My Own Flesh and Blood

Part two

summary: Their weeks of bliss ended so abruptly and with only a few words it almost seemed like a nightmare. Why the hell would she want another baby? Was beyond him, he didn't understand his wife sometimes but one thing for sure, he didn't want one.

Goku stood naked as the cold water from the waterfall pounded heavily on his head and shoulders. It was a desperate attempt to cool down the raging erection standing between his legs which thankfully, was working.

To say Goku had a hectic week would be putting it mildly...

Their few weeks of bliss ended so abruptly and with only a few words it almost seemed like a nightmare. Why the hell would she want another baby? Was beyond him, he didn't understand his wife sometimes but one thing for sure, he didn't want one.

It wasn't as if he hated children or anything of the sort, no, not really (Goku thought they were fun, in fact), he's just not ready for another cute screaming creature, all the compromises he has to make, Chichi's incessant nagging and going through the trials he went through with his first born not to mention all the guilt weighing on his shoulders for not being there for Goten his first seven years…

By some stroke of luck though, Chichi wasn't pregnant from all the fucking they've recklessly done and without any kind of contraception in that period before Chichi revealed her wish of having another baby. Pregnancy was so far off his mind at the time, the thought didn't even cross him, and not to mention Chichi has been infertile for a while, so Chichi being fertile again just slipped. Not that they were big on contraceptives before, aside from occasionally condoms, Goku opted to just cumming outside.

A smug smile played on his face, he really liked covering his lewd wife with his spunk, watching her as she ran her fingers and rubbed his substance in such an enticing way, that would usually send him into another sex frenzy because, goddammit, who wouldn't? An almost feral grin etched on his face as the memories surged of those nine days before the cell games when he made the mistake of coming inside her, he didn't intend to leave her with Goten but with the possibility of death at the back of his head, his passion for his wife flared and her submissive pleas to 'fill her up, didn't exactly help.

Luckily that mistake worked out just fine.

Goku could feel his body heating up again just thinking about the last week. Of course, he tried to convince her of what a bad idea it is to have another baby but Chichi has already made up her mind, and once she's done that, convincing her otherwise would be close to impossible, so he blatantly just said 'no' which sent Chichi over the edge with anger.

'Are you willing to go without sex for the rest of your life?' she had challenged him. He didn't think about that possibility, he thought just telling her 'no' would give the finality to the whole thing thus he argued that he could make it, he's done just fine without it all those years he'd spent without her, thinking that she'd just relent considering that sex is just as important to her, but Chichi being the stubborn person that she is, just had to make it difficult for him.

'We'll see, Goku, we'll see!' ever since then, she's been torturing him with all those flimsy dresses she wears and he's been trying to avoid her like the plague.

God, he wasn't even sure if it was about having a baby anymore, more like who'd cave in first.

He was kind of glad Goten moved back into the house again, at least it kept Chichi decent the time he was there but not like that entirely stopped her, she'd still catch him off guard, sliding her treacherous hand up his thigh or whispering in his ear...

Oh, and the stuff she says... He never knew his wife can be so vulgar.

Goku furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance mixed with anger, to think a few weeks back she was the one in this position. He was the one doing all the seduction. When the hell had the seducer became the seduced?

And just when he thought she couldn't surprise him anymore, this morning's 'gift' was almost more than he can handle...

When Goku walked into the kitchen, he was fully expecting a full-fledged breakfast, Goten shoving his face with food sleepily and Chichi reprimanding him about not waiting for his father.

Well, he did find a full-fledged breakfast... Except there was no Goten and Chichi was wearing nothing but an apron.

After overcoming his initial shock and ignoring the hard-on he got almost immediately at the sight of her fulfilling one of his fantasies, Goku cleared his throat. "Morning, Chi," he greeted with his usual smile, well aware of his wife's game. "Where's Goten? Is he still asleep?"

Chichi smirked as she placed a plate full of pancakes making sure to spill her barely covered cleavage in his face. "good morning, dear. Goten already left for school... Did you sleep well last night?"

Goku averted his gaze away from the delicious dish she just presented him (and no, he wasn't meaning the food) his cock twitched, and Goku frowned...

Fuck, he completely forgot that today is a school day and now he's stuck with Chichi…

Alone…

He looked up at his wife and smiled. "it was the best sleep I've ever had," he lied.

"That's great to hear, honey." she turned and suddenly dropped something on the floor which he wasn't sure what nor cared to know as she bent down and Goku was faced with his wife's luscious rear...

