A/N: A few chapters left, I think. I may do an alternate timeline Goku/Chi-Chi in the future. I also went over the actual plot and realized I made some timeline mistakes but it's not enormous or anything. Mostly filler was skipped. ALSO, good idea with making a second part of this! I mean, Chi-Chi is sort of 60 at the end so it won't be a direct sequel but I'll try to figure something out. This seriously deviated from being a darkfic because I wanted to follow Chi-Chi in the actual story instead of making something totally different. Maybe I'll have a return to the past or something. It's not particularly dark anymore, just sad.

Warnings: Lemon riiiight in the beginning.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or anything affiliated with it.

-MalRev

You pierce my soul.

I am Half Agony and half hope.

{ Chapter the Tenth }

Sheets shifted softly. Silence was of the utmost importance.

Beside my head, one of Goku's hands gripped the edge of the mattress instead of holding onto me. It was dangerous for his hands to wander when he wasn't entirely focused. The other was fisting the sheets, pulling so hard I could hear the fabric tearing apart at the seams. Our bed creaked ever so slightly from his laboriously slow movements and I shifted beneath him to maneuver myself to a quieter position. His face was buried in my neck, hot breath spilling across my skin.

It was painfully quiet outside. The dawn of our quiet three years of peace was beginning in a few short hours and Goku would be leaving me along with Gohan. I closed my eyes, running my fingers along his sweaty back, over the strained muscles near his waist. His groan rippled into a growl and he pushed into me harder than before until the bed started slamming into the wall.

My spine arched, pressing us closer together. I had my legs wrapped firmly around his hips to keep him contained but his mind was on other things, making it more difficult to keep quiet. Of course, I knew part of it had to do with the bright moonlight shining through our bedroom window.

The curtains billowed from a slight breeze as Goku suddenly turned me over on my stomach, draping his body across mine. My half-opened eyes could see a slight tremor in his arm that held him up with knuckles as white as our mattress. I wasn't a completely active participant. I was trying to enjoy the closeness instead of worrying about when it would end. Thankfully, for once, Goku felt the same.

His hands moved to my hips, forcing me closer and pushing his pulsating arousal deeper within me. He was shaking trying to restrain himself; I could feel drips of sweat on my back. My heart pounded when he groaned my name and his fingers slipped between my legs, drawing a surprised mewl from my lips. I squirmed against him as he gently touched me, holding my rotating hips steady with his other hand. I'd been struggling to hold back in the hopes of enjoying him for as long as possible but it was impossible.

Biting down on the sheets wasn't enough to keep me completely silent. I whimpered softly as Goku's fingers intensified my climax, jellying my body with an intense rush of pleasure that tingled all the way down to my toes, making them curl tightly. He growled again deeper than before and ground into me as I tightened and twitched around him, shivering in ecstasy and moaning into the covers.

Then I was on my back again, licking my lips when the sensation tapered away, leaving me underneath my excited Saiyan husband. Goku's black eyes riveted on my face and he gritted his teeth with every thrust that brought his body deep into mine. I raised my hips toward his and closed my eyes.

"Again," he grunted.

I peered up at him through the darkness. Sex brought out the other side of Goku. "What?"

Suddenly his mouth was on my breasts and I hardly held back my shocked squeal. He pulled my nipples gently between his lips and ground into me with desperate speed. I was abruptly brought from the bottom of pleasure back up to the top and pulling at his thick black hair with wide eyes.

When I came to my peak again Goku quickly closed his mouth over mine to keep me from crying out. The sheets had slithered off our bodies to the floor and I could see his reflection in our wardrobe mirror; my eyes rolled back watching the way his hips rolled into mine. My muscles were convulsing when I felt him mercifully spilling inside of me, grunting a few moments later and pressing harder on my mouth. I held his sides with my thighs as he pulsated and twitched to completion.

We were both panting, which was sort of a big deal for Goku. He rested his forehead on mine and closed his eyes, still inside me. I was still shaking from a mixture of a pleasure and fear.

He swallowed hard. "We'll both come home. I promise."

Both of us rose for the day. Piccolo had been staying in and around the house for the past three years to be constantly nearby while Goku and Gohan trained. Things had been quiet otherwise—Bulma and Vegeta were busy with their own son, Trunks, and I had been keeping a close eye on Goku to make sure his heart virus didn't suddenly attack him. But nothing altered. He was as healthy as ever.

As I pulled my hair into a ponytail I glanced in the mirror to see Goku sitting on the edge of the bed, staring blankly out the window. I dropped my gaze. It felt like I was interrupting something private.

"What do you want for breakfast?" I asked, rearranging things on my vanity. "I wasn't able to get much bread for toast but I have plenty of eggs and bacon. Does that sound okay to you?"

Goku was silent for a few moments. He rubbed the back of his neck and his hand hung there as the sun began to rise in the sky. "Yeah, sounds good."

