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A/N: Thank you Miyaya for being my sexy beta reader.

I am not getting as much reviews as I would like to but yet here I am torturing myself. If i don't get this idea out on paper I might have an aneurysm... I really hope that some of you do feel motivated to review v.v I am working really hard on this fic (being my first DBZ fic)

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"You let him go? The last day we can be as a family and you let him leave to see that monster Piccolo and …and what's his name?"

"Dende." Goku said, patting the table with his finger as he watched his wife, freshly out of the shower, get red with anger.

"Dende! That! A mini monster just like Piccolo! Are you out of your mind, Goku!" She asked, frowning as deep as her muscles could let her.

"Chichi…."

"No! No! You promised me we would spend these last days together and Gohan is out in Kami's look out!" She asked in disbelief.

"They are family too Chichi." He rose from his seat and made a move towards his wife.

"Don't touch me!" She pushed his strong arms away but he was faster. He cradled her and held her tightly to his half naked body. "No! Stop! That won't work on me."

"It has before." He muttered as serious as his voice could be.

"Goku! I swear! Let me go! I am taking nimbus if I have to and I will drag Gohan's skinny behind and I will- " She froze. His lips had somehow managed to lock firmly with hers. He squeezed her body tightly and pulled her to sit on his lap.

"Calm down…" He said once again, looking up at her red angered face.

"No! I will not calm down!"

"Are you kidding me?" He raised a blonde eyebrow at her. "The final day before the Cell games and you are mad at me?"

She wanted to slap him, probably punch his face and push him away, make him groan in pain, anything. All because he was right. She turned her head away, her loose hair slapping against his nose, making him wiggle it and suppress a sneeze.

"We are alone. We can do whatever we want today, and you rather be angry that Gohan left to see Piccolo?" He asked, cupping her chin and making her face him. "Really, Chi?"

"Why should I be happy? Hmm?"

"Hey, tell you what" He smiled and stood up holding her up in the air as he did. "I promise that when all of this is done with, I will do whatever you want."

She imitated him and raised her eyebrow and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "Anything?"

"Sure!" He grinned, that grin that made her knees buckle. Good thing he was holding her. "We will start farming like we used too. I will take you grocery shopping in our new car…" He winked. Oh Kami, that wink. She swallowed hard and tried to pay attention to his words. "I promise to be home a lot more." He watched the soft blush starting to form on the bridge of her nose. He pressed his lips to her temple as he took in her scent at the same time. "I promise to be with you every single night. If you know what I mean, Chi."

Chichi pulled away from Goku's face and locked her eyes with his blue eyes. "I don't think I could manage every night."

He grinned.

"I mean it. I, I am not getting any younger. You on the other hand seem to stay young forever. Haven't you notice, you haven't grown a year old since the day we got married."

"So? You were a martial artist. You've got plenty of stamina."

"Goku!" She pushed his forehead playfully, earning a heartfelt laugh from the man holding her.

"No, really, I mean it. Gohan can suffocate in his books if you want him too. I will be totally okay with it."

"Hmm." She still wasn't convinced.

"Piccolo can come…uh… maybe twice a week?"

"No."

"Once a week?"

"No."

" …Once a month?"

"Probably…" She looked at his blue eyes and stared at his handsome face grow desperate.

Goku looked down at her body which was pressed to his. He gazed at her flat stomach and then turned his attention at her dark, deep eyes. "How about we have another baby?"

Chichi's frown disappeared. "Another baby?"

He nodded. "Yes. I had fun watching Gohan grow. His first words, his first steps…"

"The diapers changing…" She smirked.

"I don't miss that."

She smiled and gently pulled on his blonde hair.

"I miss the laughter only little kids have. It would be nice to have another one, don't you think?" Goku asked, settling his wife back on her own two feet.

"It does sound nice; another baby to take care of. Gohan would be such a good big brother."

"I also liked how you looked pregnant." He said, absentmindedly pressing his large hand against Chichi's stomach.

"Ew, are you kidding me? I was a big as a dinosaur." She patted Goku's hand as she remembered how difficult it was to even walk around with such a large belly

"No, you weren't that big." He grinned. "Maybe as big as Ox King." He laughed as he dodged his wife's punch.

"Not funny, Goku."

He snickered and pulled her in for another hug. "I love you anyways, you know that."

"Sure you do." .

