by Gie (phowah@cs.com)
Disclaimer: Vejiita-chan, Goku-kun and their familiars are not mine. This story, and their attitudes and ideas within are mine, though. It's the only way I can claim some Saiya-jiin tail....*sigh* hehehe
Well, here it is!
Here is Story #2 in my Songfic Series/Universe...whatever you want to call
it. There will be two
chapters, total...this
one, and the next. ^_^;; This chapter will be featuring Goku
& ChiChi--something I've never done before, so let's hope that it turns
out halfway decent.
The song included is 'If Tomorrow Never Comes' by Garth Brooks. I promise, this is the *last* country song I'll make a songfic with. But they just fit *soo* good! I was tempted to just call it my 'Country Songfic universe', but I've used others that aren't country. And the next chapter, which is Vejiita & Bulma, will feature a really cool song! *squee* Promise! At least I think it's cool...
Timeline: Sometime within the 'resting period' right before the Cell Games. Both chapters coincide with each other, so some events may overlap. Just a slight warning.
Okay, I've been babbling for far too long...let the games begin!
Gie-chan.
Loose Ends
~*~
Sometimes late at night
I lie awake and watch her
sleeping
She's lost in peaceful
dreams
So I turn out the lights
and lay there in the dark
~*~
"Goku-saa! Are you almost done with your bath?"
"In a few minutes, ChiChi."
"Then I'm going to bed. Make
sure you dump the water, and
put out the fire."
Goku rolled his eyes. She said
that every time. "Hai, ChiChi.
Oyasumi nasai."
"Oyasumi nasai, Goku-saa."
His sensitive ears listened as she
made her way up the stairs
and into their bedroom, and when the light
turned off, he was safe to
think she was tucked under the covers.
He let out a sigh and closed
his eyes, sore muscles soaking up the soothing
heat of the water and
his spirit the sounds of the night.
He could almost harmonize with
the crickets that joined in symphony
with the bullfrogs over by the
river. Night-time was always a time
to relax and gather the thoughts
for the day, and Goku treasured the time
spent within the tub of
steaming water.
His thoughts wandered over many subjects,
some casual and
silly, to serious and life-deciding.
But one thought struck him hard,
making his normally-jovial features harden
in concentration. ChiChi.
Will she be okay in two days, when the whole
business with Cell is
over? Will she be able to have her
two males at the table with her
again? Or will it be dropped to one?
Or none at all? Or, worse-case,
will she be able to make it to the table
herself?
He flipped over in the water, and turned
his troubled green
gaze to the house he built for ChiChi, focusing
on the dark window
that overlooked the backyard. Was
she worried? Did she know just
how much they would go through in the next
couple days? Did she
have faith in him and their son to pull
Chikyuu through one of the
most deadly threats they faced thus far?
She hadn't said much
about the Games that would take place the
day after tomorrow, but
sometimes Goku wondered what she actually
thought.
He let out another sigh and pulled
himself out of the large
drum, flaring his ki to dry his muscled
body. He easily lifted the
steel tank and letting a small amount slip
out, extinguished the fire
that his mate meticulously warned him about,
making sure there were
no hot coals or live sparks left to re-ignite.
He knew the devastation
one small spark of fire could cause to an
entire forest, and if his
family actually resided there, he was triply
careful. Dumping the
water slowly down a hill, he watched the
small rivulets run and gather
into puddles at the bottom, where some night
creature will re-use his
bath water for a refreshing soak of their
own.
After putting the bath drum back in
the shed, and re-checking
the status of the extinguished fire, he
silently entered the house,
checking all the windows and doors to see
if they were locked and
closed. He didn't fear anyone breaking
in and robbing them blind, but
he did not want ChiChi to wake up in the
morning and find out some
lost and starving woodland creature had
raided their food supply
during the night. Quietly he made
his way up the stairs and stopped
at the first door he encountered, poking
his head in to see that
Gohan was already nestled under the covers.
A quick check of his ki
signature showed that he had already fallen
asleep, but he still
maintained his Super Saiya-jiin state, even
sleeping. A proud smile
passed over his face as he closed the door.
Gohan was destined to
become the strongest of them all, given
time and the proper
motivation.
He just hoped to be able to witness
the day son would surpass
father.
The tall Saiya-jiin slipped under the
covers, nestling up against
the heat given off by his smaller mate,
who was already fast asleep.
He tucked his chin over her shoulder, and
his arm brought her up
flush against his naked body. He stiffened
slightly when she let out a
small moan, but relaxed when all she did
was snuggle back into his
chest farther.
His hand idly caressed the small, soft
stomach that raised and
lowered with every breath ChiChi took.
"Oyasumi nasai, ChiChi," he
whispered into her ear as he closed his
eyes, preparing to drift into
slumberland himself. "I love you."
~*~
And the thought crosses
my mind
If I never wake up in the
morning
Would she ever doubt the
way I feel
About her in my heart
~*~
~Mt. Paozu, Morning~
Slowly, peacefully, and with a huge
roaring yawn, Son Goku
awoke to the wondrous smells that filled
his home every morning:
ChiChi concocting the morning's feast.
"Breakfast is the most
important meal of the day!" Quickly,
he jumped out of the
sleep-mussed bed and threw on a white shirt
and dark pants. He gave
the familiar orange and blue outfit that
rested over the back of a
chair a loving glance and walked out of
the room.
He knocked on the door across the hallway,
peeking his head in
the doorway when he was answered with a
sleepy grunt. "Gohan,
breakfast will be ready soon."
He gave his son a warm smile when he
saw a bleary aquamarine
eye peeking over the bedsheets. "Ohiayo,
'Tousan. Tell 'Kaasan," he
let out a loud, jaw-cracking yawn,
"I'll be down in a few minutes."
