Raditz gave Bulma's hand a little rub as he brought them up the stairs to his home. They had taken a quick stroll through the park, but there was a chill in the air and they had agreed fairly quickly that, regardless of activity, they most definitely wanted to get inside. A light rain had started to fall as they parked the truck in the carport, and by the time they had hit the stairwell, both had gotten fairly damp. They did not mind, though. In fact, they had been laughing all the way in.
The tall young man used his free hand to get the keys back out of his pocket. But a damp hand and poor focus let the keys straight from the pocket to the floor. Both of them knelt down to grab them, but only succeeded in bumping heads into one another.
"Ow!" Bulma laughed. "Okay, lesson learned. Next time someone drops something, I'll ignore it!"
Grabbing the keys off the floor, Raditz shook his head and chuckled. "Oh, I think that's not necessary. Tell you what, next time I drop something, I'll just take a giant step back and tell you to grab it."
The former heiress smacked her new paramour. "Jackass!" The word hardly carried weight behind it, though, as she continued to giggle as the door was unlocked.
"Maybe, but at least I'm cute!"
The door gave way, and the two rushed in. "Shoes, shoes!" Raditz quickly said. "I don't want to have to try to get mud out of the carpet!"
Bulma laughed and shook her head, but she did comply. After all, that apartment had basically become her own home, and if she made a mess in it, it was well within reason that she was going to be the one who would have to clean it up. As she undid her laces, a quick shiver rocked her. "Geez, it's cold in here!"
"Yeah, I'll get the heat on," Raditz answered, removing his jacket and putting it up on the hook. "You're going to want to get that sweatshirt off before all that water soaks completely through and gets to your lower layers."
"Right." Stepping out of her shoes she peeled off the sweatshirt, but that only served to make her colder. The rain had not reached her that much, and the warmth that had been trapped close to her by the sweatshirt was deeply missed the instant it was gone.
Getting the heater going, Raditz did not miss the fairly intense shivering the girl was experiencing. "Geez," he grunted, shooting to his feet. "You didn't tell me you were that cold!" He snatched a blanket from the back of the couch and got it over her shoulders as quickly as he could. "There you go." His hands outside of the blanket, he began to rub her shoulders and back. "Come on, I'll get some coffee going and warm you up."
Bulma nodded and followed along as he led her to the couch. "Bless you, good sir," she said through her shaking. "Man, I didn't realize it was that cold!"
"Well, give me ninety seconds and I'll have fresh warmth loaded with caffeine headed your way," he reassured.
"Have I told you lately how wonderful you are?"
He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before he got up and made good on his word. As he let go of her, though, she desperately missed the warmth that his body provided. "Holy crap," she muttered, wrapping the blanket tighter around her shoulders. "Okay, think of coffee, think of coffee, think of coffee, think of coffee…"
"Is that the sound of an addiction I hear?" Raditz laughed from the kitchen area.
Bulma grumbled. "If I say yes, does that get me coffee faster? Because I'll do it!"
Raising an eyebrow, he asked, "See, now I don't know if I should be getting you a cup of coffee or price checking rehab centers."
"As you command, my queen."
It felt like an eternity had gone by before Raditz finally showed up with a full cup of her preferred drug. "Here you go. Sorry, you have to take it black. The milk got left out, so, uh, yeah. No milk."
Greedily she took the cup from him. It was far too hot to drink still, but she reveled in the heat that radiated from the mug through her hands. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!"
Laughing lightly, Raditz put his hands back on her shoulders and began rubbing again. "Well, if that's all it takes to get overwhelming gratitude from you, then my job as your husband is going to be reeeeaaaally easy."
"As long as you get closer to me so I can steal your body heat," she responded, turning so she could get her back flush against his chest, "then yes, I will be a very easy wife to please."
