7: Risqué
They stayed silent for a while before Chi-Chi stood up. "If that's all the questions, I'd like to take a shower and change before Gohan wakes up."
She didn't wait for them to object, quickly retreating back inside. Despite how carefully she moved, Goku hadn't even gotten the chance to get up so he could follow her. A part of him was reluctant to leave Gohan without either Chi-Chi or himself nearby, but if he couldn't trust the Ox King with his son, who could he trust?
He honestly didn't care what his friends were doing at the moment, though as he entered the house he could hear Bulma talking about how she couldn't blame Chi-Chi for wanting to change clothes.
He met her at the base of the stairs, her arms were already full of the things she'd need to use to get clean.
"Can I join you?"
She blinked in surprise at that before blushing. "Why- that- I don't think-"
"Please? I want to make sure you're okay."
"Goku, I'm fine."
How could she just say something like that? "You've been guarding your left side this entire time." Gently he tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Even if it isn't anything to worry about, I want to know. I need to see it with my own eyes. Please?" He swallowed down a whine that was starting to build in his throat. If she refused now, after he'd explained why, he'd accept it. He'd have to, even though he wouldn't like it. Whining would just make her feel guilty and like she had to let him join her.
Much to his relief, she nodded though her face was still red.
She turned shy again once the bathroom door was closed, placing her clothes on the floor, her soaps in the shower and she was avoiding having to look at him. Goku couldn't help but eye her intensely. There was very little change in her arms and legs, other than how skinny they were now. He was most worried about her left side, but she didn't seem inclined to hurry up and show him.
So with a shrug he got undressed, making her squeak adorably. "Goku!"
"What? My body's changed too, you know."
"N-Not by that much!" Despite her clear embarrassment she wasn't looking away from him now. Goku grinned and a purr built up in his throat, glad she still liked the way he looked. Despite her interest and his own increasingly obvious desire to touch her he stayed where he was, giving her time to take things at her own pace.
With a deep breath she let the boxers she'd been wearing drop to the floor. He still couldn't see much of her body, due to the length of the shirt. Luckily he didn't have to wait that long before she discarded the shirt as well.
He couldn't help but inhale sharply at the sight of her left side. Splashed along her ribs was a pink puckered scar about the size of his hand. It was wrinkly and some parts looked almost melted. Before he could think twice about it he was at her side, fingers hovering over the wound though he didn't dare try to touch it.
"They did this?" His voice came out as more of a snarl and he felt much the same as when he found Krillin dead from the Demon King Piccolo's minion. The wound had clearly healed over as it neither looked nor smelled fresh, it still looked painful and Goku couldn't imagine how horrible it felt when it was just inflicted.
Only her gentle hands holding on to his own stopped him from storming out and taking revenge right then and there. "It's okay," her voice was a soft murmur. "It doesn't hurt. It just looks kind of ugly-"
"Nothing about you is ugly."
That at least made her laugh, even though he was completely serious. "You'd say that even if I turned into a toad monster."
"Yeah? You'd still be Chi-Chi." That earned him a kiss. He wasn't sure why because he'd only been stating the obvious but he wasn't about to complain about it. "Are you okay? Earlier your dad hugged you around there."
"Is that why you kept growling at him?"
"I was growling?"
"Not very loudly, I felt it more than heard it. But I am fine. The truth is…" She hesitated, "the truth is that I can't feel anything from that part." Chi-Chi gently started massaging his hands when he let out a pained whine. "The doctor said that the nerves in my skin were damaged in that area. That that could happen with bad burns. But it's only on my skin and some surface muscle. My ribs and the rest of it are fine. It's only the top bit that's numb."
"That doesn't sound fine to me." His voice was shaky and he didn't even know what kind of noise he was making, or even what he was feeling. He was glad that she wasn't currently hurt but at the same time she wouldn't be able to feel if that area was injured. Goku could recall the first time his arm went numb from sleeping in an odd position. His Grandpa had thought he was dying because he'd cried so much. He himself had thought his arm was dead and was scared it'd happen to the rest of his limbs. He hadn't been a fan of the 'pins and needles' feeling that came afterwards either. Goku mentally shuddered; if that was what needles felt like then he really didn't want to get poked with them at all.
