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The next morning Goku awoke wrapped in his wife's arms. Slowly disentangling himself from Chichi, he dressed and started a pot of coffee. Chichi awoke to the smell of freshly brewed coffee, which is the only thing her husband can fix properly, and smiled. Streaching langoursly, she got up from the bed, taking the blanket with her.
Goku turned to her as she stepped up to him. He smiled. "Good Morning." He leaned down and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around him, blanket and all, and snuggled up to him.
"Good Morning to you." She said.
Goku smirked, "Don't do that or we'll never get out of this house."
She snugled in more, and he could feel the bulge of her stomach that was the baby. "I know." She whispered. Right then the baby kicked. "Oops, I guess he's awake." She laughed as they seperated.
Going to the stove, Goku poured himself a cup of coffee. "I have some rounds to do. I'll be back around lunchtime." And with a swift kiss, he went outside.
Chichi sighed and turned to the stove. Humming as she fixed herself breakfast, she smiled looking forward to lunch.
Making his way across the street towards the jailhouse, Goku again felt that peculiar sense that somone was watching him. Without stopping he took a scan around him. That was when he noticed the figure in the second story of the Blackstone Saloon. He almost stumbled.
No! It can't be!
Just barely making it to the jailhouse without givin himself away, Goku shut the door and sagged against it. He shuddered. Those eyes, like daggers piercing him. How can he be here? Did Frieza hire him? What for? He wanted to go over and confront him now. But the logical side said that he would come on his own time. If Goku went and forced him, then there miht be bloodshed. Although, he hasen't seen his partner for over two years, and he doesn't know what he'd do anymore. He decided to wait.
Going through the routine of opening the jailhouse, he pondered some reasons why his old partner would be in West City. Maybe he's just passing through. Maybe he's changed, like me. As quickly as that thought came he tossed it. He would never change.
In the CC Saloon. Bulma was also wondering about the stranger in town. He came into the saloon and asked for a room upstairs and hasn't come out yet this morning. She shuddered. His dark eyes seemed to pierce right through her when he looked at her. She appreciate a good body though. And he had quite a physic. His black hair was barley visible under his hat, but what she was looked soft. She has almost felt the urge to run her fingers . . . Snap out of it Bulma. He's danerous. You know you have to stay away from danerous men. She quickly went about fixing breakfast for her customers. As she turned from the bar she ran right into a solid wall. Two strong arms caught her before she fell. She looked up. He was standing there, holdin her, and she couldn't move. He was so much more handsome up close. They were so close that his breath mingled with hers.
"T..thank you, sir." She stammered. Abruptly he let her go.
"Breakfast?" He leaned against the bar.
"Huh?"
"You know, food we eat in the mornings?" He smirked at her discomfort.
"I know what it is!" She mentally shook herself and stomped to the kitchen in the back room. Banging some pots around she started coffee and some bacon. Coming from the other room she heard the distinct sound of laughter. He's laughing at me. Oo, is he going to get it.
Ten minutes later she came out with his breakfast. Tray in hand she placed it in front of him. He looked at her specutivly. "Where's my coffee?"
Shooting daggers at him she went back in the kitchen and grabbed a cup. Coming back out she almost slammed the cup on the table. "Anything else?" She quired.
"No." He started eating.
She smiled and left, waiting.
(K: Who is this new guy? And what is Bulma planning for him? Review! And find out!)
The next morning Goku awoke wrapped in his wife's arms. Slowly disentangling himself from Chichi, he dressed and started a pot of coffee. Chichi awoke to the smell of freshly brewed coffee, which is the only thing her husband can fix properly, and smiled. Streaching langoursly, she got up from the bed, taking the blanket with her.
Goku turned to her as she stepped up to him. He smiled. "Good Morning." He leaned down and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around him, blanket and all, and snuggled up to him.
"Good Morning to you." She said.
Goku smirked, "Don't do that or we'll never get out of this house."
She snugled in more, and he could feel the bulge of her stomach that was the baby. "I know." She whispered. Right then the baby kicked. "Oops, I guess he's awake." She laughed as they seperated.
Going to the stove, Goku poured himself a cup of coffee. "I have some rounds to do. I'll be back around lunchtime." And with a swift kiss, he went outside.
Chichi sighed and turned to the stove. Humming as she fixed herself breakfast, she smiled looking forward to lunch.
Making his way across the street towards the jailhouse, Goku again felt that peculiar sense that somone was watching him. Without stopping he took a scan around him. That was when he noticed the figure in the second story of the Blackstone Saloon. He almost stumbled.
No! It can't be!
Just barely making it to the jailhouse without givin himself away, Goku shut the door and sagged against it. He shuddered. Those eyes, like daggers piercing him. How can he be here? Did Frieza hire him? What for? He wanted to go over and confront him now. But the logical side said that he would come on his own time. If Goku went and forced him, then there miht be bloodshed. Although, he hasen't seen his partner for over two years, and he doesn't know what he'd do anymore. He decided to wait.
Going through the routine of opening the jailhouse, he pondered some reasons why his old partner would be in West City. Maybe he's just passing through. Maybe he's changed, like me. As quickly as that thought came he tossed it. He would never change.
In the CC Saloon. Bulma was also wondering about the stranger in town. He came into the saloon and asked for a room upstairs and hasn't come out yet this morning. She shuddered. His dark eyes seemed to pierce right through her when he looked at her. She appreciate a good body though. And he had quite a physic. His black hair was barley visible under his hat, but what she was looked soft. She has almost felt the urge to run her fingers . . . Snap out of it Bulma. He's danerous. You know you have to stay away from danerous men. She quickly went about fixing breakfast for her customers. As she turned from the bar she ran right into a solid wall. Two strong arms caught her before she fell. She looked up. He was standing there, holdin her, and she couldn't move. He was so much more handsome up close. They were so close that his breath mingled with hers.
"T..thank you, sir." She stammered. Abruptly he let her go.
"Breakfast?" He leaned against the bar.
"Huh?"
"You know, food we eat in the mornings?" He smirked at her discomfort.
"I know what it is!" She mentally shook herself and stomped to the kitchen in the back room. Banging some pots around she started coffee and some bacon. Coming from the other room she heard the distinct sound of laughter. He's laughing at me. Oo, is he going to get it.
Ten minutes later she came out with his breakfast. Tray in hand she placed it in front of him. He looked at her specutivly. "Where's my coffee?"
Shooting daggers at him she went back in the kitchen and grabbed a cup. Coming back out she almost slammed the cup on the table. "Anything else?" She quired.
"No." He started eating.
She smiled and left, waiting.
(K: Who is this new guy? And what is Bulma planning for him? Review! And find out!)