Edit A/N: I would like to make a public apology. I have unknowing been copying from another great ff, Life With You (By ElisaJ). Thank you to the person who pointed it out. It was never my attention to copy, but be inspired. I wasn't able to catch it on my own. Her work is spread within chapters 11 to 48. Again I was not fully aware of my own mistake, and I take full responsibility for my actions. I apologize for this. Anything that happens after 49/50 is purely my own. But if something seems off, PLEASE I encourage someone pointing it out to me.
Again. I deeply apologize, and encourage those who haven't read ElisaJ work please do. She's amazing.
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chapter 48: accidents
It felt really uncomfortable waking up this morning, and for the life of me, I can't figure out why. What happened to me? I feel like I got hit by a flying building. I try to finally open my eyes, and was surprised that I was slightly in a sitting position. "What happened?" I try to move my right hand, but it hurts to much. I move my left and I see bandages. "What the— OH! That's right." Goku accidently hit me through a wall, a tree, and I crashed into a large rock. How could I forget? "By the way, where is my husband?" And why do I feel so cold?
Soon enough, one of my questions were answered. Goku just walked into our room, and he was holding a tray, and was followed by Gohan. What's going on? I tried to get out of bed, just for my husband and son to tell me to just relax. Then my nose catches a whiff of something yummy. And soon my stomach reacts. Now, with them closer, I can see that they tray has food, and Gohan had place medicine and water on my night stand. Goku then tells Gohan to go finish his breakfast. "Goku." He looks at me. "My kitchen isn't destroyed?"
He does that nervous laugh. "Don't worry, Chichi. I'll clean it up. Now come on, time for you to eat something." He helps me to sit up, and then sits at the edge of the bed. He's also feeding me. This feels nice. Breakfast went quiet, till Gohan came in, saying that someone wanted to speak to Goku. From the face my husband made, who could possibly it be. "Ok, Gohan, can you finish feeding mommy." He nods, and Goku walks out our room. What a shame; we were kind of having a moment.
"Gohan, who's at the door?" He didn't answer, but tried to keep me focus on food. Something is wrong. That's when I hear someone yelling at Goku, and Goku yelling back. I can't make out exactly what is being said, but Gohan face looks worried. "Who is daddy arguing with?"
"That's not important mom. Well, you're all done. Let me help you with your medicine, and I'll wash dishes. If you need anything just let me and dad know." The whole time he was giving me a nervous smile. I don't like this. I try to get out of bed, and walk to the door. The moment I reach the door is when Goku opens it. "Goku! What's going on? And is that blood on your shirt?" I was feeling frustrated, and worried. And my husband and son isn't helping to my mood.
"Nothing big happened. Just had a little talk to someone, about change of plans. And they simply didn't get the mission." He was looking away. When he finally did look back at me, he looked worried. "But more importantly, are you ok? Do you need anything? You should stay in bed, and get plenty of rest." I kept trying to move pass him, but he wouldn't let me. "No, you don't. You're in no condition to kill me over a messy kitchen, so you're not going to see it." Now there was the genuine smile I loved.
"Fine. But can you bring me a book to read. Maybe one of my poetry books." He agreed. He made sure I was in bed, kissed my forehead, then quickly got my book, and left me to rest.
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I was enjoying the nice moment of feeding my wife, when I sense that he was at the door. Luckily Gohan went to open it, and from what I could hear, Piccolo wanted to speak to me. Don't say his name when you come here. Ok dad. That's when he opened the door. "Dad, someone is at the door for you."
"Ok, Gohan, can you finish feeding mommy." With that I walk to the door, and there was Piccolo. "Sorry, but we can't start training yet."
"And why not?"
"I hurt my wife, so I have to take care of her."
"But why does that matter? She could easily take care of herself. Getting hurt by you shouldn't be new." I felt my anger raising at that comment.
"And what's that supposed to mean? Are you suggesting I hurt my wife daily?" He folded his arms, and stood silent. So, he really think that. It took a lot for me to stay in control, but how dare he.
"How dare you? I would never do that! Now can you excuse me, I have a wife who needs me." He grabbed my shoulder and turned me around.
"And how long will this take? We have a lot of training to do."