He watched for a moment as Gohan rustled
underneath the
warm blankets, pushing away the last vestiges
of sleep. It always
took him a few minutes to completely wake
up in the morning. "Did
you have anything planned for today, Gohan?"
Another yawn answered him from under
the blankets. "Well,
'Kaasan will want me to study in the morning
for awhile, but I thought
I would go up and visit with Dende this
afternoon. He said he would
tell me how he and the other Namek-jiin
have been doing since they
left Capsule Corp."
"That sounds good. See you downstairs."
Goku closed the
door behind him and made his way downstairs
and into the kitchen,
where he inhaled the delicious aroma that
surrounded him, courtesy
of the black-haired female humming quietly
to herself. He leaned
against the doorway and watched ChiChi as
she moved about in her
element, flitting from one task to another,
stirring one pot, while
placing another in its place on the table.
He let a warm smile spread
across his face as he silently counted his
numerous blessings. 'Today,
I will spend it with ChiChi...she deserves
to have a break as well.'
Tip-toeing up to his wife, Goku gently
wrapped his massive
arms around her slim chest, and buried his
face appreciatively into
her warm neck. "The Night Fairies
were kind to me...they left a
delicious snack!"
The small female jumped slightly.
"Goku-saa! You startled
me!" She batted the spoon in her hands
at the muscles pinning her
own arms down. "Let me go so I can
finish the food."
"But I like what I'm eating right now."
He gave her neck a few
small nips, purring against the smooth flesh.
She squirmed in his grasp. "Goku-saa!
What has gotten into
you this morning?" She pulled out
of his arms and turned around, a
playful scowl on her pretty face.
She waved her spoon under his
nose. "Now go sit down. Is Gohan-chan
up yet?"
He leaned down and captured her lips
in a long, slow kiss,
wrapping his arms around her again when
her own arms curled around
his neck. When they separated, he
smirked inwardly at the blush
across her cheeks not made by the steam
from the stove. "Hai, he's
up. He'll be down in a minute or so.
So until he gets down here..." He
dropped his head again and reclaimed her
red lips for his own.
ChiChi pulled back, her face flushed
a hot pink and her breath
coming in short gasps. She pushed
him away but before she turned
around, a small smile escaped. "Go
sit down, Goku-saa. I need to
finish making breakfast before it burns."
"Hai, ChiChi." The tall Saiya-jiin
ambled over to his spot at
the table and slid in, eyeing the food already
on the table. He
reached out for a piece of bread, but it
was moved out of the way
before he could grab a piece. "Hey...!"
"Wait until Gohan comes down.
You know better, Goku." She
gave the pouting male a look he was quite
familiar with.
After a few moments, Gohan rumbled
down the stairs.
Squeezing into his spot at the table, he
gave his parents a smile.
"Ohiayo, 'Kaasan, 'Tousan." He saw
the pout on his father's face.
"Tried to snitch, 'Tousan?"
Goku just sighed and turned his gaze
to ChiChi, who was just
finishing up with the last of the preparations.
He watched intently as
she placed the last platter on the table
and sat down. "Ohiayo,
Gohan-chan. Did you sleep well?"
Goku locked eyes with her, jade to
onyx, and with a small smile, she nodded.
Breakfast in the Son household is usually
a quiet affair, with
not much conversation. Actually, most
meals were fairly untalkative,
since the males who could answer what ChiChi
would ask were busy
inhaling the food in front of them.
She learned to interpret grunts
and slight inclinations of the head for
her responses.
And so she began. "I want you
to start with geography this
morning, Gohan-chan. And when you're
done with those lessons, you
can start in your new calculus syllabus."
The young Saiya-jiin nodded and swallowed
his mouthful of
food. "Hai, 'Kaasan. I'm going
to try and do this afternoon's lessons
this morning, too. I want to go and
visit with Dende this afternoon, if
that's okay, that is."
ChiChi stared at him for a few moments
and then nodded. "As
long as they're done, and done correctly,
you can go play this
afternoon."
Gohan beamed at his mother. "Arigato,
'Kaasan!" He dug into
his food with a new vigor.
She smiled at her child and then turned
to her husband, who
was staring at her while he chewed.
"What are you planning for
today, Goku?"
He shrugged and swallowed. "I
want to go talk to Vejiita and
Trunks at some point, but otherwise, nothing."
He turned inquisitive
eyes to her. "What do you want to
do, ChiChi?"
"I...I...don't know..." She was
startled, to say the least, at his
question. He never asked what her
plans were, or her input.
He smiled. "When Gohan is studying,
I'll go to Capsule Corp
and talk to Vejiita. When I come back,
we can spend the afternoon
together, ne?"
ChiChi blinked a few times in shock.
She stood up and put a
hand on Goku's forehead. "Do you have
a fever? Have you eaten any
of those wild mushrooms again?"
He shook his head and gently pulled
ChiChi's hand down,
cupping the thin fingers in his own meaty
hands. "Iie, ChiChi. Gohan
and I are taking a break, and I think you
need to have a break, too.
You don't want to spend time with me?"
He batted dewy eyes at her.
She nodded her head emphatically.
"Hai, I do! But..." She
stopped speaking when he pulled her down
into his lap, his green eyes
burning into her own black ones with something
she rarely sees
directed at her.
Gohan smirked to himself and silently
left the table to go
begin his studies for the day. He
was glad that his parents were
going to spend the day together. They
didn't get to do that very
often, and Gohan thought that it was a good
thing--especially with
the Cell Games to commence tomorrow.
Who knows if they'll have
another chance to be as carefree as they
are now.
The elder Son trailed a finger over
the delicate features of
his mate's face, his eyes following in the
path as he committed every
soft curve and freckle into memory.
She closed her eyes when his
roughened finger gently caressed the fluttering
lids. "Goku..."
"Shush, ChiChi." His finger traced her pink lips. "Don't speak."
