A/N: Hi there! I sure haven't posted anything in a long long time... but I'm having a massive writer's block and I blame the stress of final exams for it. So this beginning of a plot bunny and fic was born...! Enjoy! This fic might be the only thing you'll be getting from me for a while until I have my life back in order again, haha... And yes, this is rated M for the usual reasons in my fics and just to be on the safe side.

Disclaimer: If I were Akira Toriyama would I be reading my ass off for final exams? I think not! Thus, ME NO OWN DBZ!

Full Summary: After returning from Namekusei, Goku has regained his suppressed and original Saiyajin persona and is a changed man. How will ChiChi cope with her new, savage husband? Can she survive the changes or just leave him for good? Not if Kakarotto has anything to say about it! And what about Gohan?

Pairing(s): Kakarotto(Goku)/ChiChi, maybe little flashes of developing Bulma/Vegeta.

Main Genres: Romance/Humour/Action. Some minor Drama involved.

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One Heart, One Mind

Chapter 1 – The Changed Man

Gohan crept silently in the quiet hallway, careful not to make even slightest of the sound that might give him away. A mischievous smirk crossed quickly over his childish face and he clamped a hand over his mouth to stop the giggle that threatened to escape in his giddy excitement. The small six-year-old was absolutely thrilled! Just yesterday, just yesterday he had gotten his father back and he couldn't be happier at the moment. The memory of the freaky Ice-jin lizard Furiza and the warning about Androids was just a fuzzy picture in the recesses of his young mind.

The young demi-Saiyajin stopped for a second, hesitating, his hand reached to turn the door knob. But his dad was now different, something Gohan had sensed the second the full-blooded Saiyajin male had stepped out of the space pod. His personality was darker, sterner not so pure anymore as it had before. Goku seemed to possess more serious and cunning quality to him than before and his notable cheerfulness was almost fully gone.

Gohan bit his lip nervously. But the Saiyajin was still his father whom he loved and adored... He remembered vividly when Goku had rudely barked at him to get the hell out of there on Namekusei, sharp, blazing green eyes narrowed and enraged, his expression dark and sinful... and his Dad had been so totally cool back then in his Super Saiyajin transformation.

Oh screw that! His plan was too good to be wasted just because his father had bit changed personality, Gohan decided and was glad he had only thought those words and not said them aloud. His mother would skin him alive if she ever caught him even thinking, less saying, things in such vulgar manner. To his relief and joy, the door opened soundlessly and he quickly sneaked in.

Crouching, his brown tail swishing like a cat's ready to pounce on it's prey, he stalked closer to where his two unsuspecting, or at least he hoped so, victims were sleeping peacefully. His body tensed for a second before he leapt like a panther, letting out a feral scream that could scare the remaining shit out of the dead, ready to land in middle of his parent's bed and woke them up with the most scariest way possible.

Faster than he could even think, a large calloused hand grabbed a hold of the front of his sleeping wear. Gohan's cry was cut off and he dangled utterly surprised from the hand he now identified as his father's. Gohan stared down at the sleeping couple: ChiChi nestled to Goku's side and surprisingly still asleep after his screech.

" Don't even try it," Goku grumbled quietly, now staring at his brat with half-awake eyes. Gohan stared with wide eyes for a moment before he grinned mischievously.

" Try what, Dad?" he tried innocently and was rewarded with an unexpected and annoyed growl. His father usually would have laughed with humour but this reaction to his antics was almost completely foreign. Another clue that something drastic had happened, Gohan concluded but didn't let it bother him. It was his father after all...

" Hmh... Go---uh, I mean... what it is...?" ChiChi stirred, her voice sounding little raw and strained. Now that Gohan closer inspected what should have been well-slept-night face was replaced with with dark bags under her eyes and general tiredness.

" Feh... the brat just woke us up," Goku informed her crossly instantly receiving a disapproving glare from tired ChiChi.

" He's not a brat!" she growled at him lowly in Gohan's defense, defyingly, head held high.

Goku cast her a blank look which melted into an amused and knowing smirk. ChiChi bristled visibly up and narrowed her black eyes even more at the man who shared the bed with her. Gohan, still being held up by Goku, sensed something deeper was going on here but couldn't understand his mother's words. Technically he was a child and a brat was just one way saying it and like it mattered to him how his father called him as long as he didn't consider it insulting or hurting. Still, something was amiss with his dear parents: something drastic and big.

