First of all,I do not own Dragon Ball or any of the characters I will be using. If I did, I'd have a private yacht. I do not have a private yacht.

Hey there, so this is my first Dragon Ball fanfiction! I just recently got into the show again after watching it as a kid; and for some reason Goku and Chi-Chi's relationship interests me prompting me to do some speculating and ultimately coming up with this.This will be a five-shot or less giving a glimpse into what I think the first few weeks of their marriage was like, in my humble opinion.


Chapter 1: It's Really the Smallest Things That Can Make You Happy in Your Life

Chi-Chi's arms were tightly secured around Goku's waist, her cheek pressed against his warm back. Gentle waves of comforting heat radiate through the thin material of his shirt, gifting her with warmth that could rival the cold of the wind gushing over her skin as they flew through the sky on Nimbus. She could not help but close her eyes as she relished in the warmth and in the aura of strength yet tenderness of his presence.

Her mind traveled back to their wedding and the reception they had just left, prompting a smile to erupt over her features. She was truly happy; Goku made her deliriously happy. Yes, there were a few minutes prior to making her way down the aisle, Chi-Chi feared she was making a mistake by leaving her birthright to the crown and marrying a man she fell in love with when she was just a child…or well, less of a child then what she was now. However, if there is one thing Chi-Chi was, it was determined; how many other women would train in the art of combat and the discipline it demanded, to keep the attention of one man?

With sheer determination as her power source, she glided down the aisle with a grace one could only be born with, not something learned, her chin proudly in the air and her body straight and proud. She could see the small tears threatening to burst forth from her fathers eyes threatening to drown her in their emotion and prompting hers to follow. She moved her gaze from him to Goku, who was too busy fiddling with his tie to notice she had made her grand entrance. Before she could sigh, and insecurity could wrap itself around her heart to deflate her determination, Goku looked up as if he could feel her gaze on him; the look he gave stole all breath from her lungs. His gaze was filled with warmth, kindness and care that reminded her of her mother.

Chi-Chi did not know her mother, as the women had died before Chi-Chi could form her first words, but there were photos and paintings of the queen scattered across the kingdom; in each her mother's eyes were filled with such affection, it seemed to transcend time and space by enrapturing one the second they found your eyes. Her father had told her many stories about the only woman, besides her naturally, he has ever loved; in each of them she was as brave as her husband and as gentle as the summer breeze yet powerful as lightening in a bottle. She found herself blinking numerously to rid herself of the tears best she could. Maybe that was why Goku captured her heart, because he reminded her of the image of her mother she constructed in her mind. He was something so familiar to her, yet so far at the same time; an enigma she sought to understand. But regardless of the reason behind her feelings for Goku, she knew what she felt for him was true.

Minutes later she and Goku were official married, but rather than sealing their union with a kiss, Chi-Chi wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug causing the man to blush and rub his finger under his nose. She and Goku had never kissed each other or anybody else for that matter, hence even if she wanted to press her lips against his as she had seen people on television do when they were in love, the sheer embarrassment of sharing something so intimate for the first in front of her father would make her faint.

After the wedding reception and Goku eating five times his weight in food the couple decided to make their exit to the home her father had given them as a wedding gift. Neither of them was tired; Goku fueled by all the food he had consumed and Chi-Chi by the pure excitement of wedding day bliss, so they rather decided to fly to the river near their home.

"Look, Chi-Chi," Goku's excited voice exclaimed demanding her eyes flutter open.

She straightened her back, nearly lifting herself up from the cloud to look over Goku's shoulder to find the newest source of interest to him. Resting her chin on the material stretched over his shoulder, his suit jacket and tie having gotten lost some time during the reception, she allowed the beauty of the picture in front of her to paint itself unto her subconscious to relive some day in the future.

There were hundreds of fireflies, some flying against the canvas of a dark night illuminated by the presence of a full moon, others dancing over the surface of the water.

"Oh, Goku, isn't it just beautiful?" She sighed.

"Yeah."

Goku flew them to a high sturdy branch to sit on and enjoy the sight and the calming sound of rushing water around them. Goku wiggled his way out of Chi-Chi's hold so he could jump off the cloud. Withholding a disappointed sigh, Chi-Chi followed his league so he could send the cloud away; it was not as if he needed it anyway as he could fly.

She made herself comfortable next to him on the tree trunk, kicking her legs back and forth as she stared at the flowing river below their feet. They sat in a comfortable silence each thinking of about the day that had passed; Goku still tried to wrap his mind around what it meant to be married, especially after all the winks Master Roshi had given him with his enthusiastic 'bow-chicka-wow-wow' song accompanied by a smirk stretched over his thin lips.

The cool night air sweeping over her skin elicited an involuntary shiver from her lips as small bumps of flesh erupted under her skin.

