"An Acquired Taste"
ChiChi raised herself up on her elbow so that she was hovering inches from Goku's face. Giving her a soft smile, he leaned forward and whispered soft nothings into her ear. She giggled childishly and kissed up his neck to his mouth where she promptly inserted her tongue. Goku brought his hand up and rested it on the back of her head, pulling her closer to him. He opened his eyes and met her steady gaze. They seemed to smile for a second and ChiChi was astonished at the maliciousness of them. He bit down hard on her tongue and she drew back in a yelp of pain.
ChiChi put her hand to her mouth and watched in horror as Goku began blurting the loudest most annoying beeping sound she'd ever heard. She leaned forward and did the first thing that came to mind.
ChiChi slammed her first down hard on her alarm clock sitting beside her on the table beside the bed. She leaned forward and put her hand to her mouth. She could taste something salty and discovered that she'd bit her tongue in her sleep while dreaming. She felt beside her on her husband's side of the bed and felt that it was empty.
Sighing, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and slipped her bare feet into the awaiting slippers just below the bed. She padded her way down the hall to check on Goten and then continued on her way down to the kitchen.
Leaning over the sink in the kitchen, ChiChi turned the knob of hot water and let it run for a moment before she began spitting into the stream of water. She waited until the last of the red could be seen in her saliva was gone before washing her hands and turning the water off. She sighed loudly and turned to look out the window, which was open and letting in a chill breeze. She shivered slightly as she moved to close the window, but as she did so a piece of paper caught her eye.
Picking it up, she read:
Good morning ChiChiMe and Vegeta went out to pratice alittle bit.
i dont no wen we will b back, but leave out sum food on
the doorstep for me.
XOXO
Goku
ChiChi stifled a sob as her son walked into the room. Goten sat himself down on one of the barstools next to the counter and looked up at her with tired, drooping eyes. She faked a smile and patted his head.
"So, what'll ya' have for breakfast, munchkin?"
Goten shrugged and said "Iunno.. aren't you and dad supposed to be doing something today? A lunch date?"
"My, aren't you perceptive. Yes.. we were, but dad's busy with training today." She shrugged, hoping that would end the conversation and put her son's overactive pursuit of justice to rest.
"Mom, isn't that the third time this month? You should start putting your foot down. That's what my girl always does with me. Me and dad, we're a lot alike. You gotta remind us of stuff or we'll forget. If you want me to go find him, I will."
She shook her head almost violently and said "Don't worry about it, Goten. Thanks, but I don't really need the help of my 15-year-old son with my husband." And in a sweeter tone she offered "So, what about that breakfast?"
He gave her a look of disgust and got up off his stool. He towered above her, and was only getting taller. However, ChiChi was used to this kind of attitude from both her husband and eldest son Gohan, now married toVidel and out of the house. Instead of moving toward he, he backed up into a cabinet and turned around to open it. After skimming the labels of various boxes with his fingers, he tapped the one he wanted and grabbed it out of the cabinet.
"Cap'n Crunch. That's my choice, mom. Why don't you go wallow in self pity over at Bulma's or something?"
"You have no right to say something like that!" She stormed out of the kitchen flinging her hands into the air.
ChiChi's lower lip trembled as she slowly padded her way back up the stairs into her room where she broke down into ugly sobs that she let no one but herself see.
How pathetic could one housewife possibly get? First, her husband leaves her in the middle of the night to go train with his best friend, and now her son, the supposedly understanding one, is treating her like some kind of whimpering dog that's shying away from her own husband.
ChiChi hadn't quite been the same since Gohan got married and moved out. She was determined to keep Goten a baby as long as she could possibly do so. The transition of not having Gohan around anymore had obviously been effecting Goku as well. He barely even looked at ChiChi anymore.
How long had it been since they made love? Six.. seven months? ChiChi lost track of the days, and it was true. She did spend a good amount of her time crying into the arms of Bulma, her best friend and wife of Vegeta. Bulma was used to this neglect, Vegeta had never been much of a family man, but she heard that they had incredible sex. Which was more than ChiChi could say for her and Goku's relationship.
When did she become such a wimp? Why is it that she can't even find it within her to tell Goku exactly when she's feeling even the least bit upset anymore? What's missing? Is it the sex? Is it Gohan? Is it her age? Saiyans don't age nearly as fast as regular humans.. maybe she's getting too ugly because of her age?!
No.. Goku was shallow, but never that bad.
ChiChi wiped the last of the tears away from her cheeks and shrugged off her bathrobe. She slipped off her slippers and walked over to the mirror in the corner of the bedroom. She watched her reflection as her hand began to trace the wrinkles of age on her face. She ran her hand down her chest and over her breasts, watching them slowly come to life. She smiled a faint smile and stood with a little more confidence.
She was still a beautiful woman.
With a bit more resolve, ChiChi walked across her bedroom and sat down lightly on the still unmade bed. She picked up the phone and dialed the phone number that she did almost every day.
"Hi, Bulma? It's ChiChi. I'm coming over. I'll be there in a bit. Okay. See you later. Bye."
She placed the receiver down slowly into the cradle and watched her alarm clock tick slowly and quietly. She got up slowly off of the bed and walked into the bathroom, turning the knob of hot water all the way to the left, letting the scalding water run down her arm before turning it back slowly so that it was more comfortable for the rest of her body.
She folded her arms over her chest and furrowed her brow in thought. They had had takeout Chinese food last night. Her fortune said something strange, but she couldn't quite remember it. She racked her brain until it finally came to her.
"Tomorrow, your life will take a dramatic turn."