"UWAAAAAH!"
The loud wailing of their daughter shattered the tension in the air, pulling both lovers abruptly back to reality. The passion that had ignited like a blazing fire vanished in an instant, replaced by the urgent cries of their child.
"I-I'll go check on her!" Bulma stammered, stepping back hastily. Before Goku could say a word, she spun around and dashed out of the kitchen, her heart pounding for an entirely different reason now.
She held Bra in her arms moments later, rocking her gently as the baby's cries began to settle. A soft smile touched her lips as she pressed a kiss to her daughter's forehead.
A part of her was relieved that Bra had interrupted them before things escalated further. But another part of her—one she didn't want to acknowledge—wished she could have silenced her just for a few more minutes.
No… how could I even think that? she scolded herself, shaking off the thought. Her daughter was the most precious thing in her life.
Still, she couldn't ignore the way her body still tingled from Goku's touch, how her mind replayed the way he had reacted to her. She needed to talk to someone about this, someone she trusted.
Tights.
That was the only person who could help her process what had almost happened.
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Meanwhile, Goku sat on the bed in their shared room, dressed in an orange anorak and black pants—clothes he had picked out with Bulma when they moved in. He stared at the ceiling, deep in thought, trying to make sense of what had happened between them in the kitchen.
At first, it had just been a kiss. That was nothing new—they had kissed plenty of times since the start of their relationship. Even using their tongues wasn't unfamiliar anymore.
But something had changed today.
When their bodies pressed together, when Bulma touched him the way she had, an electric sensation had shot through him, a strange force he had never felt before. It wasn't just excitement. It was something deeper, more primal.
An urge.
An instinct.
A powerful, undeniable need that told him to take her, to claim her. It was the first time he had ever experienced such a feeling, and it both confused and intrigued him.
His mind had told him to stop, but his body had refused to listen. And Bulma hadn't stopped him either. If Bra hadn't cried at that moment, what would have happened?
"I didn't know that loving could be so difficult," Goku muttered under his breath, exhaling a deep sigh before covering his face with his hands.
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A heavy silence hung over the dining table as they ate, their minds preoccupied with unspoken thoughts.
Bulma had tried calling Tights several times, but there was no response. Either there was no signal, or her sister was simply too busy to answer. That left her with only one option—talking to Goku directly.
And she could tell he was thinking the same thing.
Goku was eating more slowly than usual, his appetite present but his mind clearly elsewhere.
She sighed, realizing someone had to break the silence. "Can you pass me the ketchup?" she asked, holding out her hand.
It wasn't what she wanted to say, but it was a start.
"Oh, sure," Goku nodded, handing the bottle to her. Bulma took it and slowly poured it over her food, her fingers tapping lightly against the glass.
Their table was designed for five people, but tonight, it was just the two of them. One day, Bra would sit with them, joining their little family dinners.
"Listen," they both said at the same time, their voices overlapping. They blinked in surprise before sharing a small, amused smile.
"You first," Goku offered, his smile growing. He had a feeling he already knew what Bulma wanted to talk about.
Bulma hesitated before exhaling. "About what happened earlier… that was my fault," she admitted. "I saw you half-naked, and with a body like that, I couldn't resist my natural impulses. I'm sorry… I probably ruined everything."
Goku stared at her, then suddenly chuckled. Without a word, he reached out and cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing over her skin.
"That's not true," he said. "If I'm honest, I couldn't control myself either. Something inside me was telling me to keep going, but… I thought that might not be a good idea."
"It's not that it wouldn't be good…" Bulma murmured, placing her hand over his. "But maybe it would've been a little too fast for us. I think it's better to take things step by step. Don't you?"
Goku nodded. "Yeah. That makes sense."
They both smiled, a silent agreement passing between them. There was no need to rush anything. They had their whole lives ahead of them.
After a moment, Goku smirked and leaned back in his chair. "If you want, cough we could go cough to a karaoke and see who sings better," he said, pretending to clear his throat as he shot her a teasing glance.
Bulma burst into laughter. "Oh, you're on! But let's make it interesting. If I win, you change Bra's diapers for a whole week. If you win, then I'll do it."
"I accept that deal!" Goku grinned, shaking her hand firmly.
With the way Bulma sang, he was sure he had this in the bag.
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That night, Goku and Bulma lay peacefully in bed, her arm draped over his back in a lazy embrace.
They had spent the evening at karaoke, then gone for ice cream, and finished the night with dinner at a restaurant. It was becoming their daily routine as a family—Goku training for a couple of hours, Bulma taking care of Bra's bedtime routine, and then them enjoying a quiet moment together.
Of course, karaoke had ended in disaster for Bulma.
Goku had won. By a landslide.
Even the owner of the place had admitted it without hesitation. Bulma had unknowingly created a monster—if Goku ever decided to become a singer, he could probably sell out concerts.
"Food…" Goku murmured in his sleep, drooling slightly against his pillow.
Bulma rolled her eyes but smiled.
Then—
"UWAAAAHHHH!"
Bra's loud cries shattered the silence.
Bulma sat up instantly, turning toward the crib where their daughter lay wailing. She sighed, her motherly instincts taking over as she scooped Bra into her arms, rocking her gently.
"Sshhh… it's okay, sweetie. Mommy's here," she murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Bra's forehead as she hummed a slow lullaby.
Bra quieted for a moment, then let out another cry.
Bulma turned on the bedside lamp and sat down at the edge of the bed, slipping one strap of her nightdress off her shoulder as she positioned Bra to nurse. Her daughter latched on immediately, her tiny hands resting against her mother's chest as she drank eagerly.
"That's it, baby… drink as much as you want," Bulma whispered, watching her with warmth in her eyes.
Minutes later, after pacing the room and rocking her gently, Bra finally fell asleep again. Bulma placed a soft kiss on her forehead before settling her back into the crib.
She turned toward the bed—
And scowled.
Goku was still fast asleep, completely unfazed by the ear-piercing cries from just moments ago. He was snoring lightly, his bat-shaped sleep mask still in place, looking as peaceful as ever.
Bulma's temple twitched.
"That idiot… even with Bra crying, he didn't budge?" she muttered through gritted teeth.
Without thinking, she kicked him off the bed.
With a loud thud, Goku landed on the floor, blinking up at her in confusion.
Bulma burst into uncontrollable laughter, the sound echoing through the dimly lit room.
Goku groaned. "What… just happened?"
Bra, in her crib, let out a tiny giggle in her sleep.