This chapter is for day 4 of GoChi Week.

Theme: Over the waves

'Do Carrots and Milk go together?'

That had been the first message he had sent to Lady Milk, and Goku couldn't believe that that silly phrase had actually received a response. He didn't know how to flirt, well, not exactly with strange people, since he used to flirt with Chichi even when they were married, but still, it was different.

He muttered contentedly as soon as he received a new notification on his cell phone while flying over the ocean waves as he returned from a visit to Master Roshi's house.

The two of them had been talking for over a month and he couldn't believe that he had actually managed to find an interesting woman through the Finder application. He looked at many, many profiles, and nothing caught his attention. He found them all boring and dull until he found hers. Only Lady Milk's, and that was the only one he had been talking to since then. It was amazing how much they had in common, and that was what had drawn Goku's attention to her profile from the beginning, the similarities they had with his own.

Like him, she was divorced – although he wasn't yet properly divorced, as nothing had been made official until then. She had two children, still kids, it seemed, while he had two too, but one child and a young adult. She liked to practice Pilates, which he had discovered after a while had to do with exercises for the body and mind, so it was also something very close to martial arts – whose information had been changed to 'physical activities', because Krillin claimed that the term 'martial arts' could refer to an aggressive profile and this wouldn't sound very good to him. Goku didn't care and let his friend do as he pleased, he certainly knew about this much more than he did. Another thing she liked was cooking, and he, being the legitimate sayan as he was, loved to eat, so it was already something else in common.

During the conversations they had, they got to know each other a little more, getting to know a little about their lives, but always in a very subtle way, so that very personal information was not revealed, such as names, residence, etc. He also didn't reveal that he was an alien who came from another planet as a child, who used to have a tail and could transform into a giant ape, or even transform into a super sayan (one, two, and three!). These details he decided to omit, Krillin had advised him that he shouldn't go around talking about it, because, besides being something that could link him to his true identity, it was something that could scare people away, and his previous experiences proved that many humans could react negatively to it. Goku eventually agreed with him, because, again, his friend had more knowledge about this sort of thing than he did. Of course, sooner or later he would have to reveal it, but it wasn't time yet. They were just getting to know each other.

Goku answered her message and closed his eyes briefly, feeling the wind hit his face and the sound of the ocean waves relaxing him. And so he allowed his mind to travel freely and imagined how Lady Milk would look like. At first, he saw her from her back, a beautiful silhouette, strong legs and arms, her hair black and straight, her skin fair, smooth, delicate. Then he began to imagine her from the front, thick thighs, a thin waist, a large bust, and finally, her face, her black eyes, her thin nose, and her pink lips. He imagined every bit of her and his mind delighted in the creation of that image, which unconsciously took shape, a more concrete, more real shape. He smiled slightly before widening his astonished eyes.

It was Chichi!

Chichi was who he was imagining.

Damn it! he sighed, frustrated. He was still unable to imagine another woman, to feel desire or attraction for any other woman. Chichi still dominated his mind and, honestly, his heart. And he didn't really know if it'd ever be different. He still thought about his ex a lot, basically every single day. And his heart still squeezed deep in his chest every time. He still loved Chichi and believed that it would be impossible to ever stop loving her.

He closed his eyes tightly again, his heart beating hard, racing, clenching in his chest. He still couldn't believe that Chichi had put him out of the house. Did she really not love him anymore? Well... seven years was a long time... But he had never stopped loving her during that time, never stopped thinking about Chichi. She had always been his safe haven.

After coming back to life and returning to his family, Goku thought that things could just go back to normal, but he couldn't have been more wrong. There were wounds, deep wounds that he had caused. He knew that he had made Chichi suffer deeply, but apparently, he had no dimension of how much.

It was hard for him to recognize that he was the one who was hurting her, that he was the one causing all the suffering that she, that their family had been through.

Chichi was certainly better off without him...

And as much as he hated it, he needed to accept that. Accept it and move on, forget about her, and try to be happy again. Even if he still felt connected with her, even if it felt a little bit wrong to keep talking to another woman. But Chichi was already moving on. It was his turn.

And, perhaps, Lady Milk was his way...