Large hands found themselves moving from her shoulders down her arms. He had intended to rub her back, but clearly that was not going to happen. As he watched her smile and lean further against him, he wrapped his arms around her, her slight torso almost entirely enveloped. She sighed happily and brought her head back, resting it on his collar bone as she tried to do the impossible and get even closer to him.
A slight hiss escaped him as drops of scalding coffee flew onto his arms. Without a word he reached for the mug, and was slightly surprised when she surrendered it immediately without any resistance. He delicately placed it down on the coffee table, and smiled as she grabbed his arm and guided it back to the embrace it had been in a moment earlier. His hands continued to rub her, trying to warm her and offer comfort simultaneously.
Bulma inadvertently let out a low moan, enjoying both the massage and the warmth. All of her tension melted away as his hands worked away. Slowly they migrated, moving from her arms to her abdomen and her sides. Blood began to move faster under the pressure. Going with her impulses, she turned her head, still resting on his shoulder but pressing her forehead against his broad neck. The sensations pouring through her body were ones she was not intimately familiar with. They were new and wild and, while they scared her a little bit, she still found them thrilling.
She had never been alone with a man in such a way before. Her fairly isolated upbringing had meant few dating opportunities, and none of them had ever led anywhere. The boys she had seen the occasional movie with had, from time to time, tried to cop a feel, but their advances had all come off unwell. This, though, was exciting. His movements did not threaten her in any way. She was confident that if she told him to stop, he would. And yet somehow, that knowledge just made it all the more sensual. He was not the hormonal boys who had pursued her in the past. He was a man, confident and in control. It was wonderful.
Slowly she rotated completely, shifting so she was sitting in his lap. Her hands slid into his hair as she pulled him in to a deep kiss. Both of them drew a deep breath through their noses as they pulled in as closely as they could, leaving not even a little space between their bodies. Once more his hands were on her back, but this time they were under the blanket. With a moan she slid one of her hands from his hair to his back, running nails over his shirt.
He hissed slightly, never fully breaking the kiss as he enjoyed the feeling. As she continued to work on his back he shifted their weight and brought her down, guiding her back gently against the sofa cushions. Instinctively her knees bent up and her thighs pressed against his sides. They continued to kiss passionately, their breathing increasing, their skin starting to flush, their blood boiling together. Slowly his large hands slid from her back to her waist, his fingers slowly finding their way underneath her shirt. When she did not oppose, he slid the rest of his hand under her top and ran up the skin of her back.
Part of her mind screamed for more, daring him to tear the clothes from her body and have him touch every part of her, wanting the feeling to escalate further with each and every movement. But another part of her mind began to light up, and it drove her to place a hand on his chest and pant, "Wait."
Though it was not what he had been hoping for, he respected her request and halted. His breath was ragged as he pulled back just enough to look into her blue eyes, his hands remaining on her flesh until further notice was given.
Breathing hard, she pat his chest a couple times. "I…I'm not sure I'm ready for this."
He nodded and pulled back completely, his hands leaving her and several inches of couch suddenly appearing between them.
Bulma propped herself up on her elbows and raised an eyebrow. "Um, I think I may need to clarify," she said. "I'm not ready for the full on, clothing shredding, people will tell tales of this through the ages sex. I would, however, still like it if I could be held and maybe, I don't know, kissed? This isn't a hands off moment, it's just a 'okay, we found the line' moment."
"Oh," he responded, sliding closer to her once more. "Sorry, just don't want to push too hard."
With a laugh she sat up, making sure to keep the blanket on her shoulders. "And I do appreciate that, I really do." Wrapping the blanket snuggly around herself, she cuddled back up with him. "It's one of the things I really like about you."
Gently he wrapped his arms around her again, a slight furrow in his brow as he thought of something. Softly he asked her, "Have you slept with anyone before?"
Several seconds went by as she situated herself against his body, almost nervous to answer. "No," she finally said. "I haven't." As she got comfortable, she returned the question. "Have you?"