ChiChi opened her eyes and saw the
most intense look ever
directed at her by the male in front of
her. A stare so full of love,
adoration, desire and...need, it teetered
on the edge of obsessive. It
created the most wonderful tickling sensation
deep within her core,
something that she had not felt since...since
forever.
~*~
If tomorrow never comes
Will she know how much
I loved her
Did I try in every way
to show her every day
That she's my only one
~*~
He brushed his lips across hers, a
light, teasing taste of warm
skin on skin. He pulled back and stared
at her rapidly fluttering
eyelids, flushed cheeks, and pouted lips
and felt the undeniable urge
to sweep everything off the table--leftover
food, dirty dishes and
all--and take the vibrant female for all
she was worth. But he knew
better, for he tried that once and ChiChi
yelled at him for over a
week. Said that the table was a place
for eating, not ...other...
activities. He gave her a warm smile
when she reopened her eyes.
"The sooner I go, the sooner I get to come
back."
ChiChi's cheeks flushed even darker
and she nodded, ducking
her head in-between them. "When will
you be back?"
"That depends on if I can get Bulma's
Okaasan to stop feeding
me all of those yummy pastries." His
eyes glazed over with the
thought of all the sweet confections normally
offered to him by the
older female. He blinked back into
the real world by a grunt from his
female on his lap, a frown on her face.
"Don't worry, ChiChi, they're
nowhere as good as yours." He smirked
and pecked her nose. "But
it'll be around lunch, I suppose."
He stood up and set ChiChi down
softly. "When I get back, we'll do
whatever you want. Maybe go for
a walk?"
She nodded. "I'd like that, Goku-saa."
She backed up and
turned around, heading for the table once
again. "Tell Bulma to give
me a call soon, ne?"
"Hai, ChiChi. Ja matte ne!"
He raised two fingers to his
forehead and disappeared.
"Ja ne, Goku..." she turned around
to see him leave but was
startled to see his form fading out of existence.
"I swear I will
never get used to that trick." She
sighed and started to clean up the
dirty dishes. "Are you working, Gohan-chan?"
She called, making her
voice carry throughout the household.
"Hai, Okaasan!" She nodded at
the reply and started to hum a
little tune under her breath as she picked
up the morning's mess. As
she turned around to put the dishes on the
counter, she was stopped
suddenly by walking into a wall of hard,
warm flesh. "Nani?" She
blinked up into the smiling face of her
mate. "Goku! I thought you
left!"
"Well, I did," he grinned down
at her. "But I came back
because I forgot something."
"Well? What is it?"
"This." He bent down and captured
her lips into a hard,
searing kiss, wrapping his heavy arms around
her in a bone-crushing
embrace. ChiChi squealed into his
mouth, but relaxed, enjoying the
attention and tried to give back as well
as she got. She panted to
regain lost breath when he finally let go
of her. "Aishiteru, ChiChi."
He winked and with two fingers to his brow,
disappeared from sight
once again.
ChiChi blinked furiously for several
minutes, trying to recover
from the passionate quickie. "What
has gotten into him today? I
swear he ate some of those hallucinogenic
mushrooms again!" She
sighed and got down to her morning ritual,
although a secret smile
lifted the corners of her mouth, and her
humming was a bit livelier
this day.
After a moment, she scrunched up her
face. "I didn't make
oatmeal this morning..."
~*~
And if my time on earth
were through
And she must face the world
without me
Is the love I gave her
in the past
Gonna be enough to last
If tomorrow never comes
~*~
~~Capsule Corp~~
A frustrated Bulma sat at the kitchen
table, trying to get her
infant son to eat his oatmeal. "Come
on, Trunks, open up wide! Here
comes the airplane! Nnneeeeoooommmm!!"
She waved the spoon
filled with the brown gloppy substance in
the air. "Open up the
hangar! Here comes the plane!"
Trunks' eyes never left the wandering
spoon, and they crossed
when it came close to his nose. But
he refused to open up, a small
grunt escaping that echoed the louder one
his mother let out.
"Trunks! Why don't you eat it!"
"Maybe because it's too hot, Bulma."
Goku spoke from behind
her, licking his lips as he ate the contents
of the spoon. "Needs more
brown sugar."
She screamed and the bowl of steaming
lumpy oatmeal flew
through the air. The large male quickly
caught it and devoured it,
licking the bowl clean. "I love oatmeal!
"Goku! Don't scare me like that!!"
She put a hand to her heart
and threw one of her most deadly glares
at him, although it lost the
affect she was going for when he started
to pant from the hot food.
"You are such a goof!"
He smiled at her, but then his eyes
widened in realization.
"Oh, I forgot something! Be right
back!" He winked and flashed out
of existence.
"Oh! That...that...Saiya-jiin!"
She huffed and stared at the
empty space. She turned to her young
son who was eating his hand
quietly, staring at her with solemn blue
eyes. "So what do you want
to eat? Since my oatmeal isn't good
enough for you, how about some
plain, old-fashioned Cheerios?" She
went into the kitchen and
returned with a large bowl of the toasted
oat cereal. She placed it in
front of him and he immediately grabbed
a handful, shoving them into
his mouth with a laugh. Bulma snorted
and shook her head. "Now
you'll eat! I thought Saiya-jiin weren't
picky with what they ate, ne?"
"Well, if it's too hot, then you burn
your tongue, like I did
before."
She screamed for a second time and
turned around, hitting
the intruding male with her small fists.
"Son-kun, if you do that one
more time without warning me I will never
talk to you again!"
He chuckled, taking her beating with
a grin. "Gomen, gomen! I
try to remember next time."
"You'd better," she huffed and straightened
out. A lone
Cheerio went flying by her head and Goku
quickly caught it with his
mouth. She swiftly turned around and
saw the disaster that once
was her clean little boy, who now could
have been mistaken for a
Cheerio monster. "Trunks!" she
screeched, throwing her hands up in
the air. "Okay, Buster Brown, you're
done with this meal! It's bath
time for you."
