Chapter five notes: Firstly, I'd like to thank all of you who've stuck with the story this far. I appreciate your encouragement and I hope you enjoy the rest of the "tail".
Just an FYI – Chantisu is pronounced "Shon-tee-zhu".
Definitely a hard R rating – if you've been lying about your age it's time to stop here. No minors. I'll design a chapter five suitable for you.
And for all those who cried out at the thought of poly-amory, bail now! (I don't want to hear "Its your fault because I couldn't stop myself") This is where the rubber hits the road. Enjoy the ride ;)
Chapter Five – All things past and present
Corruption's power runs deep and wide.
But it never lasts long.
Triumph comes swiftly before the army knows its defeat.
Fight hard, live hard, die hard.
Embrace the darkness to bring the light
The ship made terrible squealing, ripping noises as rock tore against titanium. It was almost unbearable for Piccolo. He grit his teeth and waited for the craft to be totally exposed.
"Get out you cowards!" Vegeta was shouting, tensing for the inevitable battle.
Gohan was wide-eyed and looked frightened. Piccolo nodded to him and he felt slightly better.
The spacecraft listed to the starboard side then righted itself on the hard ground. Dust clouds swirled around making it impossible to see who was disembarking. Short, squat creatures came out in pairs, their skin a fuchsia pink and their hair just nubby spikes. Eight, then ten, then twelve came rolling out.
Vegeta waited, not patiently, for the bastard he'd thought his son had killed to reappear from the dead. "Get out of the ship you idiotic puss. I'll pull you out by your vocal cords and wrap them around your ankles!"
Gohan looked shocked. He'd seen Vegeta angry before, but he'd never seem him like this. His face was flushed and almost purple. All his veins stood out. He wanted this battle more than he'd wanted anything in his life. Except defeating Kakarot.
Quiet moments tick by.
Slipping like the stream that the fish and crabs love to
go with.
The rocks stand still but yet they move.
They are ground away by the easy flow.
Goku and Chantisu were sitting on the floor. They had a candle and some incense burning. Both had their eyes closed, their legs crossed with their knees touching. They were meditating. Chantisu leaned forward so that her forehead rested ever so lightly on Goku's. His breathing changed slightly but he said nothing. An energy aura began to glow around them. It was tinged pink and hummed softly. It wasn't anything like the aura a Saiyan would create in battle.
She sighed and opened her eyes. He felt the change and opened his eyes too. He smiled at her and she took his hand, squeezing it.
"That was…" she began.
"Incredible." He finished. It was her turn to smile.
"Goku?"
"Yeah?"
"You felt it, didn't you?"
"You mean the waves?"
She nodded.
"Oh yeah. It was constant. Kinda soft at first but then it was like making my whole body pulse."
"I'm so relieved." She laughed a bit. "I thought maybe it was only me."
"Nope. That was us."
Her eyes shined at him. He was so unassuming and guileless. Everything he said was straight from his heart. He didn't try to hide things or change depending on who he was talking to. She was beginning to love him. And Chantisu realized that this was how it was supposed to be. This is what it would have been like to be his mate. She silently thanked Kami for allowing this to happen.
"Ow! That's hot!"
A pan clattered to the floor. Goku was blowing on his fingers, ignoring the mess splayed out on the rug.
"Goku! You always use the pot holders when taking the pans off the stove."
She had to chuckle at him. He was in such a hurry to eat what he'd prepared; he'd forgotten the first thing she'd taught him about cooking.
Chantisu took his arm and led him to the sink. She ran cool water over his fingers. He smiled as relief washed over his face.
"Much better, ahhh."
Chantisu couldn't help it – he was so adorable in his simplicity.
She reached up with her face and kissed his cheek.
He looked surprised. Then pleased.
"Thanks for not yelling at me."
"For what?"
"For making a mess."
"It's nothing. I'm just glad you didn't burn yourself worse."
"Wow." He thought to himself. "She's so different. At home I'd be spending the night in the cave with Higher Dragon."
He reached down to her cheek and kissed it.
"Well, thanks just the same."
Chantisu had trained hard before. Or so she'd thought. She'd been battling Goku for going on the third hour. Her clothes were absolutely soaked through. She gotten in a few good kicks and punches but for the most part, she'd been beaten up. It wasn't malicious. It was just hard, tough training.
Goku had taught her some new moves and ways to gather ki blasts that she hadn't known or understood before. They had spent hours discussing strategy and technique, power and ki. She'd spent more time on her fighting techniques in this time chamber than she had almost in a whole training semester on Vegeta.
She charged at him and he dodged her easily, doubling up his fists to send her to the floor again. This time she flipped sideways and caught him across the jaw with her left foot. She heard the satisfying "crack" of connection.