It was his turn to feel awkward as he answered, "Yeah." Never before had he felt there had been anything wrong with bedding the women he had dated before, but somehow, with the inexperienced girl in his arms, he felt almost dirty.
She looked up, catching his eyes. "How many?"
Clearing his throat, he asked, "Is it really important?"
"I'm marrying you pretty soon, aren't I?" Bulma pointed out. "And we're probably going to do it eventually. So doesn't it make sense for me to find out what your 'magic number' is? And isn't it better that I find out now instead of after our wedding?"
"You know," Raditz responded, "this is the single weirdest relationship I have ever been in. I didn't even know you last week, and now we're talking about the importance of knowing the magic number before we get married in the near future."
Bulma frowned. "Are you getting cold feet about this?"
"Hey, I said it was weird, not bad," he pointed out. "In an odd way, this actually feels very right. Right?"
She smiled up at him and kissed him tenderly on the lips. "Yeah, it does," she softly answered. "It's like fate went out of its way to make sure that you and I found each other." Another kiss was pressed to his mouth. "So what's your number?"
Raditz groaned. "Should I just get my stuff and toss it on the couch now?"
"Yeah, I'm spending my first full night in your place kicking you out of your own bed," she sarcastically returned. "That's a great way to start this marriage. Now come on, fess up, what's the number?"
"What's the number?"
He glared at the wall, not happy with where the conversation had gone. "Eleven, alright?"
She kissed him, and placed her hands on his cheeks, forcing him to look directly at her. "See?" she tenderly pointed out. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"
"A little bit," he mumbled.
"Oh come on," she laughed, kissing his forehead. "If I'm not holding it against you, what is there to be upset about? It's not exactly a shocker that you've had sex before. You're sweet, you're gorgeous, face it honey, you're the whole package. I'm actually more surprised that you were single."
Her fiancé cleared his throat. "I don't exactly have a history of long term relationships."
"Ah, you're the love 'em and leave 'em type?" she taunted.
"Bulma…" He sighed, recollecting his thoughts. "The longest relationship I've ever had was only two months long, and only a couple made it that far. I've never lived with a girlfriend, I've never told a girlfriend that I've loved her, and I've never even been close to thinking that I wanted to spend my life with someone. All of this is very new to me. Hell, I've never been with a girl who even cared about the number. I haven't had this talk, and honestly it's making me a little uncomfortable."
She stuck her lower lip out in a pout. "I'm sorry," she softly said. "I wasn't trying to make you feel bad."
Raditz shook his head. "Nah, don't sweat it," he sighed. "If we didn't talk about this now, it'd bite us in the ass later." He closed his eyes and relaxed in the moment as she kissed him down his jaw and neck. There was one other thing he had never done before that he was trying not to become too concerned over. He had never been anyone's first lover before. Each of the women he had been with in the past had brought at least a fair amount of experience. There was very little emotion in the activity, and the focus had always been on pleasure. But there was something different about the first time, and from what he had heard, it was often painful to lose virginity.
Waiting suddenly did not seem too bad.
Although how long that opinion would last depended on how long she was going to continue playing with his ear…
"Geez, how long does it take to get food?" Goku whined. "I'm hungry!"
Krillen shook his head. "You're always hungry. Let it go."
"Yeah, I'm usually hungry," the tall one admitted, "but not like this! Raditz knows this one. Never promise me food unless you plan to give it to me!"
"We all know that," the smaller one responded through grit teeth. "Let it go."
"Goku!" Krillen shoved his hands in his pockets and used his head to nod in Vegeta's direction. "Let. It. Go."
Red spread across Goku's cheeks as he finally clued in to what he was being told. If Raditz and Bulma were gone for an extended period of time, they were more than likely having a moment of intimacy, something that was insensitive to bring up in the presence of two people who yearned for the blue haired beauty.
