Author Notes: Last chapter! (There's still an epilogue after this, though, so hang tight!)
Warning: Sexual content, kinda graphic. We're all adults here.
Pairing: Goku x Chi-Chi
Words: 10,086
AU Setting: High School
~!~Just Another High School Romance~!~
~!~Part 17: We Loved~!~
Goku never would get used to the smell of hospitals. A mix of cleaning substances and a pervasive sense of sick hung in the air. He didn't like it. He rubbed at his nose and grimaced, wishing the scent wasn't so strong. Why was it always so strong?
"Goku, m'boy," his grandfather said from the bed, "You make sure you bring that diploma home this time."
Scratching his cheek, Goku gave a light laugh. "Yeah, don't worry. I won't forget it."
His grandfather smiled at him, the wrinkles crinkling around his eyes. A light still shined there, but it was so much dimmer than what he remembered. Grandpa Gohan had always said he was getting old like he was prepared for this eventual moment. Being face-to-face with the harsh truth was a little harder for Goku to swallow, even if his grandfather seemed so at peace.
Blue sheets and whitewashed walls. The last time Goku had been in such a setting was when he'd been shot. Not the most pleasant of memories. Even now, he set his hands on his knees and glared down at his leg as if he could erase the events that had led to it all. Maybe if he hadn't gotten into that fight, his grandfather wouldn't have needed to give up his own medicine to help pay for Goku's hospital bills. They had given up so much to pay for those bills…
Of course now they had money, but it was a case of too little, too late. Besides, Goku didn't have an endless supply. He'd already used quite a lot of the cash Chi-Chi's dad had given him. He'd started going to physical therapy and set his grandfather up in the hospital, so he could at least last through graduation.
And…
"Goku," Grandpa Gohan murmured, "did you choose a ring yet?"
Lifting his head, Goku felt the heat rush to his face as he instinctively reached to pat at his jeans pocket. "Ah, well -"
"You better ask that sweet girl to marry you, Goku," his grandfather went on with a smile. "I have a sure feeling she'll say yes."
"Ahm."
"After everything she's done for you -"
"Right," Goku interrupted, clearing his throat. "I got one. It's not as flashy as some of the popular ones, but I think she'll like it. Chi-Chi doesn't really go for the flashy stuff the way Bulma does."
"Of course not. She's far more sensible. I like that girl. She's good for you."
"Mm..."
The hum was about the only response he had, having that weird sense of deja vu. The past week or so his grandfather had been pushing him about Chi-Chi. They had both graduated. They weren't really too young anymore. Adults. Ready to face the world.
He sure hoped Chi-Chi wanted to stay with him.
The ring and proposal hadn't really been his idea in the first place, but the more Goku thought about it, the more he wanted to do it. He wanted Chi-Chi to stay here so he could thank her for everything. So he could do nice things for her after all the nice things she had done for him.
She'd won the tournament for him. She'd tutored him so he could graduate on time with decent grades. She'd been with him through so much.
And right now she was packing in her apartment, getting ready to move back to her hometown in the mountains. Of course. Graduation was over. Chi-Chi was ready to move on. Ready to go to college and who knew what else, while he stayed here.
She was going to leave, maybe for good, and that thought bothered him. More than he expected it to. So much so that he caved to the pressure from his grandfather and seriously considered marriage for the first time ever. Without Grandpa Gohan to bring it up, Goku probably would have said goodbye to Chi-Chi and regretted it later.
But now…
Reaching up to scratch at his head, Goku glanced around the hospital room. Magazines were scattered on the one small table. Magazines of jewelry options that his grandfather had somehow gotten a hold of. They'd looked through all sorts of options together, but at the end of the day it was Goku's choice. And now he'd made it.
Amid the pile of magazines sat Goku's high school diploma. Grandpa Gohan hadn't made it to the ceremony because the hospital refused to let him go, but Goku had come by later to show everything off. He even had a video on his phone thanks to Chi-Chi's dad for recording it all. So his grandpa didn't have to feel like he missed anything important.
He wished his grandfather wouldn't have to miss anything else. Deep down Goku had always known that eventually this would happen, that his grandfather couldn't possibly be there forever. But…
"Goku, m'boy, go on and ask that girl," Grandpa Gohan murmured. "I'm sure her father will give you two a grand wedding."
Tears pricked the edges of his eyes but Goku shook them away with a smile. "Right..."
If Chi-Chi even says yes…
~!~
Chi-Chi sat on the floor, collecting the small things she had gathered together from her shelves. One by one, she set them into the box in front of her. Little collectible figures that her father would gift to her every year. She'd already put her mother's china in a separate box, but other small breakables were going in here, protected by packing material and bubble wrap.
She picked up the trophy she had earned from this year's school tournament and took a moment to stare down at it with a smile. She still couldn't believe she'd won. After all that struggle and all that preparation, she'd somehow managed to come out on top in the end. It was still somewhat of a miracle, still felt like a dream, especially because of how Goku had jumped in and carried her off after winning. Not exactly a fairytale come true, but close enough.
Even with his weak leg, he had carried her off. He'd taken her to the nearby school nurse, who was on standby in the gym of course, and then he'd helped clean and bandage her smaller wounds as the nurse had her arm put in a temporary sling. A later visit to the hospital – after quite the romantic walk through the rain – revealed nothing serious in her injury and her arm healed itself in no time without much fuss at all.
Of course, she'd been back on the tournament stage for the little award ceremony. Received a trophy. Been interviewed. Turned down an offer to a team. Become the talk of the town for a little while…
Eventually, things died down and life returned to normal. Chi-Chi sighed as she packed the trophy amid the other memorabilia. High school away from home had been filled with so many memories. Mostly good ones, too, thankfully.