Quicker than sound, Goku flipped backwards and rapidly fired three consecutive ki blasts, knocking her to floor anyway. She got up slowly. Chantisu wiped the sweat from her forehead and surged forward again.
Falling can be so gentle. It can be slow too.
Fast is the way it happens most.
The fall pets me and holds me.
I love the feeling that it brings.
Freedom
Flight
Affection
Relflection
Falling is beautiful and so am I.
She ran a hot bath, pouring in a large amount of aromatic bubble stuff. It was supposed to have herbs to relieve sore muscles. Chantisu figured she'd need a forest of herbs to relieve the pain she'd been feeling since beginning training with Goku. He was the strongest fighter she'd ever encountered. And yet, he instinctively knew her limits, challenging her to the very edge of her abilities, the actual cusp of true injury to make her stronger each day. It was amazing to watch how he calculated just how far to go, making miniscule adjustments in the strength of his kicks, punches and ki blasts. He was keeping his promise to Kami, training seriously while they got the opportunity to know each other better.
Dropping off her stinky, sweaty clothes, she lowered herself into the large tub, sighing a loud, satisfied sigh. Her face became flushed from the heat but it was sinking into her muscles, relieving the tension and soreness. Chantisu needed this time to herself. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy every single minute with Goku, because she did, but things were changing for her and in her. She needed time to process, to think and become. Besides, Goku was still in the training room. He'd promised himself he would do five hundred crunches. When she'd left, he was on about three-twenty-five.
She sank deeper into the tub and began to think about how they had gotten through the stories of their childhoods. They had made a small fire (which they promised each other to not tell Kami about it) and popcorn. It had felt like a date. He told her of Gohan, the old man that had raised him. How he'd loved him and cared for him even when he was a wild, aggressive Saiyan monster of a child. That is where he'd learned what true love was about. The lesson that no matter how some one treats you, you can still choose to love them.
She'd shared how she was the 'baby" of the family. All her brothers were strong warriors and they assumed she'd never make it to that status. She'd trained harder than ever. She'd prove them wrong. In the meantime, her family kept reminding her that she was be mated to Kakarot and they would have fine, strong Saiyan offspring. In the end, when Kakarot became lost, they gave up on the idea and allowed her to train full time. She'd become a better than average warrior herself. And she'd served the kingdom willingly. Even though her family was not very affectionate, she still missed them terribly and at that point in her story, she'd cried.
Never had she shed so many tears than she had in front of Goku. He simply took her into his strong arms and let her have her feelings. She'd felt like she never wanted to leave that place, safe and warm, cherished.
The door to the bathroom opened, pulling her out of her reverie. Spiked hair popped into view, but his face did not.
"Chanti?" He'd taking to calling her this.
"Yes?"
"Are you almost done?"
"Why?"
"Um. I don't know. I was just wondering."
He misses me, she thought to herself.
Yes I do.
Oh my god, I heard that!
Yeah, it's begun. I figured it would soon.
The whole conversation had taken place without spoken words. They had bonded in the traditional Saiyan way and could now "hear" each other's thoughts.
Chi Chi arrived at Bulma's around 10:30. No one was home at her house and she could sure use a talk with someone who'd understand being married to a Saiyan. Well not exactly married. But she knew her younger friend would get this. So she rapped on the door and waited for Bulma to answer.
The door swung open and Bulma was standing there in a tiny mini-skirt and bright pink cap-sleeved top. Her hair was fixed and she looked very happy.
"ChiChi! Nice to see you." She opened the door wider. "Come in."
As soon as Chi Chi stepped in, Bulma could tell something was troubling her.
"What's wrong?"she asked.
Chi Chi felt a little numb inside. It was hard to express exactly what was wrong.
"We'd better sit down first, Here." Bulma led her to the sofa.
As soon as she sat, Chi Chi began to cry. Loudly!
Bulma put her arm around her friend and comforted her the best she could without knowing what the problem was.
"He…left…with *hic.. her! He….said….he'd be back."
"Goku? Left with who?"
"That new girl." Chi Chi wailed.
"Oh, Goku will be back. He gave his word. He never breaks his word."
Bulma got Chi Chi a glass of water. As she drank, her hiccups subsided and she calmed down a bit.
"I'm sorry Bulma. You know how I can get hysterical."
Bulma just patted her knee, knowing better than to agree with that.
"Now, why did they go?"
"They said they had been betrothed to one another on Vegeta. They wanted time to check it out or something. Kami said they were kharmically connected. I know he'll be back. It's just so upsetting."
"Goku loves you, right?"
Chi Chi nodded.
"And you love him."
"Of course."
