You know,... I found this ring. I couldn't absorb it, and I just felt like it would be such a shame to lose it so... d-do you mind if you keep it safe for me, Amy? -puts on finger-
...Z-...Zelda... -Already on one knee and holding her hand for the rite, he opens his hand under hers, and she feels the ring.-
-puts ring on her finger- It.. it goes on like this right? Hey, Chichi. The man told me that it's the strongest thing in the world. Isn't that cool? It's super strong! Just like us!
I promise, I didn't steal this one. -winks as he pulls out a ring, bending down to one knee- But I promise you... I'll steal every breath, every kiss, and all that love is from none other but your heart, Carmelita. No matter what safe I have to crack, security tight or not, I'm coming for you and only you.
I couldn't afford a ring, so will this drilled through bottle cap work?
Goku didn’t quite know how long he had been under the warm
water. His mind was racing with so many
different scenarios of the future; all of them involving his wife and son. He
was so emerge in his thoughts that he didn’t even noticed when Chichi walked
in, pulled the shower curtain and turned off the water off.
“Hey.” She whispered
as she stepped inside the shower with him.
His blue eyes stopped staring at the wall to look down at
the naked woman beside him. “What are you doing here?”
Chichi scoffed. “I live here.” She said before closing the curtain behind
her. “You were taking forever and I wanted to take a shower too.”
“I think he is old enough to know when his parents need some
alone time.” She answered right back.
She grabbed the shampoo bottle and looked up at him with an innocent smile on
his face. “Turn around.”
Goku couldn’t help himself. His wondered over her body for a
couple of minutes, simply watching her open the bottle, put some shampoo on her
hands and moving closer to him, close enough to lather up his hair.
interrupted him as she pulled him by the hair. “Bend down, geez I’m not that
Goku obliged. He moved his head low enough for her to
scratch and lather his head. His hand moved to turn the water faucet back on,
rising her lower body for his visual pleasure. That same hand moved to touch
the wet stomach as Chichi continued to wash his hair. He titled his head to the
side, his other hand moving to press itself firmly against the strong abdomen.
He was amazed at how quickly she had molded her body to the way it was before she
gave birth to Gohan. The small feminine muscles where there in full display for
him and him alone.
He remembered how awkward it was for him to see the body
slowly change month to month. He didn’t fully understood, all he knew that his
son was growing strong inside of her.
“That tickles, Goku.” Chichi said as she grabbed his
forearms and moved him under the shower’ rising the suds off of his head. She had a soft shade of pink across her cheek
and nose. Ten years being married and she still got the butterflies and became
shy every time she had intimate moments like these with her husband.
“Sorry.” He mumbled
as he continued to roam her body. “ I just…”
He grabbed hold of her waist. “ Love you.” He muttered, moving her closer to him.
Chichi blinked amazed.
“Are you okay?”
He nodded and touched his forehead with hers. “I’m fine.”
“You don’t seem like it.”
She whispered wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
Goku closed his eyes and shook his head against her. “I am
fine, Chi.” He reached forward and captured her lips with his giving a simple
and gentle kiss.
Chichi sighed into the kiss, relaxing under her husband’s
strong body. Her hands roaming from his head, the back of his neck, his broad
shoulders down to his strong chest. Her fingers lingered there, feeling the
strong heart beat underneath the skin. She pulled away and looked down,
watching the bubbles make trails down to his chest then falling down the deep
lines of his abdomen muscles until they became lost in the patch of hair.
Her eyes shot back up to stare at the dark blue eyes that looked
intently down at her with want. “Goku?”
He had gotten a hold
of her soap; the one that always made her smell like his favorite cake. He
ignored her calling to him as he lathered his hands and turned his attention
back to her body. He connected his eyes with hers before he took a step forward
and began to stroke her hips, covering her in soap suds. He smiled at that. He
worked his way to her sides, her breast and then down her arms. He then slowly
pulled her towards him, getting her under the shower head as she has done with
He got on his knees, his hands working on the strong muscle
legs that his wife possessed. First the ankles, then her well defined calves,
the back of her knee, which made Chichi shudder and hold herself steady by
grabbing his shoulders; later on her luscious thighs.
He sighed at the contact. He massaged her before moving
forward and pressing his lips to the wet skin. His ears picked her moan. He
smiled and gave her another kiss, slowly moving higher.