"What do you think? Boy or girl? I would like this time for a girl." Goku asked pressing his nose to her neck.

"No. I'd rather it be another boy."

"Why, Chi?"

"Because can you imagine another me around the house being emotional? No, thank you. I want another calm little boy like Gohan."

Goku couldn't help but laugh. "I guess you are right. Another you would be too much to handle."

"Not to mention it will have saiyan blood running through her veins. I can't imagine how she will be when she hits puberty." She shuddered as she remembered her teenage years

"So it's settled? You want another baby?" He asked, hopefully wanting her to say yes.

"Yes, why not?"

"You are a horrible son." Krillin said, staring at Gohan as the young saiyan tapped his notebook with the pencil's eraser.

"Why do you say that?"

"Your father must be an epic fight with your mother right about now." He said turning his gaze to look at a floating, meditating Piccolo. "Really, how can your father have that much patience?"

"She is not that bad Krillin." Gohan sighed and made some numerical scribbles in his notebook. "She just wants me to have something to fall back on. I am not going to be a fighter like you guys."

"Are you sure? You are pretty good at it, kid."

Gohan smiled and his old friend and shrugged. "I guess mom brainwashed me." He laughed.

"Or all her screaming finally paid off." Krilling chuckled before patting Gohan's blonde head. "Whatcha got there? Hey, maybe I can help! After all, between your father and me, I was the brain when we were kids."

" Calculus…" Gohan said and stared at Krillin's face change from happiness to disgust.

"Never mind." He laughed embarrassed before scratching the back of his bald head. "Anyways. Who knows, maybe your parents want to have some alone time before the games."

"Believe me Krillin they had enough alone time." Gohan said as a soft shade of red colored his nose and cheeks. He was still a young boy but when his parent's power level changed from low to high some specific nights, he knew they were having their alone time.

"Alone time?" Dende, the young earth guardian asked, making his way towards the demi saiyan and the monk, trying his best to get used to walking with the large wooden staff. "What do you mean by alone time?"

Piccolo's ears twitched as he heard Dende. "You wouldn't understand, Dende. Romantic love is not something us namekians could ever understand."

"Romantic love?" Dende asked, looking at Piccolo and then at Gohan and Krillin. "What's that?"

Gohan covered his face in embarrassment and Krillin cleared his throat. "Well… There is various type of love. There's love between friends, family and then there's love between couples."

"A couple of what?"

"Can we stop talking about this?" Gohan asked trying to solve another calculus problem.

"Well, Dende. You have noticed there are male and female in this planet right? Romantic love is when a male and a female care a lot for one another. That care and love makes them have babies." He grinned widely and patted Gohan. "Right, Gohan?"

"I want to stop imagining my parents "creating" babies" Gohan said before closing his notebook and eyeing his master. "Make them stop, Piccolo."

"Yes, please. The way earthlings procreate is a bit disgusting." He said, stern, serious and a bit annoyed.

"Maybe for you, Piccolo; but to us it is total heaven." Krilling laughed loudly making Dende tilt his head confused and Gohan cover his face once again, this time with his notebook.

Was he doing the right thing by not telling her? He thought he did. Goku wanted another child; another son or daughter. Maybe a mini him or a mini Chichi running around the house would be quite enjoyable. As he watched her happily humming a song while doing the dishes, he really thought he was doing the right thing by not telling her.

He loved her.

During the first five years he had grown to care for her more than anything. She was the reason he trained and fought. Seeing her alive, smiling and laughing; that's what drove him to do what he did best, fight.

True be told, he sucked at being a husband and a father. He was rather grateful that she had enough patience to deal with him but there were times were she simply wanted to ignore him for the rest of his life.

He never blamed her for treating him the way she did when he defeated Vegeta. To be honest, he was truly overjoyed by the fact that she was alive, holding Gohan and crying happily for the fact that Gohan was alive. That's what he fought for.

His worst nightmare, the one he had at Princes snake's castle in which Gohan and Chichi were harmed by Nappa and Vegeta; never came to be.

That warmed his heart. The injury he had were nothing compared to the overwhelming happiness he felt when he opened his eyes in the airplane and saw Gohan's head peaking from the back seat, looking down at him, beaten up, but smiling, that smile that resembled his mother's.