Though saying goodbye to Goku was going to be hard.
She didn't want to say goodbye, to be honest. She was torn. A part of her believed the next logical step from high school would be college. She knew that. She had planned for it. Participating in the school tournament had originally been meant to add flare to her college applications. Not everyone joined a martial arts tournament. It would set her apart from other applicants. It ended up becoming so much more, but…
Chi-Chi barked a quiet laugh at herself. What college applications? She should have been applying months ago. At worst, she should have been sending in applications since winning the school martial arts tournament. But she hadn't.
Not a single one had been sent out.
Why was that? Was she that caught up by Goku? Her father would be happy. He actually wanted her to marry at some point. He wanted grandkids almost as much as she longed for children herself. But she'd always been so focused on other commonly accepted life goals, even if the longing in her heart was to settle down and raise a simple family, regardless of the amount of income she could bring in. Besides, if she went the traditional route, she'd be relying on a husband for the income anyway.
Could she rely on Goku for that? His leg was getting better and he had graduated high school with good marks, but what were his plans? Originally, he'd been set to join a national martial arts team. Of course that had been dashed the night he'd been caught getting involved in gang activities. The night he'd been shot.
Now…
Well, now what?
A phone ring accented her questioning thoughts, chiming effortlessly through the stale air of the mostly empty apartment. Chi-Chi pushed to her feet, leaving everything either in the box or beside it for now. Walking through the simple maze of stacked boxes, she reached the kitchen where she had last left her phone. It sat on the counter, buzzing and ringing lightly with an echo that bounced around the empty kitchen. She'd already packed her cooking wares and most of the food she was going to take with her. Though, she had decided to give most of her food to Goku so she didn't have to worry about moving with it and she could leave him with something.
A glance down at the phone showed her who was calling and her hand sped up to answer quickly. "Goku?"
"Ah – Chi-Chi."
He sounded...different.
Chi-Chi frowned. She knew his grandfather was currently in the hospital and that Goku was over there almost every day. "Everything okay, Goku?"
"Huh?" His voice had a slight tremor, but she couldn't really peg why; he didn't sound upset. Then again, that emotion was pretty rare to come from him. He was ever the optimist, after all. "Oh, I'm fine. I just – I want to talk to you about something."
She smiled. "You don't have to come over to talk, you know. What is it?"
"Ah, actually, for this, I -" He cleared his throat. "You want some help packing your stuff or anything? You're still not done yet, right?"
"Help would be nice," she admitted. "I still haven't rented the truck yet, though. That's when I'll really need help moving, but my Papa's coming tomorrow to-"
"Right," he interrupted. "I know. I just...heh…I can come over now, right?"
Oh, he was so sweet to insist on it. She was sure the other guys, his friends, would have helped if she'd asked. But Goku knew she was packing up after the school days and was offering to help without her having to ask at all. Even though she would be moving away from him.
She frowned. If she was in his position, she wasn't sure she would have been as brave. Then again, maybe he didn't like her that much after all. Maybe she was the only one who had grown far too close. He could say whatever he wanted, be as sweet as he wanted, but at the end of the day… it was just a high school fling wasn't it?
Or was he just a glutton for punishment? Helping her move meant she would be spending less time in town. Less time with him overall, even if he was with her as that time shrunk.
"Chi-Chi?"
She blinked as his warm voice came over the phone receiver. She'd dazed out and forgotten to answer. "Oh, yeah, you can come over, Goku. I'd appreciate the help."
"All right," he murmured softly. "I'm leaving the hospital now so it won't be too long. I'm riding my bike again and everything."
A part of her wanted to berate him over that, but if he could handle riding the bike, then she had to allow him space to do so. He wasn't crippled into that bad of disability anymore. The physical therapy was helping. It wasn't a perfect cure-all, of course, but whatever they were doing had been helping. Even in such a short time. She should be glad for that, let him move into his other activities at whatever pace he felt comfortable with now. Technically she was still his girlfriend, but she didn't have any right to deny him his choice. As much as she wanted him to stay safe.
"Okay," she murmured. "Be careful."
"I know, Chi," he said with a light bounce in his voice. "You don't have to worry."
"Right..." she breathed. "Well, see you soon, then."
"See ya, Chi."
He hung up the phone and she did the same, setting it back on the kitchen counter with a hum. What was she going to have him do when he got here anyway? Maybe she should make tea. With a nod, Chi-Chi turned around to do just that, searching through the open boxes to find the tea kettle and a smaller box of tea bags. Green tea would work. Something simple and still somewhat traditional, even if it wasn't made in the old style at all. She was sure Goku's grandfather had a special recipe when it came to making his tea, something she never had figured out, though she kept trying.
The elderly always had their own secrets when it came to cooking. Or teas. Or random traditional matters that had been forgotten by the general populace. Everything was so modern these days. She kind of missed the country air of her youth. Even the mountain village she had grown up in had turned into a more modern-looking town, what with the farming equipment and business her father had brought to the land.
His "little kingdom."
She snorted. One day, she hoped her father would come teach Goku a thing or two about farming. There was so much land that would be in his name soon. She wanted her high school boyfriend to at least be prepared to handle it all. It would be so sad to see it go to waste. With so many of the trees cut down, he could cultivate it into so much more now, after all.
Chi-Chi had seen her father teach many people over the years. Sure, he wouldn't earn anything for helping Goku out, but after all he'd done for that boy already… a little more couldn't hurt, right? She'd have to talk with her Papa once he came down with the truck to help move her back to their home. She'd have to find some college to apply to eventually, as well. So much to do. School was over. She'd have thought things would have calmed down after graduation. Instead her thoughts seemed to be everywhere.
Well, maybe not everywhere.