She was leaning against the wall, her hands grabbing
fistfuls of Goku’s blonde hair as she tried her best to control her elaborated
breathing. She opened her eyes and looked down when she felt him stop all
together. She looked down and found the gentle saiyan looking up at her with
that spark in his eyes, the one she knew well.
He nodded. She really didn’t need to say anything else. He
licked his lips, stood up and went in for a breathtaking kiss. There it was again;
that scent that threw him over the cliff and that evoked the most primordial
needs inside of him.
The simple taste of her lips and the softness of her wet
skin drew him mad with need. He wanted and need more of her. He cupped her
cheeks and pried her mouth open, deepening the kiss.
She wrapped her arms around his waist, pushing herself closer,
if it was even possible. Her knees shaking with want.
Without thinking it twice, Goku picked her by her waist,
feeling her muscular legs wrap themselves around him. He pulled back from the
kiss and turned the water off.
She whispered in his ear before she turned his face back to hers and
kissed his lower lip.
“You know me, always trying to save the planet.” He chuckled
as he slowly made his way to their bedroom.
He settled her down on the bed and coming to rest beside
her, looking down on her, his hand laying over her stomach. Million things came
rushing to his head. Should he tell her? Should he let her know that there was
a big possibility that she was pregnant and if she wasn’t pregnant…
His thoughts were interrupted when Chichi pulled his face
down for a kiss, holding him steady as she covered every inch of his lips with
soft caresses, her strong scent, engulfing him like a ravenous fire.
He pulled away and cupped her face, looking down at her soft
features. If she wasn’t pregnant… He
sighed and covered her mouth with his. If
we keep this up…
“Goku…” She whimpered
almost pleading when he pulled away yet again from the kiss.
So many things could happen. He wanted to make love to her.
His body was definitely showing off the effect she had on him but If he did and
she became pregnant? What if I die?
“Goku?” She brushed
her lips against his earlobe as she called out his name, pulling him down to
stroke her entire wet body against him.
How could he just die knowing that she was carrying his
child? Could he hurt her like that?
“Would you be kind enough to kiss me once again?” She asked
staring at his cloudy blue eyes. In all the years she had know Goku she had
never seen him with such a troubled expression on his face. Not even when that
time on the tournament when Piccolo had drilled a hole to his chest and all
hopes of winning had faded away.
He looked like he really was worried about something. She
cupped his face in her hands, rubbed his cheeks sweetly. He closed his eyes and
shook his head as if he was thinking and making decisions. Chichi frowned and
pulled his face in for a kiss.
This time, he did answer her. He squeezed her a little too
hard for her liking, earning a gasp of air from his wife. He watched her dark
eyes spark with that hint of passion he knew of so well. Her hands made a trail
down to his hips making him suddenly shudder with need.
His first thought was to completely forget everything and
notice the woman that touched him. He wanted her; the scent she was carrying
was driving him completely and utterly mad. There she was, touching his hips,
trailing soft circles over his sensitive skin, forgetting all together of the
strength he carried in his Super Saiyan form.
She didn’t care. She wanted him and that’s all that matter
right at that exact moment. He could hurt her, there was no doubt in her sane
mind that he possessed the strength to kill millions with one just ki blast,
yet there he was, concentrating, looking at her, kissing her so softly that it
made her tremble.
He could never hurt her like the way he was about to do now.
Yes, many times he had forgotten about his own strength and things had gotten
out of hands. Even when they were intimate as if they were now, he thought with
his instincts not with his head. At the
end of it all, when she laid in his arms, gasping for air, waiting for both of
their heart beats to come back to their normal rate, it never matter. He was
there to hold her; she was there to love him. It didn’t matter if there were a
bruise here or there. It was part of what made their relationship work.
How could he lie to her, or rather, keep information from
her? It was his child for goodness sakes; she needed to know what was going on
with her body. But what if he told her right now? What if she found out later?
They needed to win the Cell games…
He pressed his face to her neck, inhaling that essence she
always carried his hands trailing over her sides making her hot just for him.