He came back after a year but instead of being reunited with his family, he laid in a hospital bed, wrapped up in bandages from head to toe. This would've bothered him but somehow, it didn't because he was alive! His wife was right beside him, peeling apples for Gohan and then brushing his hair. It almost reminded him of being home.

Chichi would nag him about getting some rest and staying put. He had to admit to himself that he had missed her fiery spirit more than all the delicious food she was able to cook.

After the whole Namek incident, she had patiently waited that whole year he was training in Yadrat… This time, when he came back, he welcomed her anger head on. He couldn't deny her the right to feel angry and distant.

Goku on the other hand wanted her more than anything. His body craved for her. He longed for her attention, her hands, her lips, her body; her pure essence. He had waited too long to have her in his arms again.

It wasn't bad enough that he waited a year to be with her; when he came back home, her forgot all about his new found strength and actually managed to injured her when he absentmindedly slapped her shoulder and sent her flying through the walls. Any other human being would've been killed; she managed to get a head concussion and a dislocated shoulder…

Now, he had to wait for her injuries to heal. He wasn't sure he could take another minute without her. That's why, when she was finally better, he consumed her like a raging fire and he drank from her as if he had never tasted water in his entire life.

She fought him at first. She wanted nothing to do with him but the anger that she owned was no match for a saiyan's lust. Therefore, before she could take drastic measures in order to keep him in place, in order to keep herself in place; she succumbed. She surrendered to his caresses, his lips, to his god-like body...

And at the end of it all, she never regretted giving in to him.

He could feel that she had missed him with every thrust, with every moan that escaped her lips and by the way she writhed in pleasure underneath him. He couldn't help it. His saiyan pride resurfaced and he on felt his chest about to burst by the satisfaction of knowing that he had conquered her once again.

He loved her…

She was the only woman that could keep up with his wild antics. Her physical strength was other worldly to him. Her character made grown men quiver in fear and yet she was the sweetest person in the intimacy of their bedroom. She was dreaded by many but she was still his Chichi. She was still that adorable, feisty girl he met in the mountains…

Even if he did tell her about the child, the fact that he had to fight a strong enemy tomorrow wouldn't disappear. Even if he died without telling her she would find out she was carrying his child.

If he told her now, she would do anything in her power to stop him from fighting Cell. And if he didn't, their goodbye wouldn't be as painful. At least for her…

Now, right at this moment he simply couldn't tear his eyes off of her. How can someone look so graceful while doing the dishes? He sometimes forgets that he had married a princess.

Goku couldn't contain his body any longer. Memories of last night activities flooded his mind, mixing them with that intoxicating scent she was producing. He had to have her again. He stood up, walked up o her and pressed his tall frame against hers.

She turned around just in time to receive and upcoming, violent kiss. Her hands cupped his face, his came to rest on her lower back, blending their skins slowly as they breathed in each other's scent.

He wasn't quite sure how it happened. Maybe his senses were being overloaded by her but in a matter of seconds; he found himself trapped underneath the ex-fighter with his hands upon her still muscular thighs, his lips locked with her swollen rosy ones and with his hips thrusting into her body as deep as his body could.

Her hands were clamped around his shoulders, holding him for dear life, her moans echoing in his open mouth. This only made him move faster and harder.

All thoughts of harming her body were thrown out the window when she held unto his hair and begged him to never stop.

"I promise…" He said in between ragged moans of pure ecstasies. His arms were holding her tightly to his naked chest, wanting nothing more for this moment to erase what the future held for him.

Chichi now quivered underneath him with her eyes half open as she memorized how her handsome husband looked in the heat of passion. He engraved the feeling of her skin against his deep in his mind. It wasn't until she screamed out his name that he stopped moving all together, enjoying the way she looked in the middle of her release. Never in his life had he seen something as beautiful as his wife, giving herself completely to him. It filled his heart with that familiar pride.

He held her close, as her quivers drove him over the edge and he too found his release in her loving embrace. Her hands began to make a soft circular pattern in the spot where his tail used to be, earning soft, masculine moans from the large man on top of her.

This time there were no tears. They simply lay in bed, exchanging some innocent kisses now and then before they turned passionate and needy. Chichi didn't want him to leave. There was nothing she could do to stop him. He would use his I.T and disappear right before her eyes as he had done many times before…

But just for today, he was there with her, memorizing every curve and hard lines in each other's bodies.

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