Everything seemed normal in the kitchen. Gohan was talkative, excited about how powerful his training had made him, and Piccolo sat quietly watching the two Saiyans eat. Goku began to open up more and his appetite became as ferocious as ever until the kitchen was almost empty. I threw my hands up in defeat when he and Gohan polished off the last of the five dozen eggs I bought.

They got ready. I straightened Gohan's outfit and kissed him on the forehead before he left the house to stand beside Piccolo, smiling up at him. Goku came to stand in front of me, back to be stony-faced and pensive. It was borderline unnatural. I hoped our night together would make him feel better.

"I'll see you soon," I said, kissing his cheek. "Take care of Gohan."

I stood by the window and watched the three of them fly off into the distance. All I could do was wait around the house, cleaning and cooking and praying they would be okay.

It seemed like I was always stuck on the sidelines, helpless. When I had reunited with Goku at the Martial Arts Tournament I was an accomplished fighter for being a human and never imagined I would be content with sitting around. But there was nothing else I could do—I would be in the way if I tried to intervene. I dusted shelves and flipped through books, trying to occupy myself. The threat would be over and everything would go back to normal.

Then, my door burst open.

A face I hadn't seen in years flew into my kitchen: it was Yajirobe, and he had my unconscious husband draped over his back. I shrieked in horror and flew out of my chair so fast that it clattered to the floor, immediately demanding to know what had happened. Yajirobe dragged Goku up the stairs to our bedroom that I had meticulously cleaned and set him gently on the floor. I knelt beside him, pressing the back of my palm to his forehead. He was boiling hot, grimacing in agony.

"The heart virus attacked him in the middle of a fight," Yajirobe said, almost as panicked as I was. "Where's the cure?! He doesn't have much time!"

I practically flew from the bedroom to the bathroom. I ripped the door to the medicine cabinet from its hinges, spilling all kinds of things in the sink and on the floor. Where the hell had I put it?! Goku seemed fine so I never thought to keep tabs on the damned thing…

Then I laid eyes upon the purple bottle and snatched it in an instant. Yajirobe already had Goku on a makeshift bed on the floor where he could sweat out, saving our mattress. He placed his head on a pillow and I dropped to my knees beside my husband once again, cradling his head in my arm. Goku suddenly howled in pain like I had never heard before and I remembered our wedding night.

"Chi-Chi?" he mumbled, squinting at me through the darkness. "Chi, please help. I.. I feel so weird… so sick…" He clutched his head and I could've sworn I heard him growl.

Sweat was pouring down his body. He could hardly keep his eyes open and the doorframe groaned from supporting his weight. He was pleading with me, begging for relief from the blinding agony. All I did was slide under the covers to hide, eyes tearing in fear. I couldn't help him.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

The medicine was ripped from my hands and the top popped off. I sat in silence, trembling as Yajirobe glared at me while pouring the cure in Goku's mouth. My husband's head twisted from side to side and he tugged desperately at his chest before screaming in pain, thrashing under the thin sheet. Yajirobe swore and tried to hold down one of Goku's arms but he was still powerful in his illness.

It had been almost ten years since I married Goku. The sight of him in such pain reminded me that I was still scared to death of losing him. I was still afraid to admit that my husband had weaknesses.

Ten long, tense days passed in my home. Yajirobe stayed to make sure I took care of Goku, occasionally peering in the room to check on him. I would only leave his side to bring something back to eat or visit the bathroom. A few days passed before he stopped shifting around in pain and simply laid there while the medicine went to work. I stroked his hair, questioning my own inner strength. Had I become that weak? Was my outer personality a façade to hide the instability inside?

On the tenth day I had left the room briefly to make lunch for Yajirobe and myself. We hadn't spoken much. I knew he hung around Goku when they were younger. I quietly stirred the soup I was making from scratch, stuck in a cycle of fear, when I heard creaking from the staircase.

Goku was rubbing his eyes. "Gee, I feel like I just slept for a month."

I immediately dropped my ladle and ran to him, leaping into his arms without a second thought. He yelped in surprise, hardly catching me in time, and stumbled backwards. We'd come too close again. I had almost lost the light of my life. It was getting harder and harder to bear.

There wasn't time for a long reunion. Again I stood by and watched Goku prepare himself, promising again to bring Gohan home safely. It was horrible but I had hardly thought of our son. He was getting older and Goku told me he thought he would surpass him one day. I clasped my hands politely in front of myself, leaning up on my tiptoes to kiss Goku when he left.

He put a hand on my shoulder. "I'll be back. Cell won't know what hit him."

Rinse and repeat. Rinse and repeat. The vicious cycle had no end.

I smiled tightly. "You be careful, Goku. Don't get into too much trouble, okay?"

Yajirobe left with him and I stood on the porch to watch Goku's orange ensemble fade beyond the clouds. The mountain became quiet again. All I could hear were the birds chirping in the trees, my only solace in my lonely home. I sagged against the door and tried not to cry.