Goku chuckled darkly and threw Gohan suddenly away harshly. ChiChi's eyes widened in shock and instinctively reached for Gohan even if she knew it was futile and besides, she was stopped effectively by her husband's arms. "You...!!!" she hissed angrily. Gohan flew across the room little startled by the sudden throw and about to hit the wall when he almost casually flipped over, landed on his feet onto the wall and sprung back, performing few somersaults in mid air and landing softly onto the end of the bed.

He confusedly giggled and looked little sheepish. Goku smirked in what could be interpreted as pride and ChiChi's eyes were little wide: scared and amazed at the same time. She really had never seen her little boy's martial artist skill in use before and the easiness and casualness he had executed the moves with was just little unnerving and another reminder that her son was an half-alien. A Saiyajin half-breed to be more precise.

" See, Chi. No worries," Goku chuckled and suddenly wrapped his arms possessively around her much smaller frame and nuzzled her neck gently. ChiChi felt blush covering her cheeks and her eyes darted around wildly. Only the sheet covered them and to her horror she just could imagine how much of mess the bed must be under it.

" But Gohan is...!" she tried, feeling embarrassed by his forwards behaviour in front of their son.

"I'm what?" Gohan asked confused, not quite understanding what his mother was fretting about. Goku was hugging her and she was blushing, that's all.

" Uh... hungry!" she said swiftly and Gohan immediately perked up and his stomach growled in anticipation of food.

" Sounds good to me..." Goku purred into her ear and underneath the covers his other hand was drawing dangerously close to her nether regions and ChiChi was suddenly reminded they were both stark naked after the night. She definitely understood what he meant by food, also.

" Kakarotto... " she squirmed uncomfortably, half of her wanting his strong fingers where his hand was slowly traveling to and the other half wanted to get the hell away from him.

" Kakarotto?" Gohan echoed, sounding quite bemused, " Isn't that what Vegeta calls you? Your Saiyajin name?"

" Yes, and that's my name which will be used from now on, hear me?" Kakarotto barked at his son who only nodded, puzzled. " I'm a Saiyajin after all, not an earthling. I may use the name Son Goku on occasion, though..." ChiChi cringed at his words, looking quite defeated and slightly angry.

" Oh..." Gohan's mouth formed an 'o'. It made sense. His father was a Saiyajin and his birth name was Kakarotto so why not call him that? Gohan himself was quite sure that if people stopped using his given name and called him something else that he didn't agree to he'd be angry too.

" So why you don't go catch us some breakfast, huh, if ya're hungry," Kakarotto suggested and Gohan smiled. He'd get to decide what they'd eat for breakfast: fish, Paozusaur, wolf or some other animal.

" OK!" He chirped and shot out of the room and soon scurried across their garden and disappeared into the forest in a blink of an eye. ChiChi gaped at Kakarotto openly, not knowing if she should run after Gohan to make sure he didn't hurt himself or slap the thing that called himself her husband silly. She opted for the latter.

" You brutal devil!" she screamed and turned to slap him viciously. She lashed out and Kakarotto caught her wrist with ease and a smirk but his eyes bordered on dangerous glint. ChiChi didn't care about these warning signs and angrily tried to slap him with her another hand but it was captured as well. Desperately she wriggled and yanked but no avail. She wasn't getting her hands free. Kakarotto glared and hauled her up, their faces inches from touching.

" What are you doing, bitch?" he questioned lazily with a sharp edge in his voice. ChiChi gulped and shivered: his breathing was hot on her lips and the grip on her wrists firm. At least he had unwittingly managed to send Gohan away when things would go ugly, she dreaded in her mind. Despite all her rational thoughts her temper got best of her.

" What does it look like? I'm trying to slap you silly, you devil!" she spat savagely her teeth clicking together as she attempted to bite him on the face. He was too fast and moved his face just out of her lunging range.

" Fiery female I'll say... foolish woman... didn't last night teach you anything, hmh?" Kakarotto told her wickedly, their faces now only millimeters apart, lips almost touching. Chichi gasped at the almost contact between them and willed herself to calm down. His warm and muscular body smelt musky and male, like some foreign spice not found on Earth, so good. His thin and hard lips, so hot and cruel on her lips on flesh...