Sometimes when he was really sleepy he thought that was why he couldn't feel his tail, before remembering it was gone. Other times it felt like his tail was tensed so tightly he could barely move. Thankfully that feeling only ever lasted for a couple seconds though.
Regardless, Goku was not a fan of the idea that Chi-Chi couldn't feel a part of herself. However there wasn't much he could do about it at the moment. Goku also couldn't spend the whole time looking at that one spot on her body. He gently placed his hands on her hips as he turned his attention to the rest of her body.
The second scar that caught his eye was a straight thin one that was a couple inches below her belly button. When he made a questioning noise about that one, Chi-Chi actually smiled, albeit a little sadly. "When Gohan was ready to be born, I wasn't strong enough to push him out myself. They had to remove him from there."
"Oh…" That still sounded kind of bad, but it didn't look so bad and it didn't sound like she disliked that scar like she had with the other one. "Where- where was he supposed to come out?"
Her face turned redder than the roof of Kame house and for some reason she whispered the answer into his ear, even though they were the only ones in the room.
"From there!?"
"Shush! It's embarrassing!"
"But-But he's so big!" At least in comparison to that part of his wife. "How!?"
"He was smaller when he was first born!"
"How much smaller?" The size she indicated with her hands did little to alleviate his shock. "But that's still- I barely fit in there! And that's the part that's supposed to!" That was at least until they learned it was much more comfortable and pleasurable it was for Chi-Chi if he touched her a bunch first. He didn't mind, it felt better to him too when she was all wet and warm from his hands and mouth. Still, his cock was way smaller than what a newborn Gohan apparently was.
"Goku!" Her voice was more of a whine by now, her hands were covering her face in a poor attempt to hide her blush. "Please!"
"Okay, okay." He held his hands up in surrender as he dropped the subject. Still, it was no wonder they had to cut their son out. He honestly couldn't imagine anyone pushing anything that size out of a hole that big. Then again, from what she'd said Chi-Chi had expected herself to be able to. Well, he figured, if anyone was strong enough to do something like that it'd be his wife.
He put his hands back on her hip, his thumb gently and tentatively rubbing at the border of the scar on her side. She didn't react to that touch but, from what she'd said, he hadn't expected her to.
Goku resumed his examination of her body while she calmed down. There were a few other spots scattered on her shoulders, upper thighs and across her body that looked kind of like the scar on her side did, but they were much smaller and didn't look nearly as bad as that big one. A few were almost too faint for him to see.
One of which was just below her collar bone and he couldn't quite keep himself from kissing it. She squeaked at the action but she didn't pull away or object too much when he started moving from scar to scar. Given the way she shivered and shuddered, those scars at least weren't numb and if how she leaned into his kisses was any indication, she very much enjoyed the attention he was giving her.
The skin to skin contact between the two of them felt fantastic. Even more so when he pulled her close to him after he abandoned her scars and kissed her lips. He knew he'd missed the feeling of her body pressed against his with nothing between them, but he hadn't realized just how much. His hands were moving all over her body, unable to decide where to linger. He wanted to touch everywhere on her. Chi-Chi's own hands began rubbing at his shoulders, teasing the option that they'd go into his hair. They hadn't really done much more than light touches and kisses but he was already hard and aching for more.
Eventually the need for air meant he had to separate from her mouth, but that just gave him the opportunity to move down her neck. Clearly Chi-Chi had missed being intimate with him as well, if the way she was panting and pulling him closer was any indication. The small needy sounds that accompanied her rapid breathing made him purr loudly and deeply.
"Mm, Goku," the way she gasped his name sent his heart racing. "We- we shouldn't. This isn't home. And Gohan- Ah!"
He bit at her shoulder lightly, just the way he knew she liked it. "'s fine. I locked the door." He kissed where he'd bitten, before moving on and biting her again. "We'll be quiet too." He didn't want to be. He wanted to hear her scream his name and to be able to let her know just how much he liked being intimate with her. But she wouldn't like that and he didn't really want anyone to know what she sounded like when having sex. "And Gohan's fine. He's-" He cut himself off with a groan as she shoved her hands into his hair.
It wasn't long before the small room was filled with the scent of their arousals and the gasps and quiet moans from both of them. The sounds and smells she was making in particular were driving him to the edge. They hadn't even gotten to the more intimate parts yet!
