Prompt 59:… Or we could just make out?
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"Goku-sa!" Chi Chi screamed loudly to the walls of the Son home, her anger ricocheting off of the furniture. She slammed the phone down on the receiver and drummed her fingertips against the counter.
Goku strolled in the kitchen casually a moment later, his hands crossed behind his head. "Why are you so loud, Chi Chi?" he questioned, his eyebrow perched.
"Why am I so loud, you ask!?" her pitch did not lower, instead taking on a screeching tone, prompting Goku to cover his ears. "I just got a phone call from Bulma!"
"Did Goten do somethin'?" Goku released his ears and took a seat at the table. "I can go talk to him on my way to trainin' with Whis."
"No, my sweet Goten isn't the problem this time!" Chi Chi put her hands on her hips and glared at her husband. "Bulma tells me that you told her, Vegeta and Trunks that we've never kissed!"
Goku chuckled, scratching the back of his head. "Oh, well about that–"
"IT'S NOT FUNNY GOKU-SA!" Chi Chi marched over to the table and sat down, crossing her arms and continuing her death glare. "We've been married for a long time with TWO kids and you have our friends under the impression that I'm not perfomin' my wifely duties!"
"Awwhhh, c'mon Chi Chi," Goku tried to reason, "it's not that big of a deal. I know I didn't mean it like that, and Bulma should too! I was just wonderin' why Trunks kissed that girl to give her a Senzu bean. All he had to do was put it in her mouth."
"Then you should have said that!"
"There's no need to nag, Chi Chi. I can go explain it to Bulma, if you want."
"Thats not the point," Chi Chi pouted, her face changing into a saddened expression, "I don't think anyone takes our marriage seriously, especially with you bein' dead for so long. And when you say things like that…" she closer her eyes, attempting to swallow her next words, "… It makes me think you don't take it seriously either."
Goku watched her face, his stomach dropping at her pained words. Did she really feel that way? Like he didn't take it seriously? Sure, Goku wasn't as lovey dovey with Chi Chi as other husbands, but hadn't he shown her that he would always come back to her? That even death wouldn't do them part?
"That's not true, Chi Chi," Goku said softly, reaching across the table to stroke her hand, "I'm sorry that I made you feel like that. I'll call Bulma and explain to her what I meant."
Chi Chi nodded, feeling too hurt to answer him with words.
Goku took a deep breath, knowing that wasn't enough.
"Maybe I can go pick some radishes for dinner."
She said nothing.
"Or maybe I can go to the store and get your favorite soap. You can take a bubble bath tonight."
Still nothing.
Goku sighed. He looked around the empty kitchen, and then to the empty living room, his eyes roaming over the empty backyard….
…Goten was gone for the evening. That's right.
He grabbed her band with a gentle force, bringing her out of her seat and flying into his lap, her face painted with a surprised expression.
He cradled her against his chest, his hands on her hips, and his face tilted to peer into her brown eyes. He'd always loved her eyes. They were always so honest and pure; it reminded him of how she was one of the firsts to be able to ride Kinto Un. He saw their entire history in them. How she made him love a family, before he even understood what that meant. How she gave him a home, a reason to come back every night. How, if it wasn't for her, Gohan and Goten would have never been born, and the world as they know it might not even exist. She was his wife, and he owed her a lot more than a bubble bath and falsified words to his best friend.
"Or," he said huskily, "we can just make out instead. Like old times. And then I'll call Bulma and tell her how much I love kissin' my wife."
Chi Chi gasped, her cheeks the color of roses, and she playfully slapped his chest. "Goku-sa!" she breathed, inching her face towards his. "You're so naughty. And sweet!"
Goku chuckled and grabbed the back of her neck, closing the gap between them. He let his lips convey his message as he devoured her, relishing in how she still tasted the same after all these years.
He would have a hell of a story to tell Bulma, by the time he was finished for the evening