Chichi stayed bent way longer than she's supposed to, obviously waiting for him to do something and oh, he was tempted. He kept his hands on the edge of the table and muttered a few cuss words under his breath out of frustration. He felt like he's being presented with the most delicious dish in the world but he knows that if he had a taste he'll be poisoned.

By the time Chichi stood up and turned to face her husband with an extremely annoyed expression on her face, Goku couldn't help the vindictive smirk that tugged at his lips but was instantly wiped out as his wife smiled slyly and approached him. "would you like me to feed you, baby?" Goku swallowed something in the back of his throat and before he could do or say anything, he found Chichi already seated herself in his lap, her soft bottom pressing against his thigh and her thigh was rubbing against his groin. Goku resisted the urge to groan from the pleasurable feeling he received from that momentary friction.

The triumphant smirk on Chichi's face was as clear as night and day as she shoved a piece of pancake in his mouth. Goku chewed his eyes dark with lust.

"Oh look, you have syrup all over your face," she started, "here, let me get it for you." her tongue darted and smoothed over the corner of his mouth before slipping between his lips and Goku found himself suckling on her tongue before pushing it inside her mouth with his and engaged in heated kiss.

When they pulled apart, they were both panting and Goku glared at Chichi. Oh, how he would have loved to bend her over this table and give it, like really give it to her, make her regret ever playing this stupid game on him.

"Did you enjoy the pancake, baby?" she licked her upper lip.

"Oh, yes!" Goku forced a smile and continued, "But you know what? I'm actually not that hungry". The chair creaked as he pushed backward and gently shoved the women in his lap, quickly making his way to the door, leaving his wife -who was blinking in shock- with the knowledge that he was going to spar with Vegeta...

And that's how he ended up here. Goku looked down on his re-hardened member twitching painfully between his thighs and sighed. Oh well, it looks like it's time to get re-acquainted with Mrs. Palm and her five daughters...

He gulped as he nervously placed his hand on the door handle, Goku wasn't sure what to expect this time but hopefully dinner. His stomach, as if on cue rumbled. He huffed and tentatively pushed the door handle but before he could manage to open the door, it abruptly swung open showing his wife clad in a flimsy dark brown dress, her small hands curled on his collar and before he knew it, her lips were on his, her tongue aggressively invading his mouth as his body was being dragged and pushed till he felt himself being slumped on their dining table with Chichi climbing on top of him.

Fuck... Chichi was finally taking the direct approach.

The wooden material groaned under both of their weights as Chichi freed his uncooperative mouth. Her lips moved to his jaw and then his neck nipping and sucking and Goku felt himself breathing harsher.

Her hands were rubbing across his clothed body and moving lower while sucking his neck hard enough to leave a mark. Goku was already sweating beneath his clothes, he placed his hands gently on his wife's although he couldn't put enough power to push her away even if he wanted to, not with the treatment his wife was giving him. "Ch-Chi... Got-''

"He's out on a date," Chichi urgently cut him off as she answered against his neck.

He closed his eyes momentarily. Stupid, stupid, stupid... Why didn't he check for his son's Ki before he walked in here? His eyes jolted open at the sound of fabric being ribbed. Chichi grinning devilishly, her hands still gripping the fabric of the shirt she just tore in half, his eyes went wide.

When she lowered her head on his chest, he gasped, feeling her wet, warm tongue trace his collar bone and head lower. His cock strained under his pants and he gulped, his mouth dry, heart racing with excitement he had no control of. This was bad, his control slowly slipping away with every stroke of her ardour appendage, her hands were already fumbling with the sash. He had to make her stop, he had to think of something.

"Ch-Chichi," he breathed, his hands on her shoulders now, trying to will himself to push her off but to no avail, his body was really working against him right now. Her mouth enclosed over an erect nipple, sending scorching fire to his belly. Goku moaned, panting over his wife's pleasurable menstruations.

"I'm hungry!" he blurted, a hint of desperation in his voice, "can we eat first?"

Lifting her pretty little head, eyes sparkling with mischief, Chichi grins. "Oh Hon, you're hungry? don't worry I have just the right meal for you."

For a split of a second, when his wife sat up, Goku was honestly relieved, but as she started to slowly pop the little buttons on that skimpy dress she was wearing, he realized that she was totally talking about a different kind of meal.

"Fuck!" was the curse he couldn't help escape. "Chichi… let's talk about this, please… you don't want to do this."

Tits on full display already. Round, perky, and those dusty nipples made his mouth unabashedly salivate. God knows how badly he wanted to take one between his lips right now. "Oh, but I do want it, Goku."