It was both odd and exciting. Goku had never been interested in any woman until he married Chichi, and from then on she became his object of desire. But at that moment when they were no longer together, no longer married, he could feel some interest to meet this Lady Milk personally. He felt like at the beginning of his marriage, when he was discovering all those feelings and sensations that Chichi had awakened in him. The butterflies in his stomach every time a new message came from Lady Milk, the anxiety to send a reply, the excitement when they spent hours in the middle of the night talking about trivialities.

He hoped that he would soon be able to meet her in person.

The conversations were getting deeper and deeper and more and more intimate and it was already becoming difficult not to reveal too much information about her personal life. Chichi was still afraid of talking too much about her and putting herself or her family at risk. How many cases had she heard of men seducing women over the Internet and then doing terrible things to them? This was no joke, she knew, but it was getting more and more complicated and, for some strange reason, she felt an unusual trust in Mr. Carrot. Even though she had never seen his face or even known his name.

Chichi bit his lower lip. How could he? He knew almost nothing about that man's life! All their conversations were about things they did or had done, discussed ideas, and tastes, and talked about things that were happening in the world, and things that had happened in the past. Of course, Chichi omitted that she herself had been involved in many of the events that had happened on Earth, like her son being the real winner of the Cell tournament, even with Mr. Satan taking all the credit – and the money. Nor had she revealed that her children were two hybrids, since their father was a sayan alien and the most powerful man on earth. How could she? It would scare Mr. Carrot! Who would want to get involved with a woman whose ex was the strongest guy in the world?!

That's right, NONE!

Anyway, they had been talking for two months and she knew very little about the man's life, who he really was. He had said that he didn't have a job, and although this had discouraged her at first, he commented that he had enough money that he had earned from his last job. Enough to live quietly for a few years and provide for his children's education – and that was where he had won her back again. She also didn't know the reason for his divorce, but neither did she reveal hers. How could she? Would she say that her ex-husband was dead for seven years, then came back to life, tried to pick up where they left off, but couldn't? How would she explain to him that her ex had come back to life? She couldn't talk about the dragon ball, just like that, as if they were something simple. So she was leaving these details out, but she knew that sooner or later, if things developed, she'd have to tell him the truth.

She knew that he had no father or mother, that he was raised by his grandfather, and she had also revealed that she never had a mother, only a father, but she had also not mentioned that she was the Fry-Pan princess and that her father was the powerful and fearsome (no longer) Ox King. She knew that he had two children, but didn't know how old they were, and that he apparently loved them and enjoyed spending time with them, which was something she valued very much. He seemed to be a good father.

Chichi took a deep breath. There was a part of her that wanted to get to know Mr. Carrot in more depth, but there was another one, a large part of her, that felt she was betraying Goku. After all, they hadn't even made their divorce official yet and she was already there, talking to another man, openly flirting with another man.

However, she knew she was being silly, that Goku was already moving on. She knew it would happen, after all, he didn't love her anymore. How naive she had been to think that he still loved her after all this time, that they could go back to living as a family together, that they would be happy again... She had really believed that those seven years had not changed his feelings for her, but she couldn't have been more wrong.

It didn't take long for Goku to decide that they should split up, but who was she kidding? It was obvious that this would happen. Goku had spent the last seven years free, in the other world, training, fighting, doing what he loved most, how could he still be there, in that house, stuck with her? He was a free spirit, always had been, and she... she was just holding him back, she was a burden in his life. It was obvious that Goku would realize this soon and would want his freedom back, so he decided to leave her for good.

But she still loved him, loved him with all her strength, with every cell in her body, and she would always love him. Forever. Until the end of her life. She had no doubt about that. He was the father of her children, her first love, and that was not something that could be erased.

However, she needed to move on, she couldn't keep holding on to that feeling forever, or she would never be happy again. If Goku chose to move on, as he apparently was moving on, then she should too, and she couldn't feel guilty about it, for going after her happiness.

Soon her cell phone rang with another reply message from Mr. Carrot:

'I really like talking to you!'

Her heart soared and butterflies fluttered inside her stomach. How could that mysterious man cause that kind of reaction in her? The only one who had been able to do this until then was only Goku. Not even in all those years of widowhood did she want to go out with other men, she didn't even look at other men, she ignored the compliments she received, the looks, the comments from some perverted guys, the advances from the brave ones, she ignored all the other notifications and profiles that liked her profile on the app.

And then she was there, chatting by messages with that stranger, the one who had caught her attention, feeling as if she were a teenager again, leaning to love. She promptly answered his message, confessing that she also really enjoyed talking to him, even though she still knew him so little.