" Only that you like raping helpless women!" She dealt the defending and attacking blow and Kakarotto only laughed in mirth.

" Raping? You have fucking wild fantasies, Chi... last night you were screaming for me, begging and moaning for more of me, harder, deeper. You think I can't smell your sweet arousal right now, bitch? You're practically reeking of it; of want, of need..." he whispered huskily, his lips ghosting contact on her lips, cheeks and chin.

ChiChi trembled at his words, the previous night vividly implanted into her memory and Kakarotto tightened his grip on her.

" You're my mate, my wife as in earthling terms, my other side of my soul, hell my fuck toy and whore if I will so and there is hardly anything you can do about it! You may have wished for something completely else in a future husband: a good job from nine to five, normality and complete devotion for you, mellowness and obedience, other means of providing for family than random fighting tournaments and their prizes... Son Goku wasn't any of what you hoped and wished for him to be but neither am I. We're the same person only with different nature for fundamentally we're exactly the same. I don't think you believe me but I'm very capable of riding that yellow cloud Kintoun. You're stuck with me for the rest of your life. The funny thing is: you wanted an educated scholar but got a savage Saiyajin warrior instead for your husband but you know what's even funnier? You had had a crush on Son Goku forever and when he finally was yours he was total opposite of your ideal lifemate and despite that all you fell in love with him. He fell for you against all odds, too... You might want to fight it for all you can but you love me and I as absurd as it sounds I fucking love you, you bitch..." Kakarotto rasped out forcefully after his long and taunting speech.

ChiChi listened in almost trance-like state, her breathing coming all the more faster. No she didn't love this Kakarotto, the cruel Saiyajin warrior, but Son Goku, the gentle saviour of Earth. There was no way...! She'd get her real husband back...! She didn't love him like this...!

" Believe it or not, female, what Son Goku's feeling and emotions are and were, were and are also mine. I was dormant all the time until Namekusei and the transformation to Super Saiyajin. Those woke me up and erased the fake persona installed by the ravine accident a long ago... I know all the things he does; I have have all his feelings, memories, experiences. I am he, no matter how much you deny it, woman." He stopped once again and locked his coal black smouldering eyes with her just as dark fiery eyes and continued mockingly. " It must be so very awful: your husband is a savage and cruel warrior and son pretty much following in footsteps: he's already quite formidable opponent, wild, untamed, ah so disobedient when it comes to homework... no civilized and educated scholars in sight for hundreds of kilometres."

ChiChi scowled and seethed at him, cursing her own body and mind for betraying her like this while he spoke and held her in iron-like grip. As aroused and angry as she was, ChiChi knew Kakarotto was talking the very truth. Kakarotto/Son Goku and Gohan really weren't what she wanted and hoped in son and husband but that didn't mean she didn't love them! She loved Goku, she loved Gohan but now way in hell that feeling extended to Kakarotto as well! She was a princess and she didn't fall for such scum!

" Now you listen, buster! I don't even like you so how do you think I'd love you, monkey man, I'll---"

" Ah ah! Such sharp tongue and fiery soul..." he licked his lips and growled. Lightning fast he let go of her hands and cupped her face with his rough and calloused hands before she could even blink in confusion. " Do you know how fuckable you are like that? I don't know if you realize, wench, but your fiery temper was one of the main things that attracts me, attracted Son Goku to you, in the first place, even if it doesn't show that much!"

ChiChi's eyes had only time to widen as he claimed her lips in brutal kiss, his hard and hot lips searing her soft ones with fire, sending tingling along every nerve in her body. She gasped at the feeling, her lips parting and Kakarotto wasted no time and conquered her mouth with his tongue. ChiChi moaned involuntarily and Kakarotto purred contently: her mouth was hot and sweet and completely his. Dominating her, he wrapped his sinewy arms around her naked body and crushed their bodies together lustfully. ChiChi struggled weakly, but his hands now kneading her ass and his mouth doing wonders on hers were making it extremely difficult.