She bent down to take his lower lip in hers and tease him with careful nibs, her chest flattened against his, her hips gyrating against his painful erection in a way that made him clutch the edge of their table, feeling it splinter between his fingers. He can feel the heat from the cleft of her sex transpire through his pants.

"Baby, don't resist, please! I want you…" Hot breath spilling across his skin, her tone laced with needy desperation, and he was wondering why he was against this, to begin with. Chichi has never behaved like this before, so seeing her like this has successfully dissolved all logical thoughts from his brain.

All he wanted to do now was focus on the pleasure and fuck what happens later.

Kissing his chin, her hands slowly glided along his arms to his wrists which have relaxed significantly and placed them on her behind. Goku wasted no time fondling the delectable flesh and helping her grind her hot, damped sex against his crotch while they kissed passionately, swallowing her moans and sucking on her tongue. He gripped her dress, fully intending on ripping it to pieces when all of a sudden—

"Mom! I forgot my—"

First there was silence, the world seemed to have paused for a split of a second as they stared at their son and he stared back, and then his wife was a blur before she fully disappeared into thin air with a shriek (it was by far the fastest she had moved in her entire life). Goten was still standing still at the door, looking like as if he was wondering what he's done wrong in his life.

"Wallet," he continues, mimicking the action of someone pressing the 'play' button. "You know, never mind," he says in a defeated, traumatized voice before he slams the door shut and rattles the entire house behind him.

Goku stands up on his two feet, and places his hands on his hips, replaying the awkward situation he's just been into, unsure of whether he should be forever grateful for his son, or curse the day he was born for cutting him off of getting laid. Whatever the case though, the kid didn't deserve walking in on his parents like that.

"Do you think he saw anything?" Chichi says, finally emerging from under the table, looking both horrified and guilty.

Good, he thinks and gets a vindictive sense of satisfaction from seeing her like that.

He waves his hand in front of his face. "Nah," he says sarcastically, he was pretty sure his son got a full HD image of the both of them on that table ingrained in his brain for all eternity. Poor kid. "He didn't see a thing."

"I hope you're right." She exhales a heavy sigh of relief, bellowing some of the sticky hair off her still flushing, sweaty face, and pretty much reminding him that it's a terrible idea to stay here any longer.

He spots his jackets on the hanger near the wall and heads directly towards it. And as he grabs it and opens the door he hears Chichi's inquiring voice, "Where do you think you're going?"

He turns, lips pursed. "well, babe, seeing as you're not about to cook dinner anytime soon, I'm going out to get me some food!" and with that he leaves his wife with disbelieving wide eyes and a gaping mouth, slamming the door even harder than his son did.

He needed to get as far away from his wife as possible.

Staring at the phone, hanging on the wall for the third time since this morning, Chichi averted her gaze, giving a warm smile towards her granddaughter, who has been stuffing her face with expertly cooked food, she cooked herself.

"This is great, Grandma!" Pan exclaimed, Chewing enthusiastically as Chichi ruffled her hair, a gesture she adopted from her husband, an adoring smile plastered on her face.

"I'm glad you like it, sweetie," she said as she sat down on the table, taking her cup of coffee in her hand while she rested her head on the palm of her other. "I was thinking of going to the mall today, would you like to tag along, Panny?"

Pan made a face like she was contemplating how to refuse. "But malls are boring…"

Chichi frowned, Pan was too much like her grandfather. "Malls aren't boring! There's a lot of fun things to do at the mall."

"Really? Like what?"

"Well, there's all sorts of stuff to buy from the mall like cute little dresses for cute little girls like you," Chichi explains excitedly, she can picture trying different, pretty dresses on the 8 year old child, but the disinterested, bored expression on Pan's face immediately killed all the excitement in her voice.

Pan shrugged. "I already have a lot of dresses which I don't wear much."

"There's also food," she says, still trying to coax the young lady.

Pan looked like she's a bit more open for the idea once Chichi mentioned food. "But why do you need to go shopping, Grandma?"

"Uh, well…" she tilts her head, "I thought maybe a wardrobe change is out due." She felt embarrassed, not wanting to admit that now that she was younger, she also wanted to dress younger in front of her adult children and granddaughter.

"Yeah, you do need a wardrobe change, mom," Goten chips in, throwing his mother a suggestive wink as Chichi rolls her eyes.

"So what do you say, Panny? Wanna help grandma pick some clothes?"

Pan smiles and says with a mouth full of pancakes, "Okay."