She kept coming back to Goku, after all. Her face heated at the realization and she turned quickly to fill the tea kettle and boil some water. Why was she blushing? It wasn't like anyone else knew what she was thinking about – or who she was thinking about. Still, the idea that she kept thinking of Goku…
Chi-Chi sighed, leaning forward on the counter, strands escaping from her ponytail to fall in front of her face for a moment. She'd hadn't prepared for the time after high school. She hadn't prepared at all. She should have. She should have it all lined up. She had good marks. She could probably make the cut into some nicer schools in the country.
But did she want to?
Snorting to herself, she stood up straighter and stretched. Of course she wanted to. What else was she going to do with her life? Stay here and bother Goku for eternity? She couldn't do that. A high school fling was just that – a high school fling. No matter how close it felt. No matter how much she wanted to believe…
No. She was in love. She had to admit that. Foolish or not, it was there and it wasn't going away. Tears hit her eyes, tears that she brushed away quickly. The feeling wasn't going away. It had snuck up on her this past year. Just thinking of him coming over to help her with packing brought both joy and sorrow to her heart. She would get to see him. Hang out with him.
And then say goodbye.
A knock at the door made her shake away the excess tears, rubbing her face clean with her hand. Goku was here. Already. She smiled, a soft, small smile as she left the kitchen to walk toward the front door of her apartment. Once again, she navigated through the simple maze of stacked boxes and walked down the front entryway to open the door.
He had said he wouldn't be long. Coming from the hospital where his grandfather was set up in a nice room with gentle caretakers. She couldn't be crying when she opened the door. She had to smile. Goku had too much else on his mind that could make him upset, and she didn't want to accidentally get him thinking of things worth crying over. Not yet. His grandfather wasn't in the best shape, and he was pretty old, but, well, not yet.
So Chi-Chi smiled as she opened the door, and Goku's return smile lit everything up inside her. A rush of feelings that threatened to break free, just at seeing him grin at her with the sun peeking out from that wild hair of his. It was like some movie.
Oh, she was definitely in love with him.
"Hiya, Chi," he said, stepping in without even waiting for her to technically allow it, not that she minded in the least. "Looks like you've got a lot done already, huh?"
"Y-yeah," she murmured, closing the door. "I don't have all that much left to pack, to be honest, so I started some tea. In case you just wanted to, uh, sit and chat for a while instead. The little stuff can wait."
"Oh, sure," Goku said with a shrug. "That's fine, too."
For a moment, Chi-Chi had to stare at him in the hallway. He wasn't wearing his usual casual wear. He actually looked well dressed. Well, somewhat. Goku's hands were deep into his jeans pockets, which was more of a typical casual wear for a high schooler, even a freshly graduated one. The button-down red shirt, though, looked odd. Sure, it was open and revealed a black undershirt beneath it, but what kind of occasion could be important enough to get Goku to wear a nice dress shirt in the first place?
She frowned. Was he going to some get-together with his friends? Something he hadn't invited her to? That couldn't be right, could it? Then again, she was planning to move out tomorrow. Had he decided not to tell her just because he thought she would be too busy? Maybe…
"Is that a new dress?" Goku asked, breaking her from her worried thoughts. "I don't think I've seen you wear yellow before."
Face heating, Chi-Chi brushed past him as she shook her head. "No, it's not new. It's actually from my mother. It's something she used to wear around the house when she was cleaning, apparently."
"Apparently?"
Pausing in the doorway of the kitchen, Chi-Chi sighed. "Yeah, I mean, I don't really remember her. She died when I was real young."
"Oh," Goku murmured. "Sorry."
With a shake of the head, feeling her ponytail brush across her bare shoulders, Chi-Chi walked to the stove top. Thankfully, the tea kettle was whistling, so she had a distraction from the awkward silence. She could have sworn she had mentioned her mother to Goku before, but maybe not. It wasn't exactly one of those things she could talk about, especially because she didn't know enough about her to share anything. Her father was surprisingly tight-lipped about a lot of things.
Except when it came to the clothes. Her father always handed off her mother's clothes, happy as could be to see Chi-Chi wearing the same dresses. Though now, she was aware of her bare legs and knees showing. Traditionally, this was a fun inside dress, an acceptable summer dress for the countryside. Even after wearing short skirts for the school uniform, she felt strangely scandalous showing so much skin in front of Goku. Which didn't make any sense. He'd seen everything before. What did it matter what she was wearing? Besides, only he could see her now anyway. That made it perfectly all right.
Shaking the blush away, Chi-Chi snatched the tea kettle from the hot stove top burner and moved it to a burner that wasn't on, turning off the stove completely in the process. Then it was simply a matter of grabbing a couple of mugs from one of the nearby boxes. She had packed everything but left a few things within easy reach for a reason. One never knew when a good cup of tea would come in handy. Like today.
"You like green tea, right?"
"Hm?" Goku hummed behind her, a quick glance showing him hovering in the doorway, one hand still in his pocket. "Oh. Yeah. Sure."
She frowned. He seemed a little distant all of a sudden. What was that about? Dare she ask? After all, Goku had come from the hospital. Maybe his grandfather wasn't doing well. It was one of those things that seemed kind of inevitable at this point, but she couldn't imagine it being easy on him. Thinking about it was hardly easy on her and she had only known the old man for less than a year.
Best to distract Goku, then. She snorted to herself as she filled the mugs with hot water and dipped the tea bags. She'd already decided she would distract him. She should work harder. Of course she knew a perfect distraction, but somehow that felt a little inappropriate right now. As comfortable as they were with each other, surprise kisses had their time and place.
As she chewed on her bottom lip, Chi-Chi turned around and forced a smile for him. "So do you have any plans?"
Goku's dark eyes focused in on her, coming back from the distance of his inner thoughts. "Huh? Plans? Like what?"
