and touching him. The urge seemed stronger at night, and this night was no exception.

By now the sheets were covered in sweat, and Goku found that lying on the damp fabrics only made his skin itch more, so he rolled to his feet and shuffled over to the window. He gazed outside at the clear night sky, and his fingers twitched as the urge to fling the window open and escape washed over him. He quickly fought down the need to free himself from his self-made prison and backed away.

The Saiyajin turned back into the dark room and moaned as another wave of heat washed over his body. He quickly stripped off his shirt and threw it aside. Unfortunately, his temperature only seemed to rise.

Goku turned his head back to the window and his heart pounded in his chest as the light from the nearly full moon touched his now bare skin. Again the urge to feel the night air rustling through his hair came back with a vengeance, and despite his mental screams to stop, his feet carried him back to the window.

With the flick of his wrist it was open, and Goku closed his eyes as the cool night air rushed inside and dried the sweat that covered his skin. The Saiyajin’s tail swished behind him as he placed one foot on the sill and balanced there for a moment before launching himself into the sky.

For the first time in days Goku laughed as he gathered his ki and sped off in a random direction. The city faded into the distance as he spun and flipped around in the air. A startled owl screeched as he blasted past, and this only caused the Saiyajin to laugh harder and pick up speed.

Within minutes Goku found himself flying over a densely wooded area, and without even a second thought he dove down through the tree’s canopy and landed on the soft ground. He broke into a run without missing a beat, and as if on autopilot, the Saiyajin bounded over a hill and landed amongst a herd of grazing deer. A low guttural growl rumbled deep in his chest as the frightened animals scattered, and Goku took off after the first one that caught his eye. Catching the fleeing creature was an easy task, and the Saiyajin pounced onto the deer’s back and cracked its’ neck with the flick of his wrists. He jumped off as the animal collapsed to the ground, dead before it even hit the dirt.

A shiver of delight shot down Goku’s spine as he crawled up to his kill and sunk his teeth into its neck. Hot blood immediately seeped into his mouth, and the Saiyajin’s eyes drifted closed as a rumbling purr filled the night air. He lapped at the wound for a long while, even after the blood stopped flowing, but soon his feeling of content passed.

Again Goku felt his body heating up, and that throbbing sensation returned with a vengeance. With a low whimper the Saiyajin stood and stumbled away from the deer before collapsing beside a nearby tree. With his back resting against the trunk, Goku wiggled out of his pants until they bunched around his feet. A blush spread across his face as he spread his knees and slowly reached down between them to grasp his hardened cock.

A hiss escaped through his teeth as he stroked the hot flesh, but it soon became apparent that his touch wouldn’t be enough to satisfy him. He hesitated for a moment before he let his hand slide down lower until his fingers brushed against his entrance. His back arched as a wave of pleasure coursed through his body the second the contact was made, and Goku’s tail curled itself around his erection so he could move both hands to his opening.

Still blushing, the Saiyajin spread his legs a little wider and scooted further down the tree for better access, and he ran a couple of his fingers around until they were coated with his own natural lubricant.

Goku watched as he gently pushed a single digit past the resistant ring of muscle, and his eyes nearly rolled back into his head in pleasure. He slowly worked that finger around to loosen himself up before adding a second, and he couldn’t stop the low moan that escaped from his throat. The Saiyajin tightened his tail around his cock as he slowly pumped his hand back and forth. Goku squirmed as he trailed his free hand along the sensitive flesh of his inner thighs, and it wasn’t long before a third finger wiggled its way inside.

The Saiyajin keened and panted as he tossed his head back when he hit his prostate. His entire body jerked as pleasure coursed through his veins like an electric jolt, and Goku shoved his fingers inside himself with renewed vigor to get more of that feeling. His hips rocked back and forth as the pressure in his loins grew more intense, and just as his toes began to curl and his climax approached, a low voice from behind him left Goku frozen in place.

“Kakarotto.”

---TBC----


A/N - Don't you all just hate me right now? *cackles* I'm evil.

Anywho, I posted this a day early because a hurricane is headed my way and I didn't want to risk losing power and now being able to post at all this week. So, if I disappear for a bit, I most likely got blown away. Check Kansas, I might be there :P