"Pan, please don't talk with your mouth full," Gohan reprimands, peering at his daughter over his glasses, a newspaper in hand. Pan pouts but complies nonetheless. He adds towards his mother, "I think you look great the way you are, mom."

Heat rises in her cheeks. "Thank you, Gohan, and you too, Pan."

"Also Panny, you might wanna start calling Grandma 'big sis' from now on, you don't want people giving you weird looks when you call her 'grandma'."

Goten tries to mask his laughter as Pan looks confused at both her father and uncle.

"Oh hush you two."

They resume eating with Gohan occasionally taking a bite from his food and sipping from his own cup of coffee, looking all the businessman that he was made out to be. Goten was also stuffing his face, eating without a care in the world, and piling dishes next to him as Chichi watched fondly over them. She was so proud of them! Her family!

She had invited Gohan's family for breakfast today and they all came... Except for Videl, of course. Chichi wouldn't have minded if she came but she was glad that she didn't. Although, she had forgiven her mainly because she was family and she meant a lot for her son and granddaughter—their relationship was still... Strained. They avoided each other as much as possible.

She sighed, there was someone else missing on the table today.

Goku…

He hasn't been home in three days, she was worried about him but did he really have to be such a melodramatic bitch? Her mood soured as she sipped her coffee and slammed her mug on the table, ignoring the odd looks she received. Honestly, did he really have to overreact like that? She's done nothing wrong…

She woke up next morning after yet another failed attempt with Goku only to find him laying next to her, shirtless, cheeks slightly tinted pink, mumbling incoherent words in his sleep. His wife averted her gaze lower, noticing the bulge beneath the sheets. He must've come back last night after she slept and he's obviously having a naughty dream. She smirked, "such carelessness! Ho Ho…"

She loomed over him, hand gliding over his chest, down his abs, taking in the sight of his flexing muscles beneath her touch.

She stroked his length, it was rock hard. "Oh, Goku, you must be in so much pain…" she removed her hand and then tossed the sheets aside, revealing his boxer-clad hips. "What kind of wife would I be, if I didn't relieve you from your suffering?" she tittered, feeling unusually giddy as she tugged down his boxers. His rigid cock flung in the air, dripping with precum as she took him in her hands, stroking him slowly.

"Ch-Chichi," he moaned in his sleep and his wife was pleased to hear her name, and wondering what kind of fantasies he was having about her...

"Don't worry, Goku, I'll take good care of you," she whispered, patting his cock. Then she lowered her head down on him, her tongue darting and swirling around the head, spreading his juice all around it, tasting the saltiness of it before gliding lower, tracing the ridge on the underside of his length and then back up again. Grabbing his meat with both hands, Chichi start to pump him while gently sucking on the head—

"Chichi?" Her husband's groggy voice forces her to lift her head.

Shit, he woke up, and he was watching her with heavy-lidded eyes, clearly still somnolent. "wha.. what're you doing?"

"H-helping you?" her hands unyielding in its strokes.

"Oh..." Goku's confusion morphs into a drugged grin, reaching a hand to pat her on the head, mumbling, "Good girl, good girl."

Safe!

She sighs, contemplating the thought of how silly her husband is even in his sleep. She wraps her lips around his rigid cock again and swallows as much of it as she can, her fingers teasing his sacks. Goku groans and she feels a shiver jolt through her, he was growing even more inside her mouth.

Deeming it enough of a foreplay, Chichi releases him with a resounding pop, and gives a coy grin at her husband's bewildered expression. "Chichi?" he asks.

Not bothering with a response, she grabs the hem of her nightgown and lifts it over her head, throwing it to the side. She drapes her leg across his torso, taking hold of him once more, countenance triumphant at the look of Goku's ecstatic face. Oh, she had him now. There's no way he's escaping at this point. She's getting a baby out of him whether he likes it or not.

Positioning his Cock at her entrance, she misses the look of clarity that swipes across her husband's face. When she pushes her weight down, she feel his hands on her hips, holding her still and instead of assisting in what she is doing, Chichi felt like she had flown in the air before she fell on her bottom at the edge of the mattress, where she lost her balance and fell of the bed on her back and head with a thud, legs flailing in the air.

"Ow!" she screamed, sitting up and stroking the back of her head. "What the hell is your problem?!"

Goku was already in the process of wearing his Gi pants, looking both furious and horrified. "I can't believe you were trying to… trying to… you know… in my sleep!"

"I was trying to help you, what's wrong with that?!"

"Chichi you were trying to have sex with me… in my sleep!" he repeats with a set of hand gestures as if emphasizing what she was trying to do would somehow make her understand the gravity of her actions.