"Oh, you know, since the martial arts team isn't really a thing anymore."
A slight wince crossed his face at the reminder and she berated herself for bringing it up, but then his laughter calmed her heart, especially when he scratched his cheek almost bashfully. "Yeah, uhm, well Master Roshi said he'd take me on as an assistant coach. He's gonna retire soon, ya know. I don't think I can get his job exactly cause I'd have to go to college for teaching and all, but he might be able to make it so the school keeps me on as something. I could really do something good for the Turtle School team, especially since they found out I helped you train for this past tournament."
"Oh," Chi-Chi said, taking a moment to process everything he had explained before she grinned. "So you do have a source of income."
"Ah, yeah," Goku shrugged. "It won't be much, though, and it won't be near as fun as actually fighting myself. But it's something at least, right?"
She didn't need to go to college. She could find something here. She could sit right here in this town and be with Goku. Her dreams could come true, after all. He could provide. At least a little. And she could help. She wasn't sure what yet, but -
Of course she still needed to ask him. And the words got a little caught in her throat. Would he even want to? Did he think about those kinds of things? Or was she just his girlfriend? A silly high school fling, right?
After all, she thought, he is dressed up for something special that he didn't warn me about; maybe once I move he'll forget all about me. He's not as serious as I am. I'm the one falling in love too young.
~!~
Goku fingered the ring box in his pocket, biting the inside of his cheek as he tried to think of how to bring it up. His grandfather had insisted. Grandpa Gohan really wanted him to ask, and honestly, he wanted to as well. Seeing all of Chi-Chi's apartment packed away was like a shock to his stomach. She really was going to be moving away soon.
Tomorrow, even, if he remembered right. She'd said something about her father coming tomorrow with the truck, right? So he really couldn't put it off.
But…
He hadn't ever done something like this before. He hadn't even witnessed it. He didn't watch the romance shows or read the books or pay attention to what girls wanted. Bulma certainly never mentioned marriage. She clung to Vegeta like a hawk, but the thought of staying with someone forever had never crossed her mind. Or at least, she had never talked about it.
Was Chi-Chi thinking of it?
Goku sighed and rubbed the back of his head, glancing up to the ceiling for a moment. It was hard to think right now. Everything seemed so fuzzy and out of focus. Like he was nervous. He was never nervous. And it wasn't so much that he didn't want to mess up or anything – he just wasn't sure what he was supposed to say. His grandfather had talked like there was a specific question he was supposed to ask. What was it? Something as simple as "do you want to get married?" or -
"Hey, Goku," Chi-Chi whispered. "We can set up the small table in the other room. Not the kotatsu, cause it's not winter, but there's another one against the wall. Behind some boxes."
He blinked down at her, smiling at the way she looked in the yellow dress, the subtle flower print design calling back to an older time. He always liked it when she wore older styles; she looked good in the old-fashioned dresses, though her bare feet made it clear she was only intending to wear the summer dress indoors.
"Yeah," Goku said, reaching for one of the tea mugs in her hand. "I'll set it up."
Chi-Chi snatched the mugs away from him. "Well then let me hold these. Easier to set up a table with both hands, don't you think?"
"Ah – yeah. Right."
With a light laugh, Goku turned to walk into the little living room area. He could remember watching her practice her kata in here. Each move having a sense of flow even to her unpracticed style. Well, most of her movements, at least. She was pretty good for having mostly taught herself, and then his training and decision to show her the technique from another martial arts school had helped her win the tournament in the end. She'd come a long way. His heart swelled with pride even thinking about it, pride and gratitude for all the work and effort she had put into winning for him.
For him.
Goku closed his eyes and pulled his hand out of his pocket, leaving the ring box for now. Spotting the small table against the far wall, he slid through the maze of boxes stacked all around the room and pulled the table down, finding an open place near the center. She had a pile of small keepsakes next to an open box on the floor, probably one of the last things she'd decided to pack up; a quick glance showed him the edge of her tournament trophy and he grinned again.
Sitting down with his legs crossed, Goku took the mug offered to him and smiled as Chi-Chi sat in front of him. "Hey, Chi-Chi, I know they gave you a medal and trophy for winning the tournament. Was there anything else?"
She nodded slowly. "A small check of money. I could give it to you, if you want."
"What? Why would I want it?"
"Well," she hummed, "you did help me out, you know. I figured you should have something, too. You would have won if things had worked out differently, I'm sure."
Goku laughed. "Yeah, but -"
Before he could explain, Chi-Chi slammed her mug on the table and leaned forward, eyes piercing his own with sudden ferocity. She took a deep breath and - "Will you marry me?"
Silence danced between them.
Goku had to blink a couple times, mouth hanging open. "Wh-what?"
"Will you marry me?" Chi-Chi repeated, eyes shaking even as they struggled to hold their fire. "I know you're supposed to be the one to ask if we keep it all traditional, but I don't know if you will or not and I -"
"Ah heh, Chi," Goku whined, setting his mug down so he could pull out the ring box and set it on the table between them. "I kinda -"
Her eyes widened in an instant. "Goku! You didn't!"
"I wasn't sure when to ask," he mumbled. "But-"
"Yes!" Chi-Chi exclaimed, snatching the ring box and opening it, eyes positively glowing as she slowly looked away from the ring inside to meet his gaze. "Oh, Goku..."
Scratching his cheek, he tried to ignore the heat coming from his face. "I mean, I guess I have to say yes, too, now, huh? I didn't think you would ask. Grandpa didn't warn me about tha-"
Lips crashed into his own, a hand snatching at his shirt and dragging him closer to her. The table between them made it a little awkward, but Chi-Chi's fire was definitely there as she took complete charge of the kiss. He rode it out, letting her do what she wanted, letting her lead, as she dug into the collar of his open red button-down shirt and pulled him against her. His waist pressed into the table edge but he ignored it, closing his eyes as he let her fire consume him completely.