"Are you cold, Chi-Chi?" Goku asked. Before she could respond that it was just an involuntary shiver the man pulled the wrinkled dress shirt from his body, leaving him only in a white vest. "Here you go?"

There was no need for the shirt, as the act alone warmed her bones. She took the shirt from him to wrap around her shoulders. Immediately Goku's scent overwhelmed, causing her face to turn a deeper shade of red.

"Thank you, Goku."

She pulled her knees to her chest, so her legs could also hide from the gentle breeze, under her wedding dress. "Won't you be cold though?"

He smiled at her that smile that never ceased to take her breath away.

"I'm not cold," he explains kicking his legs back and forth.

She wants to reach out and touch hold his hand, but for a second, she falters thinking back to all the times she initiated contact with him only to have him pull away minutes later. An encouraging voice reminding her that he is just not used to the gentle touch of a woman was all she needed to ignore her bashfulness and take his warm hand in hers.

The heat in her face now travelled to the rest of her body; not just because of the gently pulse of his large thumb drumming against her knuckle, but rather at the thought of her referring to herself as a woman and the implications of being a woman. Yes, she was 18 years old, but Chi-Chi had no experience when it came to the art of seduction. She knew the innocent love she had for Goku was pure and true, but the ladies who worked in the castle said that it was the physical expression of love that was the real treat in marriage.

Just thinking about it made Chi-Chi's body temperature rise another degree; Chi-Chi was academically familiar with …copulation, however the thought of her and Goku in such a intimate position was too much for her mind and heart to bare; just the thought of Goku inserting his p-

"Hey, Chi-Chi, are you okay?" Goku ask sensing the embarrassment emitting from her small lean body.

"Yeah!" she said a bit too loud and too fast to be shrugged off, thankful that his voice interrupted the thoughts that both repelled and fascinated her simultaneously.

His eyebrows crease, making him look so innocent all lustful thoughts evaporated from her mind immediately "You sure? You're not getting sick, right?" he asked touching her forehead with the back of his hand.

She smiles at him gently, her heart about ready to combust with joy. "I'm fine, Goku, I was just lost in thought…I was thinking about how pretty it is tonight."

She moved her gaze back to the dancing lights that could rival the stars peppering the heavens.

"It really is pretty," Goku said choosing to do the same. "You look pretty, too."

It was the sincerity in his voice that caused her head to whip to the side. Her Goku never said something just for the sake of sparing her feelings. Whatever left his mouth was his truth, so even though she felt she looked a mess with tendrils of hair tickling her face as they obeyed the commands of the gentle breeze and clothed in a shirt that hung around her like a blanket, to him she was beautiful. He was not trying to be polite like the servants of her father's castle, nor was saying it out of a sense of duty in an attempt to bolster a healthy self-image in her as her father did. No, Goku was purely speaking his truth; as if it was a known fact, such as the sun shinning in the day.

Overcome, she threw her arms around his body pressing herself deeper into his rigid and surprised body. As she was about to unchain her fingers that were weaved together behind his back, she felt Goku's tense body loosen- the hills and valleys of muscles, hiding underneath a layer of stretched skin were enjoying the warmth and presence of her body as she was enjoying his. To her utter surprise and delight, the man wrapped two strong arms around her waist pulling her closer to him. This was the first time that he has ever reciprocated contact with her; he would either uncomfortably shrug her off, or he would allow her to have her way, but never had he held her so tenderly against his body.

"This is nice, what do you call it?"

She had numerously pull his body into hers over the past few weeks, so tight it would crush the ribs of a normal person. But this felt different; this was gently. It was not as if she was trying to hold him in one place, rather she was thanking him and gifting him comfort.

Honestly Chi-Chi should have been less surprised by the question; the man was raised in the woods and lived alone after the death of his grandfather, his friends were all fighters, so she did not expect them to share long sentimental hugs after matches. But, the fact that Goku did not know what a hug was left her speechless and confused; if she should laugh at the innocence or cry that a person could be derived of such intimate human touch for most of their life. Even without a mother, Chi-Chi's father lavished her with enough affection and hugs to make up for the lack of a maternal figure in her life.

"It's a hug, Goku," she mumbled against the material of his chest.

"I think I like hugs now, Chi-Chi," he said causing his chest to vibrate against her lips.

He liked this a lot; he linked her arms firmly yet gently hold him, while her thumbs made little circles on his back. He liked how warm her small body was and how she smelled like berries and flowers.

She just smiled with her eyes closed, choosing to listen to the sound of his gentle heartbeat that met her ears like a victory song. He liked being touched by her! And he wanted to touch her back! She did not need martial arts tournament medals to feel the rush of victory; being in his arm was a victory and privilege worth more than a piece of gold.


Hope you enjoyed

-Lala