"Then what are you worried about?"
Chi Chi thought about it for a minute.
"Nothing I guess."
"That's a girl. Now, do you know where the rest of the guys are?"
Chi Chi shook her head.
"Me either. I'll bet they're up to no good!"
Chi Chi took Bulma's hand.
"Do you have any ice cream?"
Bulma giggled.
"Yes, we have tons. Let's go make banana splits!"
Goku's face slowly filled the doorframe. His smile was shy. Chantisu sank into the bubbles, hiding her body from his view. She already felt somewhat exposed by having Goku hear what she was thinking. But it also made her feel safe. Like she'd never be alone again. She'd experienced loneliness plenty on her journeys and never cared to return to that place again.
"Chanti?" He said out loud.
She answered, "Hm?" looking at the bath water.
Look at me.
She complied.
He said, "It's okay, you know. Don't be frightened."
"Goku, I'm not afraid. It's just very new to me."
"Me too."
"Really?"
He nodded his head.
"I thought you and…" she left off.
Not quite.
Chantisu nodded in reply.
"Come on and get out. I'll fix you something nice to eat."
He walked across the room and picked up a large green towel.
You don't care that I'm naked?
Why would I? It's just you. I think I know you pretty
well by now.
She stood up in the tub. Goku approached her with the towel, holding it out for her. As she stepped into it, his eyes became saucer-like. He saw her lithe muscles on her small frame, all the bruises he'd probably caused himself. His eyes lingered for a moment on her bottom.
He laughed, "I didn't say it wouldn't be fun though!"
She giggled and wrapped herself in the towel, following him out of the steamy room.
Four fuchsia men charged Gohan at once. The tiny semi-Saiyan flew upward kicking and blocking so fast that Piccolo knew he'd be fine outnumbered. Besides, he had his own worries - about four of them to be exact. He growled and attacked sending them flying in a quadratic pattern that ending up splaying over the nearby rock face.
The remaining four purple men split up to challenge Yamcha and Krillin. Krillin seemed to be fairing better than his lazier counterpart. Everyone tried to tell Yamcha he needed to train more seriously but it just wasn't in his nature. He was taking a lot more punches than he really ought to and it would wear him down a lot more quickly than the others.
Vegeta turned his attention away from the erupted spacecraft. He felt someone approaching. Jikan came flying into the scene and hovered directly in front of the Prince.
"You. I knew you were nothing but vermin!"
"Maybe you should have been more polite. Maybe none of this would of happened…not!"
"I truly can't wait to kill you!"
Vegeta powered up quickly and threw himself into battle with Jikan. The outlander wasn't very fast and his reaction time cost him dearly. Vegeta, so enraged, threw his fists into Jikan's chest, cracking ribs over and over again. As Jikan couldn't hold himself up anymore, he started his decsent. Vegeta flashed below him, lifting his knee as a breaking table. Jikan landed hard on it and Vegeta crashed down on his back making the impact doubly painful. Blood began to pour from his mouth. Internal injuries were obvious.
"Homeless dog – meet your death!"
Vegeta pointed a finger at Jikan and fired blasts at his face. Then he knelt and whispered to him, "I always knew you weren't Saiyan. You didn't have the strength for it. Now you will die for even thinking of impersonating one."
Vegeta raised his hand, it was hard positioned; he growled once and threw the blow, striking Jikan's neck. The man's head lay at an odd angle, being nearly severed from the neck. Jikan's bloods splattered up onto Vegeta's clothing, face and hair. The Prince stood.
"Now for that cowardly bastard, Cold."
He made good on his promise to feed her well. Goku was fussing around the kitchen in an apron. He looked sweet and funny at the same time. Chantisu had changed into comfortable shorts and a tank top. She'd piled her wet hair on top of her head in a loose bun. Small drying wisps framed her face. Her eyes glowed green in the soft light as she watched her Goku preparing her meal.
"Here you go!" He placed in front of her a beautiful plate of sautéed chicken and mushrooms with a light cream sauce.
"How did you know how to make this?"
"Let's just say I've been doing a little research while you've been sleeping."
Her mouth dropped open in amazement.
"O…kay. Mm. It's delicious." She answered with her mouth full of the first flavorful bite. The chicken almost melted between her teeth and the mushrooms added a musky dark flavor that filled her mouth.
He sat down and joined her with his own plate. They didn't talk much as they polished off plate after plate of food. There's really no sight like that of a Saiyan couple having dinner.
When they were all finished, she thanked him. He smiled.
"It was fun. I didn't know cooking could be that much fun."
He took her hand. Then he rose and pulled her up too.
He walked her to their "living area" where all the pillows lay on the floor.