He could practically feel her happiness radiating from the kiss. So much emotion that she couldn't put into words coming through in her touch. Goku hummed, wondering how she had managed to put the ring on so fast, though he knew she would like it. At least, he was pretty sure the kiss meant she liked it. Or maybe she was just excited that they'd both had the same idea.
They'd both had the idea to get married. Well, he'd gotten the idea from his grandfather, but still – he was glad. It meant she was going to stay with him. She wasn't going to move away. She would be here forever. He wouldn't have to worry about her finding someone else or never being able to repay her for all the good things she'd done for him.
Chi-Chi was going to marry him.
When they finally broke the kiss, he still couldn't move away from her grip and he had to grin, seeing the glow in her eyes, in her face. "So, uh, I guess you'll have to move everything into my house, huh? Sorry it's kinda small."
"My Papa will build us something bigger if I ask him."
Goku blinked. "He will?"
Chi-Chi nodded, finally letting him go to sit back. "And he'll teach you farming, too. That'll be helpful. We could have our own garden and sell the extra produce."
"Farming?" Goku raised an eyebrow. "Do I have to?"
"It's a good idea, Goku; it means we won't have to worry about how much money we make," she said, bringing her hands to the tea mug, a little glimmer from the small diamonds reflecting from the sunlight. "That'll be good if we want to have children."
"Ah, I guess so," he hummed. He hadn't really thought about having kids, yet. Had Chi-Chi really been thinking this far ahead? "We kinda need to have sex to have kids, though."
A flash of something crossed through Chi-Chi's eyes. He wasn't sure if he'd seen it correctly, but the way she lifted her mug and took a sip of her tea, the way her eyes trained on his… he had to tilt his head. And then smirk a little.
"You know, Goku," she whispered, her voice hitting a certain range and softness as it wrapped around her words, "I kind of want to kiss you again."
"Kiss?" He whined. "Chi, can't we do more than tha – huh – hey, where are you going?"
While he had been talking, Chi-Chi had stood up and walked around the table, passing right by him without a word. So, naturally, Goku clambered to his feet and chased after her. Leaving the two mugs on the small table amid all the packing tape and brown boxes, Goku and Chi-Chi stepped into the apartment bedroom together. Why go through all that trouble of brewing tea if they weren't even going to drink it? What was she-?
The question sat at the edge of his tongue, but Chi-Chi flicked a lamp on and spoke before he could get the words out of his mouth. "The bed doesn't have any sheets on it. I was just going to sleep with a blanket, but I'd rather have a sheet now, don't you thi-"
This time, he interrupted her, grabbing her shoulder and spinning her around to slam his mouth against hers. Her words were enough indication for him to understand what she was planning. Besides, she had said she wanted to kiss again. Well, they could at least start with kissing.
Kissing was always good.
Especially when she had practically promised more than that later. Wrapping his arms around her, one hand resting at her back, the other moving up behind her head, Goku dug his hands into her ponytail, finding the one scrunchie holding everything back. As gently as possible so as not to pull her hair, he unwound the scrunchie and slipped it out, releasing her long black hair to the air, allowing him more freedom with his hands to run through the strands and rub at her head.
Chi-Chi moaned into the kiss, her tongue tapping at his own, one of her own hands going up to tug at his wild spikes of hair. One merciless tug caused a slight splash of pain that made him shiver as she soon turned to scratching at his neck instead. It wasn't long before that hand joined the other, though, as she worked to pull his nicer red shirt off.
Eventually, he had to relent his grip on her in order to allow her to take the shirt off completely, but he only let go with one arm at a time, quick to regain his control on the kiss as well. This was different from the last time they were in her apartment. They weren't drunk. They weren't high. They were lucid and willing. And they'd just promised to be together for life, even if the ceremony, the actual wedding, still needed to be planned. To them, they were free to make this decision now. Asking the question, saying yes, it was enough of a commitment, and finally deciding to go all the way with each other was an even greater commitment. A way to say, yes, I meant what I said, I'm not leaving.
Goku hadn't felt like this for any other person in his life. He didn't want to lose her. He wanted to stay with her forever. Granted, he didn't feel any need to be physically around her all the time, but the knowledge that he could go somewhere, or that she could go somewhere, and always come back – that was something he wanted. No matter what happened now, they would stick together. Through it all. He wasn't sure what vows were going to be said at the wedding itself, or how he was supposed to plan any of that, though he had a feeling Chi-Chi's father and Grandpa Gohan would help out.
For now, it was just him and Chi-Chi. For now, they were together. For now, they were all that mattered. She was all that mattered. To him, nothing else came close. Nothing else at all.
And he wanted to make sure she knew that.
~!~
Chi-Chi gasped away from the kiss to catch her breath, bringing her hands up to his chest, pushing lightly as if to tell him to give her time. He had gotten so fierce all of a sudden. His eyes burned, as if with some desire that he'd been hiding all this time. It made her heart beat faster.
"Chi-Chi," he whispered, breathing heavy himself. "I think it's okay, but I still want to ask. Can we-"
"Yes," she interrupted, springing forward to kiss at his neck and make him groan a little. "Yes, Goku, we can have sex. You don't have to ask anymore."
His arms wrapped close around her, while she lightly grazed her nails along his chest. Or at least along the black undershirt that was tight against his chest, muscles still well defined beneath the thin article of clothing. His hands dropped to her hips, rubbing circles with his thumbs into the slight dip in her skin from hip to waist. Her hands moved in response, going up over his shoulders to scratch at the bare skin around the sleeveless undershirt. Pressed up against him, she could hear him growl in the back of his throat, a sign that her ministrations were at least doing something to cause a reaction.