Goku wasn't sure which one of them made the choice to settle down on the floor, but he gladly used their new position to turn his wife around and pull her onto his lap, pressing her back into his chest and sucking on her shoulder. One of his hands went between her legs while his other grabbed at her breasts.
Her sudden hiss of pain felt like ice had been poured into his veins. Both his hands immediately went back to her hips where he knew it was safe for him to touch. "Chi-Chi?"
"S-Sorry," she panted out, "you're fine. My chest is just- just a little sensitive."
Goku nuzzled into her neck. "Okay. You don't want me touching them?"
She nodded, "I didn't think it'd hurt that much."
"It's fine." He nipped at her again. The skin on her neck was starting to look red from his efforts, much to his private glee. One of his hands was already making its way back to her damp curls. "I'll just have to touch you elsewhere," he growled out.
"Please," came the whimpered response.
His fingers eagerly plunged between her folds, his thumb circling and pressing into her sensitive nub while his other fingers teased and stretched her opening. She gave a loud gasp at the contact before taking a hand from his hair and covering her mouth with it. He moved his mouth from her neck to her ear while his other hand explored her waist and stomach. A few of her scars, he'd found, were sensitive in a good way and he relentlessly took advantage of that.
Before long she was writhing and bucking on his lap. Her second hand had long since left his hair to grab at his wrist for balance. She'd tried stroking him but as much as he liked it, Goku had to put a stop to that; anything more than incidental touches there would probably make him finish too soon.
When her legs started trembling and her muffled sounds took on a certain pitch he removed his hand from her core. She whined out his name as he turned them over, leaving him on top and her pressed against the floor. He rubbed his cock against her soaked slit and even that was nearly too much for him to take.
"I'm mm, going to go inside. Kay?"
"Please, Goku!" She buried her face in her arms as he lined himself up.
With a quick snap of his hips, he was in. Goku didn't really have time to take in how good and soft and warm she felt before instinct had him moving again. His grip on her hip was nearly bruising and he barely had the presence of mind to bring a hand down to rub and pinch at her clit. He refused to climax without her feeling that same pleasure.
It wasn't long before she was muffling her cries with her arms and he felt her walls flutter and squeeze around him, spurring his own release. He tried to hold back his own sounds of pleasure, but it ended up coming out as a snarled moan.
He nearly flattened her when he went limp from the aftermath. Not that she'd complained, though it didn't seem like she'd had any breath to complain with.
"That was," he gasped out, "I missed that." He buried his face in her hair and took in their mixed scents. "Missed you."
"Mm," he felt more than saw her nod. "We should… Shower…"
Goku grunted in agreement. Now that the desperate edge to his desire had been sated, he was pretty sure they could take their time for the next round as well.
Fortunately it didn't take long at all for him to completely recover. He easily managed to carry his wife to the shower. By the time he turned the water on, it was obvious he was ready for another round.
This time he didn't even need to ask her if he could enter her. Without any prompting she pressed herself against him and lifted her leg around his waist. He took the hint and lifted her up, trapping her between his body and the wall. The quickly warming water cascaded around them as they rejoined their bodies.
Her ankles hooked around his back as they exchanged kisses; some of them were gentle, some with more teeth than anything else, but always they were full of love and desire for each other. All the while he rocked into her, savoring the feeling he was starting to think he'd never feel again.
Despite their mostly languid pace, it wasn't long before both of them were shaking and clutching at each other as they neared their peaks. He swallowed her cries greedily as he worked to follow her, though admittedly it didn't take much effort. Though entering her from behind always seem to allow him to go deeper and gave him easier access to her clit, having her like this – facing him- was his favorite position. Seeing her face as he pleased her, as she climaxed, being able to so easily kiss her… It was the best.
It was only after he was done that he noticed her eyes were closed and how worryingly limp his wife was.
"Chi-Chi?" He nuzzled her neck as a whine built up in the back of his throat. "Chi-Chi, what's wrong?"
Thankfully she started to move before he could panic. "Nm. Goku?"
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I- I think that's my limit though." She couldn't seem to keep her eyes open. "And I don't want Gohan to wake up without me there, not right now."