The youngest Saiya-jiin giggled and
threw the bowl from the
tray, making it shatter against the far
wall. Goku blinked. "Wow, he
a strong little guy, ne?"
"You don't know the half of it, Son-kun."
Bulma sighed and
activated a bot to clean up the mess.
"Did you want something from
me? Or are you here to play with ki?"
She picked up the messy boy
and cradled him on her hip.
"Actually, I'm here to talk with Vejiita
and Trunks. The older
one, that is." He stuck out his tongue
at the smaller version in
Bulma's arms and made a silly face.
He was treated with a giggle and
a Cheerio for his efforts. "Do you
know where they are?" He
munched on the offering.
She shrugged. "Trunks-kun ate,
and then disappeared. More
than likely he's in the gravity chamber.
Vejiita has been in the Room
of Spirit and Time since yesterday.
He should be coming out soon."
She sighed when a handful of sticky Cheerios
went down the front of
her shirt. "See you later, Son-kun.
Come on, Buster. You have an
appointment with Bathtub-sama." She
left the room, the Cheerio
Monster in tow.
Goku smiled at the empty doorway and
sighed. "I miss having
Gohan be so small. He was so much
fun to play with." He then left
the room in search of the elder version
of the messy infant.
He did indeed find him in the gravity
chamber, but it was not
on, like he thought it would be. He
found Trunks floating in a
meditative position in the center of the
room. He stared at the
young man for a few moments, noting that
he had his long hair tied
back at the nape of his neck. That
indicated that he had already
been in the Room for the second time.
He opened the door and the
future Saiya-jiin looked up and nodded to
him. "Hey, Trunks."
He uncurled from his meditative position.
"Good morning,
Goku-san. What brings you here?
I thought you wanted to 'rest'
these few days before the Games."
He nodded. "I'm not here to spar.
I just wanted to talk to you
about a few things, that is, if you'll talk
to me about them."
The young male frowned in confusion.
"Of course, Goku-san.
What is it that you wanted to discuss?"
The black-haired male leaned up against
a far wall. "I wanted
to know how ChiChi was doing in your universe."
"ChiChi?" Trunks blinked a few times. "Gohan's Okaasan?"
"Hai." He nodded. "You
never mentioned her when you listed
off the senshi that died. I was just
wondering what happened to
her."
"Well, Goku-san," he paused and
studied the elder male's
casual expression. He could sense
that the casualness came naturally
to him, but there was a thread of anxiety
riding just below the
surface. "The only ones from the original
Z Senshi that are alive at
the moment is my Okaasan. ChiChi-san
died a long time ago. I had
never met her until I came to this timeline."
Goku kept his expression neutral, although
painful shockwaves
were coursing through his body, radiating
from his heart and soul.
The thought of ChiChi being gone, even in
another dimension tore him
up inside. "Do...do you know how?"
He swallowed hard.
"My Okaasan said that she died from
a broken heart." His own
heart ached as the pain flashed across the
male in front of him.
"Gohan-sensei said that she was never the
same after you died from
the heart disease, and then she just never
woke one morning." He
voice was quiet. "Gohan-sensei got
the same look across his face
whenever he talked about his Okaasan--the
same look that passed
over yours, Goku-san."
"Died of a broken heart..." he
muttered under a shuttered
breath.
"The Onna was not far off in the description,
Kakarotto,
although the words were wrong." Both
turned to face a very bruised
and bloodied Vejiita. His blue training
suit was ripped in many
places, and his once gleaming-white armor
was being held together in
a few scant spots. He was leaning
in the doorway, a serious look to
his usually scowling face.
"Vejiita," Goku acknowledged
the other Saiya-jiin and fellow
senshi. "What do you mean, the 'words
were wrong'?"
He stepped into the room, and the door
closed automatically
behind him. "What I mean, baka, is
that she didn't die from a 'literal'
broken heart. She died from the result
of a broken bond."
"Broken bond?" he repeated, a
look of recognition crossing his
now serious features. "When I died
from the heart disease..."
"The mating bond between you broke,
and she suffered from
withdrawal." Trunks finished, nodding
his head.
The three were silent for several moments,
each thinking
their own thoughts. Goku spoke up
after a bit. "Hey, Vejiita, can I
ask you a question?"
"What now, Kakarotto?" The eldest
male glared in his
direction.
"Can you break a mating bond without
having the
side-effects?"
Vejiita frowned, his black eyebrows
knitting together in
concentration. "Iie, it is not possible.
Even if it was a mutual thing,
where both halves of the mated pair wanted
to dissolve the bonding,
each would suffer the affects of the broken
bond, eventually dying."
"What if it wasn't broken, just...suspended
in a way?" Trunks
mused, his expression eerily similar to
his sire.
"How so?" Goku asked, his face lighting up slightly.
Trunks shook his head. "I don't
know," he spoke honestly, and
Goku's face fell. "I haven't bonded
with any female to know
first-hand what it is like." He turned
to his father. "Can it be done?"
"Why are you asking me, brat?"
he sneered, turning his face
away from the pair. "Am I an expert
on bonding? It was frowned
upon in Saiya-jiin society, since it had
detrimental affects to the
senshi," he nodded to Goku. "If one
of the mated pair would die in
battle, the other would feel it and begin
to enter the death throes."
Goku frowned harder. "But wouldn't
ChiChi have died
immediately after me? You make it
sound like she was alive for
awhile after I had died from the heart virus."
"More than likely it was because she
is human, Kakarotto."
Vejiita grunted, showing rare placidity
toward his bitter rival. "The
bonding is not as complete as it would be
if it were between two pure
Saiya-jiin."