Lips lifting into a smile, Chi-Chi slid a hand under the tight shirt, slowly working her fingers around the skin of his shoulder blades. Goku responded by dropping his mouth to her neck, nipping lightly near a pressure point. She gasped immediately, the fire rushing through her veins, settling in her stomach as her eyelids fluttered from the continuing attention.
"Goku," she whispered, moaned. "Goku, wait."
He groaned, whispering back, teeth ever so lightly grazing along the point where her neck met her jawline. "Why?"
"Let me unpack the sheet at least," she said, the tremor mostly gone from her voice. "Before we get carried away, you know?"
Wild spikes of hair tickled at her cheek as he lowered his head, whining against her neck. He didn't want to stop. To be honest, she didn't either. But she'd much rather have something comfortable to wrap up in, whether they ever made it to the bed or not. Heat flushed in her cheeks at the thought. Would she even care if they wound up on the floor tonight?
No, probably not.
Come to think of it, they'd been on the floor the first time. Still in underwear. Not all the way. Up against the door. Well, they could stand to be a little bit more civilized this time. Or at least they could try.
So, taking a breath, she pulled away from Goku for now, slipping away from him as he dropped his grip. His eyes peeked out from the edges of his bangs, and Chi-Chi had to swallow at the deepening smolder in his eyes. It really was like some romance movie, some corny little fairytale coming true at the end of her high school year. She couldn't remember Goku ever looking like this before, but was that because he was different or she was simply allowing herself to see him how she wanted to now?
Love did strange things to people, after all. Why not change her perceptions while the feelings coursed through her body? Feelings that were begging her to jump into his arms and cling to him without remorse. If she were drunk, she surely would have jumped. Now, she had a handle on her emotions – not a very strong handle, but more than she had that one time for sure.
Of course, the time after the party wasn't the only moment of intimacy between her and Goku. There had been the night before her kidnapping, too. Out in the woods. When the trees surrounded them by the lake and they'd sparred a little out among the nature. That had been an adventure as well. One she had stopped right before they could tip over into a realm of no return.
Oh, she was tipping into that realm now, though. Tipping so far. She wanted to hold her breath, and yet her heart pounded, blood pumping loudly in her ears.
All from a single look from his sweet, dark eyes.
Yeah, smolder was a good word for it, corny romantic line or not. Taking a deep breath, Chi-Chi turned away from the gaze of her boyfriend – fiance – as she set her sights on the box sitting against the wall close by. Thankfully, she didn't have to walk across the whole bedroom. The furniture piece was still there, the dresser where she kept her lamp and charger for her phone, as well as the one chair resting in the corner, a chair Goku had practically slept in the night of the disastrous party. The box with her bedsheets was on the floor against the wall close to the bed and the dresser. Not far at all.
Before she could take more than a step, Chi-Chi felt a tug at her waist. She paused, glancing over her shoulder. Goku was hanging onto the tie at the back of her dress. She frowned, ready to berate him for stopping her, but then she realized he wasn't simply holding on. He was untying it. And reaching up to undo the buttons in the back, too.
She gulped, words on the tip of her tongue. His lips came down to touch the back of her neck, nipping playfully as he undid the back of her dress. Little by little pulling it away from her. She wasn't sure what to say or do except stand there as his hands slipped under her dress, pushing the straps off her shoulders. Especially when his tongue quickly followed, sucking at her skin. Her very, very warm skin.
"Goku," she breathed, trying to put a hint of dissatisfaction into her voice, regardless of how the heat rushed through her body with every small touch from his mouth.
"Shh," he murmured against her shoulder. "I'll let you get the sheets in a second. I thought I could surprise you a bit first."
"S-surprise?"
Was that the name of the game now? Since he had gotten the go-ahead, it was now a game of surprising her? No longer needing to ask permission, Goku decided now to be impatient and playful? Well, fine then. Two could play at that game. Now she just needed to -
A shiver coursed down her spine, the heat spreading down beneath her stomach. Her dress was off, a pool of yellow at her feet, and his hands weren't stopping. Fingers lightly stroked down her chest, slipping under her bra to squeeze at a breast, poking a nipple, all while his teeth grazed at the strap at her back.
She wanted to get back at him for surprising her, but she also didn't want to move. Not now. Not yet. It felt too good to move just yet. Let him keep doing that. Just a little bit longer…
~!~
Delicious sounded like a strange word to come to mind, but it hit him as he nibbled on Chi-Chi's skin. He liked touching her, licking her, being playful with her, especially when the sounds she made told him she liked what he was doing, too. She was so warm. He didn't want to stop touching her. Not yet.
With her dress off there were only a few items of clothing left. On her, at least. He'd have to take care of himself in a minute. But now Goku's attention was completely focused on Chi-Chi. On the hair he brushed through, pushing it over the side of her shoulder to hang down in front of her, leaving her back exposed. Maybe instincts were leading him somewhat – he'd never had sex before after all – but he'd already done this much with Chi-Chi. Further than this, actually. So it wasn't too new; he could still remember a few places that made her react stronger. A few little areas that brought out her gasps when he rubbed them.
Her breasts were an obvious spot, but catching her unaware made it better. Unaware but willing. When she didn't fight him, didn't even try to break away to continue her plan to grab the sheets, Goku knew she was okay with this. He'd taken a chance, but there was a fire building inside him, something that had been steadily building since he first met her, maybe. Something that wanted to burst free. Something that he wanted to share with her, only her.