She rolls her eyes. "You never complained before."

"You weren't trying to get a baby out of me before!"

Chichi gasps and has the gall to look offended. "I was not," she says, but stops short when Goku puts a hand on his hip and shoots her a glare that clearly indicates that denying won't get her anywhere, so she throws her hands in the air and comes out with the truth. "Fine. I want a baby, Goku, what's wrong with wanting a baby?!"

Goku stops what he's doing, runs his fingers through his bedraggled hair and takes a deep breath. When he addresses her again, he looks so serious, he almost looks like a different man. "Chichi… we're husband and wife, you can't keep trying to force this on me. We're supposed to discuss things together, not do it just because you want to."

Her brows stretch upwards, eyes wide, and lips drew into a tight line. His words pulled deep strings of her heart.

Discuss things…

Together…

Not do it just because she wanted to...

Anger bubbles up her throat. The audacity of this man! She couldn't believe she was hearing this from him. Him of all people. "You're right," she says in a low tone. "I should've taken your opinion into consideration… how terrible of me…"

He rubs his face with both hands. "Chichi please don't do this."

But she pays no mind to his plea and proceeds, "since you're so used to taking my opinion on everything you do…" she bobs her had up and down. "You know, like that time we discussed your training on another planet, and that time not too long ago when we discussed you leaving to train some kid you never met… and how can I forget when we discussed how perfectly okay it was for you to stay dead for seven years… I'm sorry, I'm so very sorry, Goku. I should've remembered how all those times you took my opinion into consideration!"

When she ended her tirade, Goku's face was impassive, and she thinks that she might've said all the wrong things but there was no curbing her rage, at the back of Chichi's mind it was all Goku's fault.

"I can't believe you're doing this again," he grumbles, shakes his head, reaches for his shirt on the floor and heads towards the window.

"Where are you going to go now?!" She was hot on his heels.

"I can't talk to you when you're like this. I'm leaving you to think about what you're doing!"

"Goku!" she shouts as he took flight leaving her staring furiously at his disappearing figure.

"What happened to us discussing things, huh?!"

Maybe she did go overboard with the whole baby thing…But why can't Goku just understand why she wanted this so bad.

Then again was it something worth losing her husband over?

Another gush of air passes through her lips, Chichi fixes her gaze on the telephone again. It's been three days since she has seen her husband, and she can only think of two places he could possibly be at, and she had already called 18.

"I can make the call for you if you'd like…" She jumps at Gohan's sudden proposition. He gives her an understanding look and she curses inwardly. Damn, why did she have to raise her son to be so astute?

She waves her hand. "Oh, No that's alright. I'll go make the call right now."

When she gets up, Chichi is thankful for Goten's lively conversation with his niece as well as the space between the dining table and her phone. It was far enough that if she talked in a relatively quiet tone she might not be heard.

Steeling her resolve, Chichi picks up the receiver and dials Capsule Corporations, and prays that whoever picks up is not Bulma Briefs.

After several long beeps, Chichi (with a sense of relief) almost gives up on anyone ever answering when all of a sudden, someone does pick up.

"Hello?"

Shit, it just had to be Bulma Briefs.

Taking a deep breath, Chichi answers, "Does my husband happen to be at your place?"

There was a pregnant pause that seems to stretch forever before she hears Bulma's voice again. "Chichi?"

"Yes, it's Chichi."

"Chichi! How have you been?"

"Fine. Can you please hand the phone over to my husband?"

"He can't right now; he's in the gravity room with Vegeta…"

Another pause.

"Listen Chichi…"

She winces. "About what happened…" Great, here comes the justifications. This was exactly why she was reluctant to call Capsule Corporation.

"I just want you to know that I'm really sorry for everything I've said…" she heard Bulma sigh before she spoke again, "we didn't mean to hurt you… at least I didn't…"

"Oh? Then I wonder why did you say all those things about me, Bulma?" she couldn't control herself from saying what's on her mind. Sure, Bulma sounded sincere but Chichi knew better. She knew that none of Goku's friends were particularly fond of her, especially Bulma. She wasn't really sorry for what she said, what she was sorry for was the damage she placed on her precious friendship with Goku.

There was the sound of shuffling on the other line, then Bulma started, "well…" another sigh that sounded more like a huff. "You have to admit that some of the things I said were true, Chichi…"

Chichi's hold tightened on the handset, broiling. She was so right; Bulma wasn't sorry at all!

She silently contemplated all the colorful things she could possibly say to the other woman but it was neither the time nor place to start a fight and she decided not to ruin her day any further, not with her sons and granddaughter around anyway. "Just tell Goku I called." And with that, she banged the phone back in its place.

