Chapter 10
Slowly
Slamming
Sliding
What your world is
Is what you create
Gods all
He and she
Together we
Rocks
Solids
Scissors cut
Today's hope
Yesterday's fate
Tomorrow's glut
Finally, the frustration of having to watch Vegeta lose his mind in front of them was relieved by the charging Cooler. He proved much more formidable than in the past. Apparently along with a new skeleton, he'd gained new weapons and skills. Hand to hand combat was dangerous as Piccolo discovered. Every time Cooler's fist connected with his body, he was thrown into agony, electricity burning through his flesh.
"Don't let him touch you!" he managed to shout out. "Hit him with Ki."
Piccolo flew up and out of reach, resting and panting while Gohan took his place with the techno-lizard.
Engaged in heavy battle, Vegeta didn't notice the other fighters taking on Cooler. To him, the only thing he saw through the hazy red hot anger was Frieze still standing, firing enormous balls of ki in his direction. The prince flicked them off as if they were a pesky, oversized deerflies. The burst resounded, shaking and quaking the earth below their feet. Whatever hillside had existed previously was only a smoldering crater now.
Vegeta charged forward, unhesitant and eager to make physical contact again. He yelled furiously as his foot connected with Frieze's hollow chest, bursting circuitry flying forth through the thin flesh covering. Frieze screamed, his voice reaching a screeching pitch. Vegeta was calculating his next three moves simultaneously, following the kick with a hold that allowed him to plunge his blocked palm repeatedly into the hole his foot had created. He backed off a fraction and launched his signature, furious ki rain on his unfortunate enemy.
Toshi cried rarely. She was one of those babies that mothers' brag about.
"Oh she doesn't cry. She just lets me know when she needs something."
It wasn't surprising. Despite their tough exteriors and extreme training, Saiyan mothers were incredibly attentive and nurturing. Chantisu delighted in nursing her, dressing and bathing her. Goku insisted on rocking her to sleep for her afternoon nap. She'd often watch while he hummed, his head resting on her tiny one, as he swayed her on his chest.
Laying her down on the bed, he lifted his gaze to hers.
"We need to leave day after tomorrow."
Her face fell even though she knew he was right.
"What then?"
Don't think about it now.
When am I supposed to think about it?
Chanti. Love. We will deal with this when I get home. Let's not ruin today. Ok?
She smiled. Looking at his face, she knew exactly what she planned to do with the rest of this day. Well, with the rest of the baby's nap. Walking up to him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted her lips to his. Gently she probed him with her tongue, touching his lips and tracing his own tongue. Goku moaned into her mouth as he pulled her closer, so that her body was pressed against his. He was growing hard; she could feel him and it made her smile.
"There's still an open bunk over there." He indicated the bed with a toss of his head.
"I prefer the floor." She pulled him down by his hips and kissed him again, feeling her own heat rise and swell within her.
Goku began to roam his hands under her clothing, touching her full breasts and smoothing her stomach. It was firm and tight, almost like before the baby. She only had a tiny swell left that showed proudly that she had given birth.
"God, you feel good."
Chantisu started to think of how she would miss this and stopped herself. For all she knew, she could die tomorrow and this will be the last thing worth doing she'd ever accomplished. She allowed her passion to run freely, her love for Goku fueling the burn and intensity of her feelings. She kissed him over and over again, clutching him to her, pulling him into her very being.
He responded, loving her back, feeling her fire burn his skin and his body reacting to her every touch on his fevered skin. He plundered her mouth, raked her body, sunk into her completely. Clothing was a bothersome detail that each disposed of quickly as he settled himself over her. His face, flushed and intense, looked down at her as he entered her slowly, achingly, beautifully tender until they were complete.
Goku held her arms gently together over her head. He wanted to give her all the pleasure, he wanted her to submit ultimately to his love. He watched her face, listening intently to her mind. He would respond to her every need, request or whim. Moving just a fraction, her face lit. He moved just a fraction more and she whimpered.
He gave her all of him, his hips moving tortuously slow, keeping her in a state of tormented bliss. Chanti's head tossed to the left and he bent, kissing and suckling her tender white exposed neck. He continued to move, never stopped however unhurried it was, always feeling her around him enveloping him in all that she was. The song that played in both their minds was so intensely real and private that they would not even admit it to each other.
Her face changed; her brows lifted in surprise as the sudden orgasm ripped through her core and up her chest. Goku watched in delight. He allowed himself to let go as well and rose in the seconds following her own climax. It shattered through him completely robbing him of his awesome power for a split moment. It returned immediately.
Touching his cheek, no words were necessary. And none were given.
Author's Ramblings
Oh luvies….that was short. I know. And I'm sorry for that. But I've neglected this story so!
I want to finish it well. I hope you all understand that.
Another chap soon – GG promises.
Ashton – I wrote this one for you. You're a friend and the most avid reader I know!