Finally, Goku managed to unhook Chi-Chi's bra, though he may have ripped it apart instead on accident. He'd deal with that later. Now that he had it off, he tossed it to the side, hearing it slap against the mattress of her bed. Yeah, definitely deal with that later. Both of his hands were free to grab hold of what the bra had been hiding, and he did just that, earning a small moan from his girlfriend as he pulled her back, pressed her against his chest.
She was so warm. Hot, almost. A quick glance down even showed her knees shaking a little. He heard his name whispered from her lips, feeling a flash of heat run up and down his own body at the sound, having to lick his lips to keep his mouth from drying out. Hands touched his sides as Chi-Chi tried to reach back, as if saying she wanted to hold him.
Goku smirked and brought his mouth down to her neck, finding the little pulse point near the edge of her jaw. A point that made her gasp and jerk back against him, her hips pressing dangerously close to the place where all of his own body heat was gathering.
Biting back a groan, he slid one of his hands down across the flesh of her stomach, feeling it quiver beneath his touch. A noise escaped Chi-Chi's mouth, like the beginning of a sigh, or words that were lost before they could form. He didn't give her the chance to think about what she wanted to say, protest or encouragement or something else. His fingers simply dropped down further, slipping under her panties and finding the wetness that had been gathering all this time.
"Wow, Chi," he murmured in her ear as she moaned and bucked back against him. "You're already pretty wet. I guess that's a good thing, huh?"
A semblance of a nod came from her bobbing head, a breathy moan trying to sound like an affirmation. He smiled. She was pretty cute like this. Melting against him without any care, without being tense or anxious, without being drunk and lacking her inhibitions, just a gentle, honest, trusting relaxation and surrender to his touching. Honestly, she was more than cute. She was beautiful.
"Chi, ah -"
Words were suddenly stuck in his own throat, and he had to close his eyes, dropping his forehead to her shoulder with a groan. He pulled his fingers back, resting them on her hips, biting his lip at the urge that drove down into his groin.
"Got you," Chi-Chi whispered.
He started to laugh, but had to cut it off as her fingers moved this time and he groaned again. Somehow, in the midst of all that pleasure, Chi-Chi had managed to sneak her hand into his jeans. Into his boxers. Grabbing a hold of him and teasing her fingers along his shaft, being so delicate, and yet…
A squeeze made him groan again, whining her name. "Chi-Chi, no fair."
Her tongue clicked between her teeth. "Goku, I told you to let me get the sheet out at least, didn't I?"
He nodded lightly against her shoulder, turning his head so he could breathe against her neck. Maybe if he teased her a little, she'd let go and let him – He groaned again as she moved her hand in a pumping motion, running along the sides, making his jeans feel far, far too tight now. How had she even gotten her hand in there without him knowing? He thought he'd had her for sure.
Apparently, she was full of surprises, too. Then again, that was probably why he was so attracted to her. She was strong enough to hold her own, stubborn enough to get him into study habits, and generous enough to spend so much of her time and money on him in the first place. He wanted to repay her, to at least make her feel good for everything she'd done, especially with all the teasing that had happened in their relationship thus far. It was time for him to give back to her, wasn't it? Or did he just want to be a little selfish now and insist on doing it his way?
Something she wasn't going to be allowing anytime soon. He had tried to take control of the situation, but she kept coming back to drag him down again.
And he kinda liked that.
"Okay, okay," he breathed, lifting his hands from her body as he tried to stand up. "I won't touch until you get the sheet, okay."
"Good," she said. "You better mean it this time."
If not for the shake in her voice, he never would have guessed how hard it was for her to pull away. Even so, he let her go, trying not to whine when she removed her hand. That had felt pretty good, after all.
Now he definitely wanted to get out of his clothes. It wasn't enough to simply stare at her bare skin anymore. He needed to be free. So as Chi-Chi stepped away, Goku finally got to work and stripped himself. He hadn't said she would have control the whole time. He'd leave her alone just long enough for her to pull the sheet from the box. Then, he'd pounce.
Surprises were too much fun to stop now.
~!~
Chi-Chi took a deep breath as she finally managed to slide away from Goku's incredible presence. She didn't want to, not really. Her more basic urges were screaming for more, always for more. But she had her mind intact and she wasn't going to give in – not yet. No matter how much she wanted to just melt and let him do what he pleased. If this was going to be their first time, she wanted it to mean something, and she wanted to avoid any awkward positions that would be the cause of pain or cramps later. Hence why she wanted the bed sheet. So they could have something soft to lay on, in case they decided to just drop to the floor and throw all cares to the wayside.
...she was already planning without the bed in mind. Well, at least she was willing to accept the more likely of scenarios. Though thinking on it too much brought more warmth into her body, more of a need to turn back to Goku and jump him right then. Turn back and forget the sheet. Turn back and let it all go.
Thankfully, she did make it to the boxes against the wall, hardly hearing Goku stripping out of his clothes behind her. The air was a little cool on her skin now, making her nipples harden, and she had to bite her lip as she fought the urge to rush back to her fiance's warmth. (The word fiance in her mind made her giddy, even if she was having to make an effort to think that instead of boyfriend).
Pulling the box open, Chi-Chi reached in quickly to grab the first sheet she could touch, the blue one on top. As soon as she had it in hand, a powerful grip clenched around her wrist from behind. Goku. Her breath caught as he snatched the bed sheet from her, and she spun around, ready to give him a piece of her mind. Only… his lips crashed down on hers as soon as she spun and the sheet enveloped her from behind, pressing down on her head as Goku held it firm while kissing her.
A moan filtered from the back of her throat into his mouth and she felt him smirk even as he slowly pulled away. His eyes met hers, twinkling with mischief. Part of her wanted to smack him playfully for catching her off guard again. Another part couldn't help but let her heart soar at the way he gazed at her. Eyes so soft and tender even with the budding fire building behind them as he glanced down and smiled.