When she headed back to the dining table, her boys had their eyes fixed on their food, eating awfully quietly. She turned towards Pan, who seemed to be the only one clueless to what was going on, and smiled. "So, ready to go to the mall?"

If there's one thing that can get Son Goku's mind off of any pressing matter, that would be fighting.

On those rare events when he was sad, he trained. When he was angry, he fought. Something on his mind? He punched a mountain or two. There was no greater outlet for Son Goku other than fighting. It always managed to simmer down any raging fire burning inside of him by channeling it through his fists.

And that's why Goku's grateful for Vegeta's presence and almost equal power as he dodges a swing aimed at his face. But even though he believes he's entirely focused on their fight right now, he can't stop his mind from rebelling every now and then by slipping some obscene images of his very lewd wife…

He huffs, sweat dripping down his forehead, tremendous gravity pulling his body and straining the movement of his limbs; he felt like he's weighing a planet as he retorts with a roundhouse kick which Vegeta Blocks and follows with a barrage of kicks and punches.

That's why he liked training with Vegeta, it was always so intense that he barely has enough time to let his mind stray.

But even with their intense training, Goku was helpless to stop his mind from slipping an image of Chichi on top of their dining table, wearing nothing but food, and during that brief moment of distraction he was helpless against the blow that made contact with his gut.

"Ugh!" Pained, agitated and Horney, Goku powers up to Super Saiyan and sends a vengeful right hook towards Vegeta's face who in returns looks furious before he retaliates with turning into an even greater power which results in Goku's hasty defeat…

He lies straight on his back, his breathing coming out in harsh pants as he agonizingly turns to lie on his stomach.

"The hell is the matter with you?! Haven't we agreed not to turn into Super Saiyans?" Vegeta yells, and Goku can only see a glimpse of his blue aura pulsating around him from his position.

"I'm frustrated," he pants.

"Frustrated?" Vegeta raises a brow, the hum of his super Saiyan god dying out,

'Sexually frustrated' Goku adds in his head and gives a giving look in which Vegeta counters with one of recognition.

"Oh…" He then smirks. "So the harpy isn't giving you any?"

Goku sits up and huffs. "It's actually the exact opposite."

"Then what's your problem?"

He sighs. "Chichi wants a baby…"

"And you can't give her one because…?"

Goku stands up, dusts himself off, and then runs a hand through his post-training hair. "I don't think I want a baby…"

"Hoh! And why is that?" Folding his arms around his chest, unusual signs of interest are inspired on Vegeta's face, and Goku notes it as one of those rare occasions he's ever interested in what he had to say.

He bites his lower lip, opens his mouth to say something and closes it again, and then scrunches his nose. "Because I don't want to…"

He's uncomfortable under Vegeta's suspicious, silent stare that seems to drag forever, and puts him under the weight of the universe and he cracks. "I'm not ready, OK?!"

"What's there to be ready for? You have sex with her, she carries it in her belly for nine months, she gives birth, she raises it, she provides for it—oh! She wants you to be there for it…"

"What?! No… well, she never said anything about being there for him/her—but that's not the point! Why do you make it like I haven't been there for my kids?" Goku frowns.

Vegeta deadpans.

"I was there for my kids, alright? Except for those times I had to save the universe, but still, they love me!"

"Sure they do. It's your wife they don't love according to them…"

"They love her, too. I don't care what they said that day, sometimes we all say stupid things we don't mean."

Vegeta hums and nods, and all brief interest in Goku's cause vanishes from his face. He says, "Well, I'm hungry." He starts heading towards the gravity room's exit.

"Aren't you, at least, going to give me an advice?"

Vegeta looks seriously puzzled as he stands in his tracks. "Why should I?"

"Because you're my friend?"

"Now, Kakarot, why would you think that?"

Goku slumps his shoulders. "Please, Vegeta, I don't know what to do," he pleads desperately. He was sincerely clueless on what his next step should be. He didn't want to ruin his relationship with his wife, he missed her. He missed their serene phase, he wanted it back.

Vegeta looks uncomfortable. "I'm not the best to give advice, Kakarot. You should ask that bald friend of yours, or that wimp." He meant Yamcha.

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because they're not Saiyans. Come on, Vegeta, you're the only who can understand my situation." And then he says in a low voice, "And because you're older and wiser…"

Vegeta tilts his head and places his hand on his chin and finally relents. "Oh, Fine. I will try."

"You will?"

