Here is chapter 2. Hope you're enjoying it so far.

We drive along just above the water, Chichi staring straight ahead.

Another thing I loved about her: those attentive eyes.

The way they looked at me; a glance from the side when she's cooking. How they'd roll up and back down when I'd bring in a trail of dirt at the end of a long day. Her coy ones, when we first got married and she was still so shy when she lay down beside me at night, that hardly looked at me at all. I wanted to see that again.

What happened in the last few months?

When did we become people who were once so in love we couldn't wait to see each other, to being people who just lived with one another?

And why?

I simply stared at her. Every little while she'd look back, and smile. But neither of us said anything.

We simply drove forward and onward. To the stores or wherever Chichi wanted. (As long as I was with her.)

We pulled into a small parking lot, and got out. Chichi pressed the button on the dashboard, reaching over the door of the un-domed car. The vehicle reverted back into a capsule which she promptly tucked into her purse.

She looked at me and nodded her head towards the mall. She turned on her heels, her sleeveless, dark purple qipao swaying just a little as she did, and walked forward.

We walked into the mall, and immediately the rush of peoples voices becomes nearly overwhelming.

Chichi sees me completely stunned by the uncommon surroundings, and holds my hand as she drags me past stores full of clothes, bags, hats and more.

We turn left and walk past more shops. She stops at a large store full of food. She lets go of my hand and walks towards these strange contraptions- almost like wire cages with no top and four wheels. Chichi told me it was called a shopping cart.

She rolled it forward, her purse in the front, putting in different things as she walked. I watched as she seemed to pile what seemed like everything I liked into the cart as I silently followed along.

Eventually I grew bored of watching food be put into the cart since I wouldn't be able to eat any of it at least until we got home (as I was repeatedly told).

So I started to watch Chichi.

Her strong arms as she grabbed each item.

The nape of her neck, exposed in each turn of her head.

Her hair, beautifully up in a bun- not strewn around like so many other women around us.

Her face, which I only caught a glimpse of when she turned it to either side. No makeup. But a small smile which was so pure and innocent and carried into her eyes.

Her legs, taking small, slow steps forward, a small *tap* as her shoes softly came in contact with the floor.

But I got irritated at her back.

It beckoned me.

The curve of her chest. The dip of her waist. Her plump behind swaying slightly with each move forward.

It drove me crazy.

I walked closer behind her. She turned and stopped suddenly and I bumped into her.

"Goku! You surprised me, haha. Why are you so close? Be careful."

I smiled at her. "Okay."

My heart was beating so fast. And I continued to watch her as she moved towards the register.

Chichi grabbed up the bags off the long moving counter, and I grabbed them from her.

She thanked me- which only made my heart race faster. I silently followed her out the store and back the way we came.

She opened the car capsule and put all the groceries inside. Then she closed it up again and put the capsule back in her purse.

She turned and grabbed my hand, pulling me back towards the mall.

"Chichi? Aren't we done shopping?" I ask quickly. I wanted to go home. I wanted to touch her.

"I thought we'd spend some time together. We never have time for each other anymore." And she showed me that shy smile of hers I so wanted to see.

I held her hand tighter. As long as I could see that face some more, I didn't mind holding back.

Plus her hand was so small compared to my own. It was warm. And pressed against mine. I never thought holding hands was so sensual.

We walked past some stores. Our steps were slow and synchronized. Her head leaned against my upper arm.

Suddenly her head shot up. She let go of my hand. And she rushed towards a very very VERY pink store.

I began following her but stopped abruptly as I was quickly surrounded by brassieres and other undergarments of various shape, size, style, colour and texture. All of them extremely lewd. WAS CHICHI GOING TO SHOP HERE?

I noticed a couple looking at some underwear and holding hands and turned back to where my wife was walking.

I headed towards her as I tried to stop my mind from imagining Chichi in every outfit showcased on the white plastic models I passed in every row.

I saw her staring intently at a pink bra with a silk ribbon and a black one full of lace. My heart pounded as I imagined taking either off of her.

I simply stood there until I noticed her glancing at something else. She headed towards it and stopped behind a 4-sides shelf. I could hear her talking and walked towards her.

"Do you know if there's anywhere I can try these on, sir?"

The last bit caught my attention and I quickened my pace.

I turned to see her with a man with short hair, a white shirt, blue tie, and dark grey pants and vest...blazer thing. He was really dressed up.

And my wife was smiling at him. While holding up very intimate pieces of clothing.

The man gestured behind him and Chichi followed along as he placed his hand on the small of her back.

I stepped forward.

"Excuse me sir. I'm happily married, so I'd prefer if you didn't touch me in any way that might be seen as inappropriate." Chichi was so nonchalant.

The man smirked a little as the two stopped in front of a mirror.

He lowered his hand and squeezed Chichi's ass. My wife's ass.

"Would you prefer if I made my intentions clear, then?"

Chichi slapped his wrist away. "Don't touch me."

"Oh c'mon, you like it, don't you?" The man got closer and held her waist as he pushed his groin into Chichi. "I won't let your husband find out...?" He leaned forward, aiming his filthy mouth at Chichi's soft lips.

I moved forward quickly. I moved my hand between the two, grabbed the man by his buttoned up collar and pushed him against the mirror, his feet dangling in the air and hitting the slightly shattered glass.

"Stay the fuck away from my wife you pervert!"

Chichi looked at me in surprise and then turned towards the man. "Right." She punched the man square in the rib cage.

And I heard a lovely *CRACK* just as Chichi's jab recoiled and I let him slump to the ground.

Sorry if Goku's seeming a bit out of character. I just think that like, he's learned about appropriate male-female touching from his wife by now. So when he sees a guy blatantly touching his wife sexually in front of him, he'd probably get pretty pissed. Just remove it from your minds if you don't like it though, haha.

Next chapter will be out very soon.