"You can train yourself for now. And no, until Chichi is better, neither I or Gohan are training. Now get off me." He wasn't letting go. Even threaten to drag Gohan without my permission. That's it! I tried to be nice. I was even going to let the whole kidnapping my son for a year slide. But now he was going to do it, while I was alive. Not happening. I turned around so fast, he didn't have time to react when my fist made contact with his face. I walked over to where he landed, and grabbed him by the collar. "I REPEAT. UNTIL MY WIFE IS HEALED NEITHER I NOR GOHAN ARE TRAINING! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?" He nodded, and I dropped him.
I soon made my way back inside, and saw Gohan had brought Chichi's dishes to the kitchen. Let me go check up on her. She really wants to know who was at the door, but I don't want to upset her. I want to keep her as calm as possible. She really doesn't need the added stress. Thankfully she agrees to rest, and request one of her favorite books. I then go to the kitchen, to clean up the mess. Gohan insist in helping, but I tell him that it's ok. To get as much studying done as possible, cause once is better it's training time. Just for now, I want to believe there's no impending danger. Just for now, I want to believe that I'm just a husband taking care of his wife, and our son is having a normal childhood. How wrong I was when we got another guess, later that day.
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Dad is really doing this. This is just weird. Dad rarely clean, or even suggest to cook. The times he has done any house work was when mom went to visit grandpa, saying she needs a break, and left me with dad. When that happened, me and dad would have a ton of fun. We stood up playing games, and I didn't have to do any school work, till the day before mom came home. And when mom came home, I would get so happy. Not only because I love my mom, but also because I thought I was going to die eating dad's cooking. I would even beg mom to stop letting dad cook. I would beg her to teach me, so I didn't eat dad's cooking. But having to cook for myself for that whole year, I came to appreciate dad's cooking. It's way better than my cooking.
Dad finally finished cleaning the dishes, with only 10 plates cracked. New record. And then he went about what mom usually does, collect the laundry. If I didn't see it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it. I tried to get back to my book, but it was entertaining watching dad try doing mom stuff. I was trying not to laugh, especially when he was trying to figure out the washer. "If you're not studying, then tell how I work this thing." And now my ribs hurt from the out burst of laughing. I think I need air, but I couldn't stop to breathe. And the face dad made was priceless.
The fun ended when there was a knock at the door, and I tried calming down as I walked to the door. Oh, it's grandpa. He questioned about the hole in the wall. "Just a little accident." He then asked about mom, and now I was getting worried. I didn't want to say anything, and I was hoping dad would back me up. But hope went out the window when mom walked out her room.
I tried keeping things from falling on mom, as grandpa basically was throwing dad around in anger. I know dad will be fine, but I don't know how much I could take, of catching anything that went mom way. Mom almost got hit with a bookcase. Then grandpa had to say how he'll be taking me and mom away, and dad looked ready to lose it. I think mom noticed to, because she looked more worried, than how this all started. Mom tried to reach them before dad did anything, but only ended up tripping on a piece of debris. I tried to get her help her, but mom kept insist she's fine.
I didn't see when but dad had gotten mom, and was helping her stand, and asking if she was ok. Grandpa looked ready to say something, but stopped when dad glared at him. I could have sworn dad was growling. Today just kept getting weird. Grandpa then suggested he'll bye us a new home, but I don't think dad was listening. Dad's still looked angry, and was making sure mom was ok. Grandpa tried to move closer to mom, for dad to growl at him again. Then mom started laughing out nowhere. I think mom might have hit her head too hard. Even got dad looking confused; at least he wasn't looking mad anymore.
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I couldn't help laugh at the situation. After what dad told me of my and Goku truly met, this was just beyond funny. I think my burst of laughter confused my husband, because of the funny look he had. I then started laughing harder. If he wasn't holding me, I would have fell on my butt. "Man, that's a good one. Does anyone want tea?" What was that about? "I'll tell you later. I'm surprise dad isn't laughing at this. I love you, Goku." Now Goku looked annoyed. Don't. He still picked me up, and walked back to our broken home.
After talking with my father, we agreed that tomorrow we'll buy a new home. I also had the displeasure of witnessing the destruction of my favorite china. I'm going to kill him! Now we were finally setting up for bed, and once Goku helped me into bed, is when I saw he wasn't sleeping in bed with me. "What's the matter hon?" He states he's fine, just for me to get plenty of rest. "But why are you sleeping on the floor?"