"Well, I am older and wiser…"

Goku titters as Vegeta shifts his weight to the other foot, folds his arms above his chest and contemplate what to say.

After a while of silence, Vegeta sighs. "Listen, Kakarot, I'm not sure how useful my advice would be…" he fidgets. "I haven't been the best dad or husband myself. There were moments with Trunks and Bulma when I didn't know what to do, others where I had to make decisions that I regret to this day… there's no exact science or even a guide book on how to be a good husband and father for Saiyans."

Goku furrows his eyebrows. Vegeta gives an embarrassed scowl. "what I'm trying to say is that you should just give her what she damn wants if it'll make her shut up!" he sighs again, looking exhausted, he mutters, "wow, I really am bad at this…"

"You're right!" Goku exclaims, he feels a weight is lifted off his shoulder...

"I am?"

"Yes, absolutely." Gosh, all this time he fretted about how it would have ruined his relationship with his wife instead of thinking about what makes her happy… "I should've thought about it this way." He did well asking Vegeta for help. He was glad he came here. "Thanks, Vegeta."

"Yep, no problem. I'm going to eat now, are you coming?" he runs ahead of him out of the gravity room.

Goku's stomach rumbles. "Right behind ya!"

Pan had turned out to be even more exasperating than her grandfather was when taken to a mall.

Chichi drops her bags on the floor of her room and sheds her pants and jacket carelessly on her bed. She reaches a hand to the pins holding her bun in place and pulls them free as her hair cascades past her shoulders. She drops to the floor, exhausted…

At least Goku would do as she says when she promised food, Pan kept whining and complaining the whole time. There were times when she had to literally beg her to at least try a cute dress or two, but she kept saying 'I don't want to, Grandma.'

Well, that's the last time she's taking Pan shopping. Next time she's going alone…

A breath of air passes through her lips, remembering that she rarely ever had a satisfying shopping partner on those few times she actually went to the mall. Videl usually declines her invitation, and she took 18 only once in which she had a huge fight with a clerk. Gosh, that was an embarrassing experience…

Gohan was the only one who was perfect to take along. He rarely complained, he was always patient, and he always gave her his honest opinion about the clothes she tried instead of the usual 'what's wrong with your regular clothes' that she got from his father.

Chichi's eyes drift to the photo on her nightstand, it was of her, Goku and a young Gohan with long hair.

She reaches for the picture with a fond smile on her face. They took this shortly before the androids arrived and she wanted a day to spend with her family. Goku had been surprisingly biddable on that day, she guessed he sensed her trepidation and wanted to ease her fears. Her thumb traces Goku's handsome face before she puts the picture back in its place and moves to pull a wooden box from underneath her bed.

The box had a thin layer of dust on the top, which Chichi wipes with paper tissue from her nightstand. As soon as she opens the box, the musty smell of old photos hit her nostrils and make her feel all the more nostalgic. She takes an album from the neatly stored stack and sniffs more of that smell. Weird enough, Chichi actually likes the smell of old photos.

She breathes a content sigh as she holds the album in her hands. The date of May 784- October 785 is written on the cover. The album starts with pictures of Pan's fifth birthday, the first was a group picture with all of them together, the second was of Pan blowing the candles with her parents behind her on the same page below. That year she offered to hold Pan's birthday here, on Mount Paozu, everyone came even Uub, Goku's favorite apprentice. As she flips through the pictures, she finds another cute picture of the dark-skinned boy, stuffing his mouth with cake and looking so happy.

That day the boy had held her hand and shook it, thanking her profusely for the food and invitation. And Goku looked so relieved… he probably thought she hated the boy for stealing him away from their family, and maybe he was right. But she had invited Uub as a sign of acceptance for both the boy and Goku's elusive nature.

She puts the album away and takes another one from the box dated earlier to the one before. There she found pictures from that awful tournament, there was one with Goku and a 4-year-old pan on his shoulders, and another of a teenage Trunks and Goten making the peace sign, and then there was another group picture of all of them with her looking so awful… Chichi laughed at it this was taken shortly after Goku left with Uub on his back. She was so furious back then…

She takes another album, this one had pictures of that time Bulma had invited them to her birthday party, showing off how rich she was, Chichi shuts the album fast and discards it on the floor next to the other albums.

Chichi had lost herself flipping through all these pictures until she was surrounded by them. Albums and solos discarded on the floor all around her, there were so many memories here, starting from hers and Goku's wedding till only recently.

So many good memories warming her heart.