"Okay," he gently kissed her forehead and moved so that she was directly under the water. He didn't set her down though, it didn't seem like she could stand on her own power at the moment. Goku didn't mind, not when it meant he could hold her close.
He took his time gently and thoroughly cleaning her while she rested. Given that he was holding her up, some areas were trickier to wash than others but he managed. He'd started at her feet and by the time he'd gotten to her hair, Chi-Chi had recovered enough to stand on her own. That just meant he had both hands free to wash her hair with though, something he eagerly took advantage of.
Goku loved washing her hair and playing with it in general, not quite as much as he enjoyed burying his face in it, or having Chi-Chi play with and wash his own hair. But her hair was long and easy to grab and pull; someone could seriously hurt her if they got a hold of it- something he knew she was aware of- so the fact that she'd let him touch it so easily spoke volumes of how much she trusted him. It always made him feel special.
As he concentrated on meticulously cleaning her hair, Chi-Chi returned the favor. Not cleaning his hair, thankfully, but washing the rest of him. As much as he wanted it, her washing his hair right now would be far too distracting and make him way too eager to have sex with her again.
A coo escaped him as he noticed she was exploring and memorizing his body with her hands as much as she was cleaning him. On reflection of the past few moments, he hadn't really let her do much other than touch his hair the first time. The second time was more mutual, but he'd still been in control when it came to the pace. Next time, he decided, would be her turn. The idea made him shiver with want. Though he did enjoy dominating her and focusing everything on making her feel good, there was something really appealing about relinquishing complete control of himself to her. That she would take all that time and energy just to make him- and sometimes only him- feel good, just made his heart well up with so much love for her it'd feel like he'd burst.
It was only after he'd finished rinsing her hair that she started to kiss his neck and shoulders as her hands rubbed at his sides.
"Chi-Chi," he rumbled out, hands mimicking hers, "you want to go again?" He'd have to clean between her legs again, but it wasn't something he minded too much.
He almost whined when he felt her head shake, it turned into a startled sharp inhale of pleasure when she bit at his nipple though. "I think it would cause me to pass out for real if we do," she murmured into his chest. Despite that, one of her hands wandered down to stroke his cock, already hard and waiting for her. "I still want to please you though."
"You don't ah!" She squeezed gently at his member and he couldn't help but thrust into her hand. Words left him as her teeth and tongue teased at his nipples while her other hand snaked around to touch at his tail stub. It was too much, taking his breath away, making him feel so good it was hard to think. Yet it wasn't enough to push him over the edge. She was very skilled at keeping him in that state, she always had been. He really wished she'd tell him how so he could do the same for her.
All he could do was cling to her. He wasn't even coherent enough to pull her closer. Even if he was, he likely wouldn't have been strong enough. Chi-Chi was always good at making him feel weak. He loved it though, as long as it was with her.
Goku wasn't sure how long she kept him in that wonderful state of torture. He wasn't actually even aware of anything other than her. His thoughts were a messy cacophony of 'yours' over and over again as he gave himself wholly to her. Just as, whenever she was under him, helpless to him, he couldn't help but think 'mine.'
Only when Chi-Chi decided he'd had enough did the hand on his dick start to move faster, and her other hand pressed a little bit harder into that sensitive spot on his back. Now it was his turn to muffle his voice with his hand as his release rapidly approached.
A sudden wailing cry shattered the bliss and caused his wife to pull away from him far too soon. Without a thought he pulled her back against him, shamelessly rutting against her hip.
"Wait, Gohan-"
"He's fine, Chi-Chi, please, he's fine I just need - please!" She was his, she couldn't just stop like that now when he wasn't done!
She probably huffed in annoyance but he honestly couldn't pay attention to anything other than the way his too hot, too hard cock felt against her wonderfully soft skin or the way her soaps and arousal teased his nose. Her hip was quickly replaced by the firm grip of her hand once again. Chi-Chi's other hand sharply yanked at his hair, the slight pain making him see stars as it became too much for him.
Goku might have cried out, he might have growled or roared but honestly he couldn't tell, he was too lost in the pleasure his wife had given him. He was aware enough, however to know that Chi-Chi didn't linger.
By the time he recovered enough to whine and reach for her, Chi-Chi had quickly dried herself and had gotten dressed.
With a sharp click the door was shut leaving Goku alone in the shower, whining pitifully at her absence.