Seeking Bulma's Aid
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chapter 11
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
Goku hovered hundreds of feet above Master Roshi’s house, holding his stomach as it did flip-flops. Hunger was something he knew quite well. Usually after a hard day of training, his hunger gnawed at him like a wild animal. However, whenever the urge to eat came, he fed rigorously until the hunger abated. At this moment, he was faced with the hunger, now seemingly increased tenfold, without edible food being an option. It was enough to make the proud and strong man cry like a five-year-old girl that had skinned her knee.
Fighting back tears, he put his underdeveloped mind to the task of figuring out what to do. The first thing that came to mind was to hunt for the dragon balls and wish the hunger away. He almost did that, until he realized that his friends wouldn’t condone wasting a wish just to feed his empty stomach. The dragon balls were powerful magic objects, only to be used for the most important things. Although being hungry might seem like a suitable reason to use them, his friends would certainly disagree. Not the mention, gathering the dragon balls would take time, even with instant transportation, and time wasn’t something Goku had. The hunger wasn’t subsiding, if anything it was getting stronger by the second. Loud, angry groaning sounds came from inside Goku, as his stomach angrily demanded to be filled. It seemed that the most fearsome enemy Goku had ever faced wasn’t some alien menace, but his own stomach.
“Calm down,” he told the furious organ. Another loud groan responded from inside Goku, telling the Saiyan that it wouldn’t be pacified with words, only food. Sighing, Goku started to rethink a solution for his food problem. Magic was out, so maybe the answer was science. The miracle of science had created houses in capsules, living robots, even space travel, so maybe it could fix his food problem. Goku knew as much about science as he did about manners, which was about nothing. But like manners, he knew just the person to ask. His wives skills lied in cooking and cleaning, both which he didn’t need. There was one woman however that knew more about science then most anyone on the whole planet. She had always helped him before, so there was no reason to think she wouldn’t now. Summoning the energy in his body, Goku teleported towards Bulma’s home. She hadn’t had anything to cure his overeating, but maybe Bulma would have something for his current woe.
Within her own house, Bulma sat down in the living room. Her hair wet from the shower she had taken after Goku had left. She had changed into a tiny pair of cut off shorts that resembled bloomers more then any other kind of pants. Her long, elegant legs were crossed as she laid back. An old low cut shirt covered her top, exposing enough cleavage to give most men heart attacks. She was bear foot, wiggling ten tiny toes as she waited for her husband to return. Vegeta had said he’d be back around this time, but as usual, he had broken that promise. She had put on this revealing outfit to surprise her husband. The romance in their relationship was almost dead. He only touched her once a month and that was mostly because of the threat of being kicked out of the house. Sighing, Bulma shook her head at her husband’s lack of interest in her body. Bulma knew she was beautiful, so how could that lunk not notice?
“-Help me now.” Half of what Goku had said was cut off, but his sudden appearance in front of Bulma and the equally quick demand nearly made the scientist jump out of her skin. Placing one hand on her breasts, Bulma tried to calm her heart down, all the while glaring menacingly at her unexpected guest. “I thought I told you not to do that!” She hissed, getting up to jam her finger in Goku’s muscular chest. Goku ignored her sour mood; too busy being concerned about his growing need for food. “I need your help, Bulma. Now.” He stressed the last part. He didn’t know fully what a black hole was, but it felt like he had one in his belly right now, sucking his insides up from deep within his belly. Narrowing her eyes, Bulma addressed Goku. “I told you medicine can’t help your gluttony problem. Weren’t you listening?”
“That’s not why I’m here. The problem is…” Goku trailed off as he noticed Bulma’s current wardrobe. He’d never really thought to much about women, even his own wife, but something about Bulma was stirring something up inside him. All that exposed flesh, still slightly damp from her shower. A strange natural aroma drifted from Bulma, making Goku shiver. His eyes wandered over all her features. The lone nearly completely exposed legs, her tanned and leaned body from walking and exercising so much, her sharp features highlighted by high cheekbones, navy blue eyes, long eyelashes, short blue tresses that clung to her head. It made him feel something for his oldest living friend that he had never felt before…
Fighting back tears, he put his underdeveloped mind to the task of figuring out what to do. The first thing that came to mind was to hunt for the dragon balls and wish the hunger away. He almost did that, until he realized that his friends wouldn’t condone wasting a wish just to feed his empty stomach. The dragon balls were powerful magic objects, only to be used for the most important things. Although being hungry might seem like a suitable reason to use them, his friends would certainly disagree. Not the mention, gathering the dragon balls would take time, even with instant transportation, and time wasn’t something Goku had. The hunger wasn’t subsiding, if anything it was getting stronger by the second. Loud, angry groaning sounds came from inside Goku, as his stomach angrily demanded to be filled. It seemed that the most fearsome enemy Goku had ever faced wasn’t some alien menace, but his own stomach.
“Calm down,” he told the furious organ. Another loud groan responded from inside Goku, telling the Saiyan that it wouldn’t be pacified with words, only food. Sighing, Goku started to rethink a solution for his food problem. Magic was out, so maybe the answer was science. The miracle of science had created houses in capsules, living robots, even space travel, so maybe it could fix his food problem. Goku knew as much about science as he did about manners, which was about nothing. But like manners, he knew just the person to ask. His wives skills lied in cooking and cleaning, both which he didn’t need. There was one woman however that knew more about science then most anyone on the whole planet. She had always helped him before, so there was no reason to think she wouldn’t now. Summoning the energy in his body, Goku teleported towards Bulma’s home. She hadn’t had anything to cure his overeating, but maybe Bulma would have something for his current woe.
Within her own house, Bulma sat down in the living room. Her hair wet from the shower she had taken after Goku had left. She had changed into a tiny pair of cut off shorts that resembled bloomers more then any other kind of pants. Her long, elegant legs were crossed as she laid back. An old low cut shirt covered her top, exposing enough cleavage to give most men heart attacks. She was bear foot, wiggling ten tiny toes as she waited for her husband to return. Vegeta had said he’d be back around this time, but as usual, he had broken that promise. She had put on this revealing outfit to surprise her husband. The romance in their relationship was almost dead. He only touched her once a month and that was mostly because of the threat of being kicked out of the house. Sighing, Bulma shook her head at her husband’s lack of interest in her body. Bulma knew she was beautiful, so how could that lunk not notice?
“-Help me now.” Half of what Goku had said was cut off, but his sudden appearance in front of Bulma and the equally quick demand nearly made the scientist jump out of her skin. Placing one hand on her breasts, Bulma tried to calm her heart down, all the while glaring menacingly at her unexpected guest. “I thought I told you not to do that!” She hissed, getting up to jam her finger in Goku’s muscular chest. Goku ignored her sour mood; too busy being concerned about his growing need for food. “I need your help, Bulma. Now.” He stressed the last part. He didn’t know fully what a black hole was, but it felt like he had one in his belly right now, sucking his insides up from deep within his belly. Narrowing her eyes, Bulma addressed Goku. “I told you medicine can’t help your gluttony problem. Weren’t you listening?”
“That’s not why I’m here. The problem is…” Goku trailed off as he noticed Bulma’s current wardrobe. He’d never really thought to much about women, even his own wife, but something about Bulma was stirring something up inside him. All that exposed flesh, still slightly damp from her shower. A strange natural aroma drifted from Bulma, making Goku shiver. His eyes wandered over all her features. The lone nearly completely exposed legs, her tanned and leaned body from walking and exercising so much, her sharp features highlighted by high cheekbones, navy blue eyes, long eyelashes, short blue tresses that clung to her head. It made him feel something for his oldest living friend that he had never felt before…
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