"Are you bonded to Bulma, Vejiita?"
he asked, turning a
curious eye to the shorter male.
"That is none of your business, kusotare!"
Vejiita stood up in a
huff and walked out, his back rigid and
straight as an arrow.
The two remaining Saiya-jiin blinked
at each other. "I guess
that's not a question he wanted to answer."
Goku shrugged, and
Trunks slowly nodded in agreement.
"I think in my timeline, Goku-san,
that they weren't bonded."
Trunks spoke up, shaking his head.
"If they were, I don't think my
Okaasan would have lived as long as she
has."
"That might be true," he agreed, "but
I think this version of
your parents might be, judging by Vejiita's
reaction to my question."
Trunks smiled, and he nodded his head
in agreement. He
stared out the door at the retreating back
of his sire. "I think you
might be right, Goku-san. I think
you might be right." He blinked a
few times and turned to the older male.
"Well, since you're here, did
you want to get a light sparring session
in? Nothing too heavy or
damaging."
He nodded, never able to turn down
a fight, no matter how
serious it was. "Sure. I have
to be home for lunch, but I think I can
work up a few moves." He grinned and
started to stretch, warming up
the muscles. Trunks nodded and began
to do the same.
~*~
'Cause I've lost loved
ones in my life
Who never knew how much
I loved them
Now I live with the regret
That my true feelings for
them never were revealed
~*~
*****
After the sparring session with Trunks,
which ended rather
abruptly when Vejiita burst into the gravity
chamber, kicking them
both out with a snarl and a curse, he meandered
his way into the
living quarters of Capsule Corp, following
his nose to the heavenly
scents of Bulma's mother making her infamous
pastries. "Those smell
delicious, Briefs-san!"
The older female let out a small squeak
when she saw him.
"Goku-kun! I didn't know you were
here! Bulma-chan should have told
me. Are you hungry?" She pushed
a platter of the confections
toward him. "Dig in, before I eat
them myself! A girl has to watch
her figure, you know." She giggled
as Goku tore into the plate with a
vengeance.
"These are delicious, Briefs-san!"
he spoke with a full mouth.
"You make the best sweets!"
"I'm glad you like them, Goku-kun."
She smiled at him. "Bulma
and her father haven't had much time to
enjoy them with me, since
they're working down in the lab so much.
And Vejiita and Trunks are
training so hard!" She sighed and
let her hands fall into her lap.
"Those boys are going to hurt themselves
one of these days in that
gravity room of theirs! I remember
when Vejiita blew it up last time;
he spent a week in the medical bay unconscious!"
She shook her head
and dabbed at her eyes.
"Don't worry about them, they know
what they can and can't
handle," he reassured her. "And
soon Cell will be defeated, and we
can go back to eating your pastries every
day." He popped another in
his mouth for emphasis.
"You know just what to say to make
me feel better, Goku-kun!"
Her smile turned bright. "Are you
looking for Bulma-chan? I think
she is down in the baby's room. Will
you take her one of the sweets
for me? She has been looking so thin
lately."
"Sure, Briefs-san. Have a good
day! Thank you for the
pastries." He waved to the older female
and left, following Bulma's
small but recognizable ki to her location--Chibi
Trunks' suite, just
where Bulma's Okaasan said she would be.
He stood in the doorway for a moment,
watching her play with
the small child. His eyes softened
as she tickled him and he bubbled
with baby giggles. He quietly knocked
on the door. "I knocked this
time, so you wouldn't get scared and get
angry at me."
She rolled her eyes at him. "As
if I could stay mad at you for
long. We've been through too much
together, Son-kun, for our
friendship to end that quickly."
He came in and sat cross-legged next
to her and picked up one
of the stuffed toys that lie scattered over
the floor. "He's a lot
cleaner than the last time I saw him."
He waved it in front of Trunks'
face.
"Hopefully he'll be clean for a while
longer. I need to go down
to the lab and check to make sure Juuroko-gou
is ready for the
Games tomorrow." She watched
the pair play with the toys.
Sometimes she forgot how responsible and
gentle he could be, since
he usually let the naiive and playful warrior
be his exterior.
"Son-kun, don't you ever wish you could
have another?"
"Another what, Bulma?" He made
a face at Trunks and let his
hair get pulled by the strong, pudgy hands.
"Ow!"
She laughed and pried Trunks' fingers
out of his stiff black
hair. "Another child, Goku.
A brother or a sister for Gohan. You
were so young when you had Gohan.
Now you know what to expect."
He sat up and scratched the back of
his head. "Sometimes, I
do. Especially when ChiChi gets strict
with Gohan about studying."
His fingers danced over Trunks' chunky features,
and the small baby
scowled trying to see the blurry objects.
"He looks exactly like
Vejiita when he does that!" He hooted
in laughter.
"Yeah, he's almost exactly Vejiita's
twin, except with my
Otousan's coloring. You're gonna grow
up into a handsome man, yes
you are!" She blew onto his exposed
tummy, and the small child
roared with laughter. "I have proof
of that!"
She sat up and turned to Goku with
a serious look to her
delicate features. "You really should
think seriously about another
child, Son-kun. Talk to ChiChi about
it. You never know what she'll
say. And besides," she winked at him,
"Trunks will need a sparring
partner in a few years."
"We'll talk about it." He smiled
and leaned over, surprising her
by pecking her on the cheek. "Arigato,
Bulma." He stood up.
She blinked a few times. "For what, Son-kun?"
He shrugged. "Does it matter?
Ja ne." He waved and
sauntered out of the room.
She was silent for quite awhile, staring
out the empty door.
She was brought out of her stupor when Trunks
finally gained her
attention by biting down on her exposed
toe. "Itai!" She shrieked
and jumped back.
Trunks just giggled at his silly mommy.