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Gohan skipped happily along the river bank, throwing his clothes off while he ran and left a trail of scattered clothes in his wake. He'd catch a fish for breakfast; the biggest fish his Dad had ever seen! Should it be good old razortooth or maybe yellow gill fish? Or a mountain trout? Could he find a hard-scaled blue fish? All the options made his mouth water. ChiChi was an excellent cook when it came to fishes thanks to Goku and his love for fish which was now obviously also transferred to his son.

" Nh?" he stopped and frowned at the the direction of his home. His father and mother's chis were fluctuating strangely but it was not an unfamiliar phenomenon. As long as he had been able to sense chi it had happened only once between his parents; namely last night. Gohan's young face screwed up as a primal and deep-rooted basic instinct told him it was nothing to worry about and he really shouldn't stick his nose to in any circumstances. He couldn't help wondering what in the world could cause such an reaction in chi in both of his parents' energies at the same time...

His stomach growled in hunger.

" Oh never mind... I better catch that fish before I starve to death where I stand!"

Gohan was quite sure his parents knew how to take care of themselves. His father was, after all, the Super Saiyajin and his mother could scare almost anyone shitless while in a bad mood. Letting out a wild yell he dove down from a cliff and splashed into the water. All the big fishes were immediately at attention for a rare treat and racing to sink their needle sharp teeth into their helpless prey. It was a pale being with black hair... The fishes stopped as they had swam into a wall, eyes bulging in fear and recognition. It wasn't the bigger pale one but it was his offspring, just as lethal for any fish's health and sanity! With silent screams all the razortoothed carnivore-hunting-and-man-eating monster fishes swam away as fast as their fins allowed them from a little six-year-old just getting breakfast...

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ChiChi was red in the face as she stormed out of their bedroom, the redness due to embarrassment, satisfaction and anger his chuckle following after her. Her hair was mussed and her gait just a bit staggering from the short romp just few minutes earlier with her supposed husband. Inwardly she cursed her own weakness: to let that savage beast touch her like that!

The princess banged the bathroom door shut and quickly turned the shower on. She stepped in, not caring if the water was quite chilly for cold water was just what she needed at the moment to cool down her raging emotions and wash away the joyful signing of her body she detested. ChiChi was furious with herself and she stubbornly stood under the cold stream of shower, her inky black hair gluing to her back and shoulders, letting the water wash away his touch, kisses; smell and heat off of her skin.

Slowly her jaw began to waver, partially because of the coldness, but mainly her emotions which raged like a hurricane inside her. Hot tears spilling from her dark eyes almost burnt like fire on her cheeks ...like his heated kisses... ChiChi hugged herself and let out a choked sob. How she had dreamed of his return, waiting eagerly for their reunion as husband and wife. His, her Goku's, black eyes burning for her in passion as they made love... But no! He came back as a different man; savage and wild warrior, unlike her gentle Goku.

"Fundamentally the same my ass!" she seethed as tears rolled down her face. ChiChi for the first time in her life was confused and didn't honestly know what to do. The Son mother heard quiet predatory steps walking in the hallway and go down stairs and a faint, cheerful yell of her son rang. He had obviously caught a breakfast fish.

Well, she wasn't a mother who'd let her son go on with an empty stomach! ChiChi turned the water off and steeled her mind. Let it be known to that Saiyajin that she was only coming down to make breakfast for Gohan. Total ignoring of Kakarotto's whole existence was in order right now, she decided fiercely. She was quite pissed off with the invading man and icy, silent treatment was what he was going to get until she got her feelings under control again!

ChiChi sighed, building walls around her resolve and existed the bathroom. Quickly dressing haphazardly in random pieces of clothes she found she headed towards her queendom: the kitchen, filled with icy intent. If there was one place in the house she'd always rule it would hell damned be her kitchen! The Saiyajin man could starve to death for all she cared!

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A/N: The next chappie: THE BREAKFAST ORDEAL! Don't you just love Goku's so called darker side? (snickers evilly) Just how badly will Kakarotto and ChiChi clash? Muahahahaaa! (thinking all the future possibilities) and then I could---!! WAIT A FUCKING SEC?! (Stares at the readers) You're still here? Uhm... BYE!( pulls out the plug and the screen goes black)

P.S: Honestly can't say when next chapter of any of my stories will be up but I'll try!