In Your Dreams

Chapter 42

In Your Dreams: 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?!''