******
~*~
So I made a promise to
myself
To say each day how much
she means to me
And avoid that circumstance
Where there's no second
chance to tell her how I feel
~*~
Instead of using his teleporting trick,
he decided to fly home
and let the winds whip through his tangled
mane as he thought
through the day's discussions. He
actually wanted to discuss the
Games with Vejiita and Trunks, and try to
think of some strategy
that the four Super Saiya-jiin could use
against the monster, but he
completely forgot about that topic in lieu
of the other things that
came up. Like the discussion of bonding.
And babies. Two things he
never thought he would talk about with his
fellow senshi. Especially
Vejiita! But he, Bulma, and both versions
of Trunks gave his mind a
lot to think about. He was glad that
ChiChi and he were going to be
alone for the rest of the day so he could
run some of his thoughts by
her.
When he touched down in the yard, the
smells of ChiChi and
her cooking greeted him once again.
He sighed with pleasure and
walked in. "Tadima!" He walked
into the kitchen, his nose held high in
the air. "Something smells wonderful!"
"That would be your lunch." ChiChi
spoke over her shoulder,
eyeing the male as he sat down in his normal
spot. "Did you get a
chance to talk to who you wanted?"
He nodded. "Hai, although I remembered
more on my way
home, but that I guess can wait for another
time." He smiled at his
wife, busily getting everything ready for
her family. His eyes
wandered over her figure; thick black hair
pulled up tightly in a bun,
but several strands strayed in their own
direction. He loved it when
she let down those silky tresses; his fingers
wrapped around the
opaque blackness. Her body was tightly
covered in the numerous
wraps, since it was rather cool out here
in the mountains, but Goku
knew just how finely sculpted her legs and
stomach were. She may
have slacked off in her rigorous training
from when she was younger,
but she still held an incredible amount
of strength. He blinked a few
times and shook his head. He'd have
to get her to change for their
walk.
He glanced to the stairwell. "Is Gohan still studying upstairs?"
"He should be. Although, I did hear
him talking to that
infernal dragon of his some time ago.
But the last time I checked up
on him, he was deep into calculus."
She set a few plates down on the
table. "You can go get him if you
want. I'm almost done here."
Goku nodded and pushed himself away
from the table. "All
right." He made his way upstairs and
knocked on the closed door of
his son's room. "Gohan? Are
you in there?"
A rustle was heard from inside.
"Come on in, 'Tousan." He
entered to see Gohan buried under a stack
of papers. Even more
papers were scattered everywhere in his
room. "Don't mind the mess.
I'm trying to organize my notes for a paper
I have to write."
Goku blinked at the disoganized cyclone.
"Um…what's it
about?"
"I have to write a thesis on the progression
of automation
from 100 years ago to today and how it affected
the large and small
industries and the flow of politics and,
well," Gohan smirked at the
clueless expression on his father's face.
"It's a big paper, so I have
to have a lot of notes."
"Okay." Goku shrugged, then sat
down on the bed, making sure
that he didn't sit on anything important.
He watched Gohan
straighten up several stacks. "Well,
one thing I know is that lunch is
just about ready, so make sure you wash
up before coming down."
"Sure, 'Tousan." Gohan nodded.
After a few moments, he
looked up at his father with a serious expression
on his face. "Are
we going to win tomorrow, 'Tousan?"
Goku blinked a few times, and slowly
nodded. "Hai. We will,
Gohan. For Chikyuu's sake, we will.
For all of her humans, we will.
For us and our future, we will win."
The young Saiya-jiin nodded solemnly. "Hai."
Goku stood up and ruffled his son's
spiky blonde hair
affectionately. "Lunch should be done.
Let's go eat. I'm starved!"
"'Kay, 'Tousan," Gohan nodded
and smiled. He followed his sire
out of his room, making a stop at the bathroom
to wash up.
Goku continued downstairs and into
the kitchen, sliding into his
spot at the kitchen table. ChiChi
was in her spot, waiting patiently.
"Gomen, ChiChi. Gohan and I were talking
about his paper."
She waved it off. "That's fine.
I was just about to call you
down when I heard you leave his room."
She smiled at Gohan, who
entered the room and pulled himself up to
the table. "How far did
you get in your work?" She started
to pass the first bowl of food.
"Well, I'm done with my maps and my
calculus. I've read and
summarized the last three chapters of 'A
Wind in the Door', and I
have my notes organized for my sociology
paper." He started eating
voraciously. "All I have to do is
write it up."
"Good," she nodded in between
bites. "You can write it up
tonight, after you get back from Dende's."
Both he and Goku stopped eating and
stared at each other.
Gohan swallowed and turned his stare to
his mother. "I was planning
on doing it after lunch."
"You did more than I thought you'd
get done this morning,
Gohan," she praised him, "so I can
wait on the paper. Go have fun
with Dende-san."
"Arigato, 'Kaasan!" He smiled
brighter and finished up his
food quickly. "I'm going to change
and then head up there. Have fun
on your walk, 'Kaasan, Tousan." He
pecked her on the cheek and
bolted out of the room.
ChiChi turned to Goku, who was staring
at her with an odd look
to his eye. "Nani, Goku-saa?
Am I that heartless to Gohan all the
time?"
Goku snapped out of his daze and shook
his head. "Iie, ChiChi.
I'm just glad that you're letting him go.
I think he missed Dende a
lot." He sighed and rubbed his stomach.
"That was good, ChiChi! I'm
stuffed."
"Well, I'm glad you liked it, Goku."
She stood up and started
to clean up the table mess. She looked
up when a large hand held her
back. "Nani, Goku-saa?"
Goku gently took the plates out of
her hand. "I'll clean this up.
You go change into something...lighter."
He looked her up and down
and raised an eyebrow.
"Lighter?"
He nodded, turning away from her and
setting the plates on
the counter. "Something with less...layers."