“What’s wrong, Goku?” She asked; when he pulled away to
gently kiss her upper lip. She could make out some tears that had began to
gather at the corner of her husband’s eyes. She froze under his body. He had never
cried, or at least show that he was about to…
“I love you.” He
blurted out, hiding his face between her breasts, his hand pressed to her
stomach, as if wanting to protect it from the future. “Don’t you ever think
otherwise. I love you and Gohan more than anything in this universe.”
Her hands scratched the back of his neck, feeling the
tension building up inside of him. His grip on the bed sheet was almost painful
to watch, she was glad that that one hand touching her was being as soft as it
was. Why in the world did he felt the need to proclaim his love for her? He
almost never did. He was a man that rather shows his love through actions, not
She liked hearing him say it though. She loved hearing those
words escape his lips and then be followed by actions. Who wouldn’t?
“I know you do.” She
answered him back, coaxing him to relax. “You don’t need to tell me.”
“Good.” He nodded. “I
want you to always remember that, no matter what happens, okay?”
“I will.” She
whispered, pulling his blonde hair and jerking his face up so he could face
her. “Will you stop acting weird?”
With a seductive smile he gathered his young wife in his
arms and settled her on his lap. His lips seek hers as he dove in and let
himself be engulfed in the fire that was his own desire. He touched her ever so
gently, igniting that same flame that she was producing deep inside of him.
He tasted her, with every kiss he gave her he let his worry
be washed away by the softness of her skin, the skin he had grown to love and
adore over the years. The skin he had learned to call home
He pressed her chest to his strong one, her moans echoing in
his mouths as his hands trailed a path of goose bumps on her sides. Evoking
feelings that she thought would never wake up inside of her.
She was scared. Scared of losing the one person she had learned
to love so deeply. She clung to his face, her tongue sneaking its way inside
his mouth as her breathing became labored. His hands found their way to her
breasts, cupping them ever so gently, scared that he might just hurt her with
his new found Super saiyan strength.
Her moans told him otherwise. He had finally master control
over his own body. She pulled away from him and gasped for air her own hands
trailing and scratching the skin of his powerful arms. When did he manage to
get so strong?
Just some years ago he wasn’t as big as he was presented to
her now. He even looked taller than when they became husband and wife. She
didn’t mind. Right now, her husband’s changed appearance was the last thing in
her mind. All she wanted to feel was him, inside of her, loving her and
stroking her in places only he had access to.
“Please.” She moaned
into his moist lips. She could feel him pressed hot and hard against her inner
thighs. She shuddered with need and
grabbed hold of his face again. “Please.”
She whispered it this time as she moved about and positioned herself
He pressed his lips to her neck, feeling the strong pulse underneath
her skin. It was fast and strong, strong enough to remind him why he was
fighting Cell in the first place. He wanted to protect her. He wanted to come
back and kiss her right on that spot when he could feel the proof that she was
alive, she was alive and she was his for the keep.
Goku closed his eyes tightly as she encased him with her
body completely, claiming him as hers one more time. His hands came to rest on
her bottom guiding her in her almost erratic movements. The other pressed her
chest tightly to his, almost not giving her enough space to catch her breath.
He kissed her one more time, holding her so close to him as
they engaged in a soft rhythm as he bounced her strong body against his own, receiving
soft moans against his ears while his lips nipped and sucked at her soft white
shoulder. He felt her hands on his hair, pulling at it as she speed up their
movements, her strong legs helping her maintain the Saiyan’s rapid thrusts.
Chichi pulled back, held his face to hers and watched his
mouth parted with the deep moans he produced from deep his chest. His eyes,
concentrated on satisfying her first above all, loving her just the way that
she deserved to be loved. Her hips turned slowly against his making her throw
her head back by the sheer pleasure that movement alone produced her.
He wrapped one arm securely around her waist while the other
one moved from her bottom up to her hair, grabbing a fist full of it. He leaned
her back enough to have a better access to her neck in order to attack the soft
skin, poisoning himself with her taste.
It wasn’t soon until he pulled her back up into a sitting
position, looked up at her half closed, lust filled black eyes. He bounced her
faster, stronger, trying to get her in that moment he loved seeing her in. “ I
love you.” He muttered against her wet
lips. His eyelids half closing as he felt his release coming up.
She cradled his face, gawking at his eyes, brushing her lips
against him as they breathed in each other’s air. She loved him so much that it was scaring
her. It scared her that in one day she might wake up and find herself alone in
an empty bed, without this man holding her the way he was, without this man
making love the way he was doing right now.