The answer that came back surprised her:

'I'd like to meet you in person, what do you say?'

She bit her lower lip, uncertain. Should she? They knew each other so little and for such a short time.

However, she had married Goku without practically knowing him either, hadn't she?

So... why not...?

Goku looked in the mirror once again, checking on his look. He had never been one to care much about his appearance, however, past experiences with Chichi had made him understand that for dating he needed to dress well and couldn't wear his training gi, even though that was what he preferred to wear most of the time.

He was wearing a white dress shirt, but no tie, because he didn't like that thing tightening around his neck, dark gray dress pants, and black shoes. He had asked Krillin to help him choose a nice outfit for him and a nice place where he could take Lady Milk for dinner, and his bald friend had promptly helped him. He took a shower, shaved, and put on some perfume.

I was ready to meet her.

His heart, however, was restless. As much as he enjoyed talking to Lady Milk and was curious to meet her in person, he was still far from forgetting Chichi, and going on a date with a woman other than her was awkward and seemed, in a way, wrong.

But he tried not to focus on that at that moment. He was only going out to meet someone he was chatting with virtually, it didn't mean they were going to have anything – yet. And, at worst, he would eat well, because that restaurant had good food and he could become friends with the woman. He was good at making friends.

However, he really hoped that this meeting could be the missing trigger for his heart to open up again. Things between him and Chichi were over, they had barely spoken since their separation and it would probably continue that way, so he needed to move on. He had good feelings about this woman.

Goku then took a confident look at himself through his reflection in the mirror and nodded. It was time to move on!

Chichi got out of her house and walked to the cab dressed in her most beautiful dark blue evening dress. Her hair was in a side braid with a few loose scrunchies in front, she was wearing light make-up, black high heels, and a black handbag. Modesty aside, she was feeling very beautiful and Eighteen had confirmed that this look was dressed to kill.

She checked her cell phone one last time, making sure there was no message from Mr. Carrot saying that he had already arrived, and since there was nothing, she assumed he wasn't there yet. She took a step forward, but hesitated, unsure if she should go through with it. She was going to a restaurant to meet a mysterious man she had met on the internet. That didn't seem quite right. The man could be a bandit, a criminal, or a murderer! Well, it couldn't be anything she couldn't handle either, after all, she could still defend herself and fight very well. Sure, she wasn't as strong as Goku and his other friends or sons, but she could beat Goten to a pulp until he transformed into a super sayan, and her son wasn't the least bit weak in base form, she believed she could handle this guy if he was, in fact, a pervert.

Anyway, she was halfway there, she had already made the appointment, and now it was too late to give up. Or not? He wasn't in there yet. She could turn around, dismiss the cab and make up some excuse. Or not! Just disappear, don't answer any more questions. He didn't know who she was, after all.

Chichi bit her lip and closed her eyes. How had she gotten herself into this situation? She had arranged that date with him weeks ago, and what had seemed like something so far away had come so fast that she could barely process it. She had arranged everything. Since that weekend was not for Goku to be with his children, she had asked Eighteen to help take care of Goten, after all, she was the only one who knew about these arrangements of hers with Mr. Carrot and she'd prefer it to stay that way. As for Gohan, he was big enough to stay home alone, although he had a date with Videl too, and wouldn't be home until the next day. She shook her head staggering the thoughts. She just hoped her son was taking care of himself!

Armed with courage, Chichi decided to go ahead and enter the cab. She had nothing left to lose! Her Goku was no longer hers. She was already a separated woman.

It was time to get back to living her life.

She had been greeted by an employee right at the entrance of the restaurant and gave her name, as the employee found no one who had mentioned that was waiting for her, he took her to one of the free tables inside the restaurant.

Chichi followed the young man, nervously, her heart in her mouth and her hands sweating. Her eyes looking for quick exits, in case it was necessary to escape or run away.

"Here you are, Mrs. Son! Please, make yourself comfortable and the waiter will be right with you!" said the attendant, who pointed to a free table for her to sit at. She was not yet divorced, hence the use of her married name.

She smiled and thanked him, but when she went to sit down and the attendant had finally left her field of vision, her eyes quickly caught an image.

Her heart leaped, raced, she almost had a heart attack!

Right at the front table was her ex!

"Goku?"

"Chichi?"