She wrapped one arm around his neck while he snaked his right arm around her waist, pulling her in close.
He looked at her.
This is right, you know?
She nodded.
Yes, I know. It's time.
He leaned into her, capturing her mouth with his own. He tasted her lips, savoring their sweet flavor and exploring them with his tongue. She sighed and felt chills over her arms and up her neck. He laughed a hungry laugh and deepened the kiss, venturing into the rest of her mouth. It was warm and tasted oh, so good.
He cradled her face in his left palm and her knees began to feel weak. How could she keep standing while he was doing this to her, with her? She quickly pushed her own tongue into his mouth and swirled it around to feel him. He tasted just as she had imagined, hot and smoky but clean. It was the best thing she'd ever experienced.
Goku lowered down to his knees, bringing her with him. The carpet was soft, the pillows inviting. He leaned back and pulled her atop him. She ran her fingers through his spikes, feeling how soft his hair actually was. She thought it'd be course and tough but it felt like velvet wheat, thick but supple.
"Oh Chanti. This is right. I've never felt like this before." He admitted breaking their kiss for a brief moment.
"Me either, Goku. I'm sure that I love you."
That caused his heart to flare, not with fear but a fierce emotion that was a burning passionate, love.
He rolled her over and stroked her face as he studied her eyes.
I love you too. We're meant to do this.
She felt her chest singing to his thought. It was more than she'd expected and certainly she knew the truth when she heard it. Chantisu could feel the truth of it and her body answered that truth. She reached up and pulled him down, demanding more of his lips.
He hand was moving down, then pushing her top up. So gentle were his hands, that had she not known he could destroy the Earth with those very hands, she'd have never guessed his true strength. She lifted her head, allowing him to take it off. She pushed at his shirt, asking him to comply. One handed, he tore it off over his head, exposing that amazing, chiseled chest. Chantisu drank in the look and feel of his chest. Oh how she'd wanted to touch it that night in the woods. The contact, the feel of their skin together made their bodies heat up immediately.
Chantisu pushed him off and got up to wriggle out of her shorts. Goku followed suit, dropping his ghia pants on the floor. They rushed at one other, eager to feel each other's body again. Time seemed to slow once they came together. There was no turning back after this point and both seemed to mark the moment. Then jump over the cliff.
Locked in an intense kiss that caused Chanti to lose her balance, they tumbled to the pillows. His hands ran up and down her sides, teasing her. She moaned and he smiled. Goku continued to venture with his hands, feeling her breasts brushing her nipples so that they stiffened in response.
Chantisu ran her hands up and down his back and buttocks. He felt like warm, flexible iron. She squeezed him. His head popped up in surprise. She laughed, "What?"
"Nothing. Wasn't expecting that."
She did it again and he laughed. "That I was expecting."
Goku's face became serious once more, his pupils dilated so that his eyes looked almost entirely black. He sank down to her, taking her lips and mouth again. She wiggled underneath him, squirming because she'd never wanted anything so much in her life as she wanted him inside her now.
She felt his hand between them, sinking lower to feel her. No one had done that to her before quite like that. It wasn't like he owned her but shared her. His fingers were gentle in their probing, coaxing a wonderful response from her. "Oh Goku…" that was all she could get out because coherent thought was a thing of the past.
Raising himself on his right arm, he sought her. She held still for the exact …moment…when…the two…became one.
"Oh Chan…nnttt" was all he could manage as he melted into her, fusing with her sweetness and she with his strength.
I know.
It's more than..
I know.
God!
He began to move slowly, expressing himself with his eyes. She looked up at him as he smiled a subtle smile and kept moving. The warm chills were sweeping over her as she felt her arousal climb to a new height.
Goku threw his head back and moaned. He was having to be disciplined, not something he wasn't used to but here it was a new practice. He wanted to drag this out, stretch the experience as long as possible for both of them.
Chantisu grabbed his waist, digging her fingers into his flesh, beginning to drive him into her. She couldn't wait anymore. He'd have to abandon his plan.
She wanted all of him now. And she wanted him faster.
Goku was happy to comply, feeling his own orgasm building quickly.
I'm going to… I have to.
Do. Do it. I'll come with you.
Her eyes snapped open and took him in. At the precise moment their eyes locked, it released something they both knew was waiting to come. Crashing, exploding, exulting over the edge, riding waves of extreme mutual pleasure. The pleasure of being one where there once was two. The pleasure of completely being and knowing the other.
Goku gently lowered himself to her side. She turned her back to spoon him. He snuggled his nose into her hair and kissed the top of her head.
"Sweet Chanti."
She sighed the contented sigh of someone who knows she's completely loved.
"Love you, Goku" she muttered before drifting off to sleep.