He shrugged and glanced
over his shoulder, seeing her standing in
the middle of the room. "Go
on!"
ChiChi shook her head. "What
has gotten into you, Son Goku?"
She rolled her eyes at the clueless look
on his face as he picked up
another stack of plates and bowls.
"Fine, I'll change. But you better
have an explanation when I get down here."
She sighed and left the
room.
The male smirked to himself as he cleaned
the kitchen. "You'll
find out, ChiChi, I promise."
~*~
If tomorrow never comes
Will she know how much
I loved her
Did I try in every way
to show her every day
That she's my only one
~*~
An hour and three broken glasses later,
Goku and ChiChi were
making their way through the woods side
by side. ChiChi did change
into something lighter, and with less layers.
A light blue blouse with
little yellow flowers hung unbuttoned over
a small white tank. A pair
of loose black gi pants clung to her slim
legs. Goku had a blanket
tossed over his shoulder and a small basket
in one hand.
ChiChi sighed as she took in the scenery.
"I'm glad that you
wanted to do this, Goku-saa. We haven't
done this in a long time."
"I know. I've been...busy with
other things." He gave her a
sheepish smile when she turned and glared
at him. "I know, I know!"
"Well, let's not talk about that right
now," she huffed. She
changed the subject quickly. "So did
you see Bulma-chan?"
"Hai," he nodded. "She
was trying to feed chibi-Trunks
oatmeal when I got there."
"Oatmeal!" She clapped her hands
together once. "I was
wondering where that came from!" She
nodded to herself.
Goku just blinked at her cluelessly. "Nani?"
"When you popped back in and kissed
me," she blushed at the
memory, "I tasted oatmeal and was
confused, since I didn't make
oatmeal this morning."
"Oh," he said slowly. They walked
together in silence for
several minutes, enjoying the other's presence.
They stopped several
times to watch nature in action. At
some point, Goku had grasped her
small hand in his own, intertwining his
thick fingers with her thin
ones.
They continued on in silence until
they got to a small brook
bubbling through a clump of trees.
Goku spread out the blanket he
carried and sat down on the grassy bank,
pulling ChiChi down into his
lap. He snuggled his chin into the
crook of her shoulder and they
watched the water bubble over the rocks.
A gentle peace settled
over them.
Until Goku broke it.
"ChiChi, do you want another baby?"
She didn't answer him for several minutes,
her gaze fixed on
the tiny rapids created by the small clump
of rocks. When she spoke,
it was with a quiet, serious tone.
"Why do you ask, Goku?"
He nuzzled his nose against her cheek.
"Because...because I
want one, ChiChi. Watching Bulma with
Trunks made me wish Gohan
was that small again. He was so tiny..."
he held out his hands,
spreading his fingers out in emphasis, "he
fit in the palms of my
hands. I couldn't believe we created
something so small."
She held his hands together, and pulled
them to her heart.
"Do you really want another child, Goku-saa?
Do you remember how
hard it was with Gohan? The night-time
feedings? The messy
diapers? The screaming? Do you
really want to go through all of
that again?"
He turned her around in his lap.
"I remember the smiles, the
laughs, his first word. I remember how you
used to sing to him when
he wouldn't sleep." He brushed away
a stray lock of hair from her
face. "I remember being very, very,
happy." He brushed a finger
over her lips. "I want a baby, ChiChi.
Do you?"
She blinked away the tears, letting
them fall unheeded down
her cheeks. "Goku...oh, Goku...yes,
yes! I've wanted another baby for
a long time." She leaned into his
wide chest, wrapping her arms
around his waist tightly and cried.
"ChiChi..." he let his hand fall
onto her sobbing form, his
fingers curling into her thick black hair.
He plucked at the pins that
held her hair up, and he let out a sigh
as it cascaded over his arms.
"Don't cry, ChiChi, please. I hate
seeing you cry."
She sat up, wiping away the joyous
tears. "These are good
tears, Goku-saa." Her face turned
serious. "Are you sure, Goku? Do
you want another baby? This is a serious
matter."
He nodded. "Hai, ChiChi. I am positive."
She smiled, a bright, eye-blinding
smile that made his insides
do flips. "You don't know how happy
this makes me, Goku."
"Seeing you smile is all I need, ChiChi."
He lowered his face to
hers, resting their foreheads together.
"It lights my whole world."
His lips captured hers and their eyes closed.
He pushed her forward, laying her on
the ground as his hands
began to wander over her toned body.
He could feel her small
fingers play at the nape of his neck, curling
in the smaller, finer hairs
that grew there. He broke their kiss
amd gazed into her heated
face. "I love you, ChiChi. I
don't tell you that enough, and I'm sorry."
She shook her head, her hair pillowed
out around her on the
blanket and Goku's heart did flips in his
chest. "I know you do, Goku.
Although it's nice to hear the words sometimes."
He nodded and
pulled his shirt off, flinging it off to
the side. She blinked at his
semi-nakedness. "Goku, why are you
getting undressed?"
He had taken off his shoes and socks,
and had started to
unbuckle the belt around his waist.
He turned to her and frowned.
"We need to be undressed to make the baby,
ChiChi. You know that."
The Chikyuu female face faulted.
"Make the baby? Now?"
She sat up and waved her arms. "Goku,
we're in the middle of the
woods! What if someone comes?"
He stood before her in all of his naked
glory and she
swallowed, her cheeks flushing with something
she was not used to.
"Let them come." He sat down next
to her, cupping her chin and
kissing her hard. "The birds and the
bears do it, ne?" His lips
burned their way across her jawline and
down her arched neck. He
pulled the blue blouse, letting it fall
down her shoulder and puddle by
her hands. His mouth found the light
scar he made a long time ago.
"ChiChi..."
She blinked a few times, letting her
eyes focus on nothing in
particular. "Goku, we really shouldn't..."
