A/N: I've had this idea in my head for a verrrrrrry long time, ever since I noticed how willing Chichi was to swap husbands with Bulma. In comes fanfiction! I do make Goku a bit darker in this story, but come on. By the time DBZ is over, Goku hardly has anymore wool pulled over his eyes. His character in this short fic is a play on that. 2A.M... I should so be sleeping.

Disclaimer: I obviously do not own any of the characters in this story. If I did, half of the crap I write would become canon. Oh joy. DBZ and the like are property of Akira Toriyama. Thanks for letting everyone borrow your characters, man. On behalf of all DB/Z/GT fans, we love you!

Enjoy!

Sweet Revenge

How did I end up here?

Better yet, why am I here?

I look to down to see this beautiful woman pounding herself over and over on my hardened length. Her messy blue bangs are attached to her forehead via sweat, sweat that drips from her being and onto my lips each time she leans over to gain leverage on my solid chest.

I don't belong here.

I belong at home, with my wife of twenty years.

Not here with my arch rival's wife.

Yet, I just can't bring myself to care.

And neither can she.

We both know very well what our other halves are doing: The exact same thing as us. I know very well that Chichi is sharing our bed with Vegeta, as is Bulma sharing theirs with me. Why the four of us all stay married as opposed to divorcing and remarrying, I haven't a clue. Our conversations and gatherings are now as awkward as ever, each one of us looking for that slight chance to steal away from the crowd and into an empty bedroom. Each with the others' half.

...It honestly is sickening.

Never in all of my years did I ever imagine I would be here having sex with Bulma Briefs. This woman is as close to a sister I could possibly ever have. Doesn't that count as incest? Isn't this wrong?

If it is wrong...then why am I feeling so good...?

Why is it that this lonely woman is bringing me so much more pleasure than my own wife every could? Has this been building up for years? Is that why this feels the way it does? I leave no marks on Bulma, not a single trace that says I was there, that I touched and kissed her skin; yet, when I come home to Chichi...she has bite marks on almost every inch of her body. In a way, I do believe that Vegeta finds some sick twisted pleasure in having sex with my wife. I really honestly think that he takes it as a way to get back at me for me being stronger than he is, and having always surpassed him. Little does he know that I could care less.

It is totally wrong of me to be completely fine with my arch rival bringing my own wife to new heights night after night. But as I say that, I'm also currently doing the same to his wife. Bulma tosses her head back as her final orgasm of the night crashes into her. Her walls clench around my length as I grasp her hips lightly, making sure that it isn't enough to leave bruises as I empty myself into her. Her body then falls to my chest as we lay there for what feels like an eternity. Only the sound of panting fills the room, as does the occasional swallowing. I can't help but feel the slightest bit of disgust knowing that I just poured my very essence into my childhood friend. She seems more than content as her nose brushes against the base of my neck in affection. My disgust then turns to rage as I know Chichi is doing the same to Vegeta at this very moment, possibly doing even more.

Why is it that I still feel protective over her? I can't even remember the last time I had myself embedded inside of her. Chichi admitted to me one day that this whole adulterous affair with Vegeta had started during those seven years I was dead. She claimed that she just couldn't be alone anymore, and that human males couldn't do the trick for her. "I needed someone who would fuck me up a wall," was how she put it. Apparently they only beings capable of doing that are Saiyans.

Do I feel betrayed...? Yes, I guess you can say that. When Chichi first told me about how Vegeta had emptied himself into her being freely, I was outraged. The very first thing I wanted to do was slam my fist through the man's head, but I knew that wouldn't solve anything. Instead of going after Vegeta's blood, I settled with being content that she had never conceived any of his children.

...I'm still waiting for the final reply on that.

Am I just having sex with Bulma out of revenge? I know for a fact that I feel nothing towards this woman. There is no ounce of love for her that exists within my heart, other than the love I feel for her as a friend. Honestly, I believe that it is better off this way. I don't even know how or when this whole "act of revenge" began. I guess you could say it was at Bulma's New Year's Eve party a couple years back, after I had first returned. I had been up since early that morning. Chichi had asked me to plow the field in back of our house for whatever reason. I didn't really understand her request, but I did it anyway to avoid hearing her nag. Later I got some training in, and after we headed to Capsule Corp. All four of us: Chichi, Gohan, Goten, and myself. I had asked Bulma if I could use one of the spare beds to take a nap; I was absolutely shot. She kindly agreed, shooting me one of her signature winks, and I proceeded to...well, take a nap.

I awoke to the sound of the door creaking open and a light being turned on. In stumbled Bulma. I couldn't tell at the time that she had had one too many to drink. It wasn't until she crawled up the bed and latched her mouth to mine that I knew, for her mouth had the distinct taste of vodka. Her hands made quick work of my garments, my mind still trying to make sense of what was currently going on. By the time it had, her mouth was already attached to my member, and my fists were gripping at every strand of hair her head possessed.

I guess that's when our side of the affair began.

What I think is worse is that I can't tell if I still love my wife. In a way I want to, yet knowing that another man has touched her in the same way I have completely tunes me out to that idea. It's more than possible that this was Vegeta's whole plan from the beginning. He's an awfully sick person. He might have changed on the outside, but he is still that cold-hearted, ruthless prince who arrived on Earth those many years ago. He knows all too well that I sleep with Bulma almost every chance I get. Do you think the man would attempt to kill me for it, as he's tried killing me for everything else? Believe it or not, this is the one thing he hasn't tried killing me for. I know, I'm just as lost as you are.

I don't think things can ever go back to the way they were. I know Bulma's body all to well, as does Vegeta know Chichi's. I'm ashamed to show face in my own house knowing that I've just claimed another woman hours before, yet Vegeta walks around gallantly. Maybe this is one battle he's finally won. He's right: I am too soft. My heart is too pure for things such as affairs. Though I have never shed a single tear through this entire ordeal, my body definitely has, and I'm sure Bulma is aware of that.

All I can do is thank Kam-er...Dende, for the children not knowing about this.

That is, at least I think they don't, more so that I hope.

A/N: GAAAAH I BROKE THE FOURTH WALL ONOESSSSS! Suck it up. Vegeta does it all the time c;

Happy New Yearrr~!