"Sorry," he softly said. When no one answered, he sighed and looked around the hallway. Chi-Chi had fallen back asleep, and the boys had left the room to let her get her much needed rest. Leaving the hospital was not an option, not if they wanted to get the food that had been promised to them. Goku was willing to wait it out, as was Krillen, but with every passing minute Vegeta was becoming more and more convinced that even a full meal was not worth staying there. There was very little to entertain them there, and between Goku's incessant squirming and the fact that he had to turn away any time someone walked down the hall to hide his half broken face, Vegeta figured he had about five minutes left in him before the stress got too high and leaving was his only option.
Goku stretched out, lacing his fingers and popping his knuckles. "Does anyone here have money with them?" he asked. "I'm sorry, I know this sounds stupid, but if I don't get a sandwich or something I think I'm going to lose it."
Without saying anything, Vegeta pulled a five dollar bill from his pocket and held it up, allowing Goku to snatch it. Though both of his companions wondered where it had come from, neither one of them dared to ask. It was what was needed in the moment, and there had been a lot of looking the other way over the years. Goku issued a very quick thanks and got up. "Who's coming with me?" Both his companions remained motionless, and Goku rolled his eyes. "Look, I'm sure the wall is very interesting for the two of you to stare at, but come on, you're not going to make me go alone, are you?"
Krillen stood quickly, but Vegeta stayed down, defiantly crossing his arms as he kept eyes dead ahead. The message was clearly received, and the other two left him in peace.
When they had entered the elevator, Krillen hit Goku in the shoulder. "You seriously couldn't have lasted a few more minutes?"
Goku frowned. "We don't know how long it's going to be," he pointed out. His mind just barely managed to catch his tongue before he made a comment about how long the new couple might remain gone if they were really going at it. As naïve as he was, he knew the relationship between his brother and Bulma bothered Krillen just about as much as it bothered Vegeta, and he was hoping to not upset anyone any more than necessary. "Look, I'm really sorry. I haven't eaten a lot in the last few days, and with everything that's been going on and how crazy everything's been, food seemed like a really, really good thing to focus on."
Letting out a sigh, Krillen shook his head. "I guess you have a point."
They hit the ground floor, and Goku pat his friend on the back. "How are you holding up with all of this?" he gently asked.
Krillen shrugged. "Not great," he admitted, "but that could just be the exhaustion talking. I think we all know that I never had a shot with her."
There was such innocence in the way the question was asked that Krillen could not help but smile. "Come on," he laughed. "I'm four and a half feet tall, I'm not exactly a looker, and I'm a total smart ass. Girls don't go for that."
Goku quirked an eyebrow. "What the hell are you talking about? Yeah, you're a little short, but you look fine and every guy is at least a bit of a smart ass. And if being a smart ass is a deal breaker for girls, then guys like Raditz and Vegeta wouldn't ever have hope."
"Okay, you might have a point with that last part," Krillen agreed, "but let's face it, when was the last time you heard of a guy like me getting a girl like Bulma?"
"When was the last time, other than Raditz and Bulma getting together, that I heard of a guy like anything get a girl like anything?" Goku countered. "It's not like we go to the movies or watch T.V. or anything. And just because Bulma's taken doesn't mean that you're never going to find someone. You're a good guy, Krillen. That's what girls really want in the end. That's why Chi-Chi likes me!"
With a chuckle of derision, the smaller one retorted, "Chi-Chi loves you because you're a nice guy, but I have a fairly strong guess that she noticed you and talked to you long enough to find that out because you're six foot four and good looking."
Goku shrugged. "Think what you want, but I promise you, you'll find someone someday. I know it." Their conversation shifted to what they were going to get with their five dollars, and they were fortunate that it did. Unbeknownst to them, sitting among the many people getting a bite to eat, their social worker was finishing up her own meal. She had watched them enter, and had watched and listened with great curiosity as the boys entered and ordered. They had come dangerously close to letting out information that could have damned them all. The woman cleared her table and left the room, a smile on her face and none the wiser to the true nature of what was going on.