Her words were cut off as a
shock of lightning struck in her stomach.
"Ah...Goku!"
He grinned as he licked up the spilled
blood pooling in her
shoulderblade. "I haven't done that
in awhile, ne?" He pulled back
slightly to see her panting, shock and pleasure
etched across her
face. "You have way too many clothes
on, ChiChi." He let his hands
wander to her stomach and grapsed at the
small white tank and lifted
it up and over her head. He smirked
when he found out she had no
underclothes on. He reached down and
with a swift yank, the black gi
pants were undone as well.
ChiChi let out a squeak, finding herself
going from completely
clothed to naked within a blink of an eye.
"Goku!" she glared at him
and crossed her arms over her chest.
"What in the world has gotten
into you!"
He didn't answer her, but sat himself
down on the blanket,
pulling her into his lap. He let his
hands slide over the soft skin of
her sides, fingers trailing along the curves
of her stomach, chest, and
arms. She blushed under his attention
and opened her mouth to make
a comment, but he silenced her with his
lips.
He spoke through their bond, startling
her, since he rarely
talked with mind speech. At least,
with her. Nothing, except you,
ChiChi. He leaned forward,
forcing her to lie down on the ground.
His arms snaked around to her soft back,
easing her slowly to the
blanket. He broke the kiss and began
to make his way down the side
of her face, teasing the skin with tiny
nips. He breathed in her ear,
flicking his tongue out to caress the lobe
while she shivered with
each breath under his body.
ChiChi had her eyes closed partially,
trying to figure out why
the man on top of her was acting so...animalistic.
Some nights he was
rather amorous, but he had never been this
forward or aggressive.
Her arms encircled his chest and she let
out a soft sound when his
teeth nibbled on her ear. "Goku..."
He took that as an encouragement, and
made his way back to
her mouth, taking it once more for his own.
Their tongues caressed
the other's, exploring and battling for
their rightful position.
ChiChi broke the hard kiss, breathing
heavily. "Goku-saa,
why..."
"Shush, ChiChi," he murmured
into the side of her neck. "Let
me...let me love you."
~*~
And if my time on earth
were through
And she must face the world
without me
Is the love I gave her
in the past
Gonna be enough to last
If tomorrow never comes
~*~
He began in earnest, leaving layers
upon layers of hot, searing
kisses upon her flesh, covering each and
every inch of creamy skin.
All she could do was lie there, her hands
tangled in his coarse, stiff
hair as he moved lower and lower upon her
body, her own frame
shuddering every once in a while when he
hit a particular erogenous
zone. Her body felt like it was on
fire, and the blaze grew stronger
with each kiss and stroke of his tongue
and hands.
When he reached her core, the fire
seemed to turn into an
inferno as she arched under his hands, crying
out his name as the
flames consumed her mind. His guileless
features smiled down at her
when she finally could open her eyes to
see. "Goku-saa..."
He shook his blond head and moved his
arms to surround her
body. "We aren't done yet, ChiChi."
She felt, more than saw, his
explosive ki flare up around them as they
rose slightly into the air. A
whispered voice echoed in her head.
I
have to protect you, ChiChi,
from my strength. I don't know
if I will be able to control myself
later. She cried out in pain
as two burning hands gripped her around
the waist. I'm giving you
me, ChiChi. As long as you hold my ki, you
will not be harmed. With
those words, ChiChi felt his lips come to
rest on her shoulder, where he had bitten
her earlier. And the night
they conceived Gohan.
She flinched when she felt the long
canines brush against the
skin, all her senses, including pain, imposssibly
heightened. She felt a
gentle caress on her mind and then the pain
came. From his mouth
latched onto her neck, his hands feeding
ki into her body, and his
engorged, broiling manhood slipping inside
her. She screamed, her
senses being slammed from the pain of his
ki transfer and from the
pleasure of the mating.
And then the pain stopped, rapture claiming her for eternity.
Goku could barely control himself as
he slid back and forth
inside her velvet center, the sensations
throwing him almost
completely over the edge. But he needed
to keep a clear mind for
what he wanted to accomplish with this joining.
Mirai Trunks' words
from their earlier coversation struck a
chord in his mind, and he knew
how he could protect ChiChi, and not let
her suffer the same fate
her future counterpart encountered.
And Bulma's mention of another child
completed the circle. As
he moved within her, his powerful strokes
emulated by the pulsing of
his golden yellow aura that surrounded both
him and ChiChi, he
stared down at his lifemate, her face contorted
with her cries of
pleasure. He noted the blond streaks
that flowed through her wavy
mane of deep black hair, and he could see
the flicker of aquamarine
under her sooty lashes.
He leaned close once again, his cheek
nestled against her own,
and he concentrated deep within his mind,
finding the spark that
represented the spitfire that writhed under
him. Groaning, he felt
his release impending, and as he shouted
out his pleasure, he pushed
that spark through his ki, hurling it deep
inside her, and forcing it to
latch onto his offering that would help
form a new soul within her
womb.
A new life. A new soul.
An old bond sealing the female's
survival should he fall.
**********
SQWWEEEE!!!!! And it's done! Holy Mackinoly, Batman!! *pant pant* I never thought I would finish this...gotta admit it was freakin' hard to write. I've never done a Goku/ChiChi thingee, since I'm a Vejiita girl, but when I heard this song, it sooooo screamed them! Doesn't it? I think so. ANYway...*falls over relieved that it's over*...hehehe... Let me KNOW!!! what you think, that is. I *hate* writing lemon, and actually this is a very heavily lime-scented, really, since I can't stand writing about the 'squishy' side of *darts head around* s-e-x. ^_^;;;
Next time, it's Vejiita 'n Bulma. Ja matte ne, minna-chan!
Gie-chan
~*~
So tell that someone that you love
Just what you're thinking of
If tomorrow never comes
~*~