She opened her mouth, ready to say something in the silence, but she was surprised yet again when his arms bent down to pick her up. Carrying her with the sheet at her back, holding her in his arms like a princess in some romantic movie. Oh, why couldn't she get the thought of movies out of her mind? Was she that in love? That caught?
...Did it matter?
Goku carried her to the bed, setting her down gently with the sheet still behind her. Chi-Chi smiled up at him for a moment, freezing time as if she could take a snapshot in her mind. At his wild hair poking out in oddly specific directions, the same pattern no matter the day. At his deep, dark eyes looking her over. At his grin lighting up the room. And below that… his perfectly sculpted martial artist body. Well defined chest muscles, abs, all the way down to his legs, and what lay between…
She gulped and quickly brought her eyes to his gaze again, feeling the blush coating her cheeks. The bright grin changed to a small smirk as if he knew why she had gone red in the face. She had half a mind to smack him for silently making fun of her, but then his hands were pulling her panties off. The last article of clothing in the way, now going down her legs, now falling to the side of the bed to lay on the floor. She gulped again as cool air hit her down below and then she gasped loudly as warm air soon followed, as Goku lowered his head between her legs and gave the same treatment he had given while they'd played in the woods.
Arms shaking against the bed, Chi-Chi slowly brought her fingers to his hair, pressing down the wild spikes as if she could fix the strands into a more appropriate style. Hands massaging her thighs and a certain talented tongue made her tug at the strands instead of petting lightly. Tug and pull as she moaned his name through her breaths.
It wasn't long before he pulled back, not even allowing her to reach a climax first. Whining a little, Chi-Chi tried not to pout.
She did anyway. "Goku..."
"Ah, sorry," he mumbled, a strain to his voice. "My leg kinda hurts."
Understanding flashed through her as her eyes widened. He shouldn't be in this position. It was too much of a strain. His legs were probably cramping a little and that alone wasn't good. Not to mention he'd been riding his bike earlier, and with how often he'd been riding his bike lately, that most likely added to the strain. She was no medical expert, but if he was in pain then -
Well, it wasn't like they had to stop or anything.
Taking a breath, getting a grip on his shoulders, Chi-Chi focused her strength and drew upon the wealth of power she knew she possessed. Enough to flip them around. Enough to lay him flat on his back and sit on top of him, straddling his waist with a smirk of her own.
"That's fine," she whispered, leaning down to kiss his upper lip as his mouth opened in shock. "We can do it this way."
Oh, her face was red for sure. She could feel the heat climbing all the way up her neck as hair fell across her shoulders, covering her breasts. Goku stared up at her and shut his mouth slowly. He really did look like he'd gone into shock as she hovered above him. His hands were in the air close to her sides, as if he hadn't quite processed that she was no longer beneath him.
Taking a breath, she sat up straighter and pushed herself back, sliding over him until she could feel a poke at her opening. With one hand, she reached down to grab him, lifting herself up by her knees. She was a virgin, but she was also no stranger to positioning with sex. Well, maybe when it came to the more out-there styles, but this was a common enough concept to grasp, especially when listening to fellow high schoolers talk about sex.
Closing her eyes once she found a good position, Chi-Chi pushed herself down while simultaneously pressing Goku into her. Little bit by little bit she slid down at a comfortable enough pace to allow everything time to grow accustomed to the new feeling. The wonderful, new feeling that flushed through her body, especially at the way Goku moaned her name with a gasp, as if he hadn't expected the sensation to be quite like that.
Quite this good.
Slowly, ever so slowly, she lowered herself down until he was fully sheathed inside her, and then she gasped for breath and looked over at her fiance's eyes. Eyes that were half shut, one closing completely, another opening to meet her gaze. He tried to smile, but she leaned down to kiss his neck, making him throw his head back with a long groan.
"Wow," he whispered. "Chi, I – you feel so good."
She hummed against his skin, "So do you."
When she decided to start movement, everything increased tenfold. She wasn't really sure what to do exactly. Bounce? Move back and forth? But she played around, deciding that whatever made Goku whisper nonsensical phrases was a good thing. Or whatever made him grab her hips and try to replicate the motion. He did that a lot.
His hands guided her and she moved. They moved. Together. Finding a pace, a pattern, that they could use to make the most of the moment. And all the while, she dropped down occasionally to stretch across his chest, to kiss his neck, to sigh into his mouth. Sweat began to form between them, no doubt from the exertion. Who would have thought sex could be such an exercise?
A wonderful, beautiful exercise. They were one. In-sync like never before. She couldn't get enough. Faster, and faster they went. She didn't want to stop, and yet something was building. Making her shake and shiver and tremble as she soon lost control. Breathing became a challenge all on its own. Muscles ached at the movement, but she was tough. Her legs were especially strong. All the kata and training and workouts had certainly strengthened them.
So much she wanted to share with him, so much she was sharing with him. She fell across Goku and let his arms do more of the work, let him move her as her climax came. As the feeling rushed through her entire body and she cried out, small shocks filling her with every jerk thereafter as he tried to reach his own climax. She always came first, but she supposed that was a good thing. He certainly had enough stamina to last long enough to build her up a second time.
Because the night continued even after her first orgasm. Continued til her legs ached fiercely and she was well spent. Chi-Chi did refuse to allow him to flip them over, despite his protests that he could handle it now. She was strong enough to take whatever pace he wanted to dish out, and she proved it. Even with those small breaks in between where she was playful with her kisses. Playful as she whispered meaningful phrases in his ear, phrases of her undying love.
Because now she was free to say she loved him however much she wanted to. Now she could tell him everything she had worried about saying before. Love was no longer a silly high school word.
It was everything.
And by the end of the night, he whispered it back to her many times over.