She tried her best to hide it, she tried so hard to hold in
the tears that began to gather at the corner of her eyes but with every brush
of his skin against her and every graze of their lips, her control was slipping
“I love you too.” She
said, the tears freely running down her cheeks. “I love you so much.”
It wasn’t long now. He grabbed hold of her thigh and held
her in place as she felt her release wash over him, hugging him and releasing
him continuously before he too succumbed to the pleasure her body was giving
him. He let out an animalistic roar, muffled by his wife’s soft breasts.
Her tremors brought him back to reality. He found himself
laying over her, arms over her waist as she petted his sweaty face, lovingly.
He lifted himself off her with his elbows, giving her enough
space to breathe deeply. He sometimes forgot he was much heavier than before.
“Chichi?” He frowned deeply as he saw
Chichi covering her eyes with her arm. “Hey…” He noticed the wet trail on her
cheek. “Hey, no no. Don’t cry.” He
gathered her up in his arms and pulled her in for a hug. “What’s wrong,
Chi?” He tried to give her his best
She was wiping the tears away with the back of her hands.
“You don’t cry over nothing, Chichi.” He smiled, gently
grabbing her wrist and pulling her hands away from her face. “Chi, come
on.” He kissed her forehead, the afterglow
of their love making still lingering in his core. Every touch and every kiss
spiked up his want and need for his wife.
“How can we be having a moment like this when you could
just…” She shocked on her words. “You
could just die in a day!”
Goku chuckled and cupped her cheeks. “Chichi.”
She sobbed loud and tried to pry his callused hands away
from her face.
“Chichi, listen to me.”
He grabbed her hands and placed them both over his chest, her right hand
lingered over his still fast beating heart. “I am alive now, Chichi.” He smiled tenderly as he pressed her right
hand to his chest. “See? You feel that?”
She nodded as she stared at his well defined chest, her tears
still flowing down her red cheeks.
“That’s because of you.” He said as he sat down in front of
her and trapped her with his long legs. “It’s beating like that because of
you.” He grinned.
Chichi looked up at his goody face and couldn’t help but
smile. How could he be so simple? She shook her head. That was one of the
things she loved about him; his simplicity. “I’m just worried…”
Goku nodded. “And I understand. I am worried too. I would be
a complete liar if I said I wasn’t.” His hand moved to her cheeks. “Please stop
crying. Don’t worry about what might happen when it hasn’t happened yet.” He
wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in for a soft kiss. “Let’s just
enjoy each other. We are together and that’s the only thing that matters to me
right now, Chichi. What matters is that you are here and so am I and; tomorrow
I will be here.” He rested his forehead against hers. “Please stop crying.”
She did stop crying. The sadness was replaced by a familiar
wanted she had experience a couple of minutes ago and by the looks of it, Goku
had picked on her thoughts.
He had began to kiss her with the same fire as before,
laying her down at the beds feet his
mind going back to her intoxicating scent. He sighed in the kiss and decided to
push that thought to the back of his mind as he began to make love to his wife
Gohan:*gets mad and embarrassed at the thought of letting Old Kai touch Videl* Fandom: Aww! What a cutiepie, he doesn’t want others touching the girl he likes! *squee* — Vegeta: *flips his shit at the thought of letting Old Kai see dirty pictures of Bulma* Fandom: Omg!!! He’s protecting his territory! He loves Bulma! *squee* — Goku: *leaves Chichi out of the choices for sacrifice to Old Kai and nervously makes up excuses when Vegeta calls him out on it* Fandom: HA! CALLED IT! Goku doesn’t love his wife and thinks she’s unattractive! *smug face* —
Lol, seriously! Why would anyone offer their own wife?
Before anyone pulls out the Goku-is-just-ignorant card, let me mention that he actually demonstrates that he is fully aware that men do not want their women touched by other men.
He tells Gohan, “You have a girlfriend, right? That Videl girl? I hate to ask this of you, but can you have Old Kai touch her a little?”
Why would Goku phrase it that way if he thought having one’s wife or girlfriend groped by another man is no big deal? Why would he try to hide the deal from Vegeta? Why would he look so nervous upon realizing that Vegeta has realized that the sacrificial woman being offered is Bulma?