She takes one in her hand, the last one in the wooden chest. It was of her with an infant Goten in her arms, a teenage Gohan, and her father. Her dad had a grin on his face, Gohan was bending down towards his brother, trying to make him laugh while she sat on a chair smiling at the both of them. She stares at this one a little longer than she did the others. The four of them looked so happy. She looked so happy, no one would ever think that she cried herself to sleep not too long ago before this picture was taken.

She hears someone clearing their throat and she turns to see him standing at the door frame with his arms intertwined across his chest. He says, "Hey." And she panics as she gathers the pictures on the floor and piles them in her arms and throws them in the box as if trying to conceal a crime.

She hears her husband's footsteps approaching as she was trying to gather the rest. He sits on the bed and she now replies with a faint voice, "h-hey…"

Goku pulls the picture that was still between her fingers. He smiles. "Goten was a cute baby, wasn't he?"

She nods.

He returns the photo to the box and pulls another one from the stack in her arms as she sits there nervous and frigid. This time he grins and turns the photo so she could see it, too. It was of her, Goku and a baby Gohan held in Goku's arms. "I remember this, it was back when Gohan was just three."

She looks up surprised that Goku actually remembered how old Gohan was in that picture.

He studied the picture further. "Gohan loved that hat, he wore it even when he slept," he says, "but we sure took a lot of photos of him back then."

"You mean I took a lot of pictures of him," she says, suddenly defensive.

Goku laughs. "Yeah, I couldn't work my way around a camera. I still can't."

He puts the picture in the box and holds her gaze for a few seconds, his face serious.

"Chichi… why do you want a baby so bad?"

Chichi places the photos in her arms back in the wooden box before she meets his gaze again, and decides that she wants to answer truthfully this time. "Because… it gets lonely in this house."

Goku manages to look both puzzled and a tad hurt. "But you have our kids."

"Gohan lives away with his family, and Goten is spending most of his time with his friends and rarely comes home already, and he's going to make a family of his own too, someday, he's not going to live with me forever."

"Well, you still have me," he argues.

"For how long, Goku?" her tone come out harsher than she intended. She wasn't trying to condemn him, but she needed to get this out of her chest. "How long before you think you're ready for your next big adventure?"

Guilt is palpable on his face, he tries to say something but no words come out. She knows that he knows what she said is true. "May-maybe this time I could try to…" he sighs. "Stay."

She crawls closer to where he sat and places her hand gently on his knee. Her lips twist sadly. "It's OK," she says, "I don't blame you for it, not anymore."

"I'm sorry…"

"Don't be. I might've hated that about you, and I might've hated you for it too, but I realize now that I should've understood that this is who you are, it's in your nature, and I can't change that about you, no one can…"

Chichi exhales, she closes the box on the floor and tucks her hair behind her ears. "I've come to accept who you are, even though it took me too long." She was quiet for a brief moment before she pursues, "we don't have to have a baby if you don't want to."

"But I want you to have our baby."

Her shoulders droop and she breathes a harsh breath. "Goku… You don't hav—"

"I want to make you happy, Chichi. And if having a baby is what you want, then I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make it happen."

"I love you," he whispers, His voice is so sincere that she couldn't find it in her to argue against it.

Her eyes tear up, not because she was sad, but because she was touched and happy and excited all together. God, she loved this man, no matter how hurt by him she was, no matter the bad days they've been through, she loves him and always will. She murmurs in a broken sob, "Sorry…"

"What for?"

"For being forceful..."

"I love you, Chichi," he repeats, smiling. "But you know, sorry is just not gonna cut it…"

"huh, what?!" She gapes at him, speechless

There's a playful glint in Goku's eyes that softens as it meets hers. "I'm afraid you're gonna have to take your pants off and bend for a proper spanking."

She wipes her teary eyes as she laughs, she stands up and slowly slides her panties down. She comes to lay on her stomach on his lap, pushing her ass up. "I've been a bad girl, daddy."

That night Goten had slept soundly, thanking his brother for his treasured advice.

Earplugs.

A/N: welp, I contemplated writing an extra paragraph of Chichi having a girl or twins as I liked both of these suggestions but I decided to leave for y'all imagination. that's it for this story. I wanna point out some things; I don't want you all to think that I somehow think Goku is a bad husband and father, I don't, I just like to play it as a gag much like I play the chichi is a controlling bitch gag lol. I love them both but my opinion of them is sorta complicated, Yknow?

also sorry for Videl, I actually like her. So Pm if I left something out.

and I've already written the first part of the next story so stay tuned, it's called A Loose Affair, it's an AU. and also gonna edit my stories and post them on AO3. see ya next story.