"To not hurt you." How would he— Oh, my poor husband.
"Could I at least get a kiss good night. You didn't give me one yesterday."
"Am I even allowed to?" I felt like I was going to cry. My poor Goku really feels bad for hurting me. It was just an accident. I'm more mad that he wants to train Gohan for 3 years, and put my baby back into the battlefield.
"If you don't give me a kiss, you'll definitely have a reason for sleeping on the floor." That got him moving. But he only gave me a quick kiss.
"You're really something Chichi." Uh? I looked at him surprised. "I truly don't deserve you." He kissed my forehead. "Now get some sleep." With that he returned to his spot on the floor.
"Goku." He looked up at me. "Please sleep on the bed. Please." You sure? He looked so worried. "Yes." He slowly claimed into bed, but he still wasn't touching me. It seems it's going to be like this for a while, but at least he's next to be. "I want pancakes for breakfast." I'll try my best. That's all I could ask for.
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I didn't get much sleep last night; since trying not to touch Chichi. But boy does it feel good to at least wake up to her. Now to go make breakfast. As I walk into the kitchen, I finally took notice of the damage from yesterday. Damn, we really made a mess of the place. Did Chichi yell at us? I can't remember. All I do remember is how mad I got when he threaten to take my family. Just thinking about what he said is making me angry all over again.
After breakfast, Ox King took us to buy a new home. It was fun seeing Gohan getting all excited, but I was on edge with Chichi's dad. I didn't want to leave my family side for one minute, not even when I needed to pee. Over the course of the week, we built our new home. Even Chichi looked like she was getting better. Of course, Piccolo stopped by here and there to ask if we training yet. Every time Gohan asked if he could go, but I said no. I could tell Gohan was upset with my answer, but he didn't argue.
Today I went to Korin, just to find out the senzu beans weren't ready yet. I really want Chichi to heal. When I got back home, Gohan wasn't hope, watching over his mother. Gohan. I'm just catching fish for lunch. Oh, what a relief. Would you like me to show you how to gut a fish? Na. Ok, I'm going to check on mommy. As I walked into the room I was met with a beautiful sight. All Chichi was doing was just reading a book, but why were she doing it in only in her underwear. I gulp and quietly close, and locked the door. I walked over, and sat next to her.
I just rubbed her knee, and asked what she was reading. "We both know you're not curious on what I'm reading. And before you ask, it's just hot in this room is all." You're what making this room hot. I slowly rubbed my way to the inside her thigh. She tried to hide face behind her book, but that was hard, with how her arms aren't healed yet. "Goku, come on. Stop." I bend down and kissed up her thigh. "Goku. What about Gohan." My hand traveled higher her tight, till it reached her panties.
"For someone to tell me to stop, you sure are wet. And Gohan isn't home." My thumb rubbed against the moisture, while I trailed kisses up her stomach. "I really miss you Chichi." I kiss her bra, where I knew her perfect nipple was underneath. I then pulled away, and just rubbed her leg. "I can't wait till you're all better." She was now blushing.
I got up and started walking to the door. I need to control myself. My wife is hurt. Just when I was about to touch the door she called out. "Goku, wait. Please, come back." I walked back to her, and asked her if she's sure about this. "Yes. Please." My wife truly is perfect. Remember, you agreed to this. "If you keep that up, I'll get mad." I made sure she was confrontable before I spread legs, and kissed my way to her core. It feels like forever I tasted my favorite meal. I moved her panties to the side, and took a good lick. Soon I licked and sucks at her button of nerves. I stick two fingers in, and continued enjoying eating my wife. Before long she came all over my fingers and face. Such a good wife.
I then got on my knees, and low my pants enough to free me. I really want to feel my wife. I pulled her panties off one leg, and positioned myself between her legs. I held her back, I kissing along her heavily cast arm, as I slowly ready myself at her entrance. I looked into her eyes, as I slowly pushed inside her. "Ah." It feels so good to be inside her. I started at a slow motion, and only went faster, and harder when she said so. We were getting pretty close, when we heard a knock at our door. Damn it. I looked back at Chichi, with a desperate plead. She reassured Gohan that she was fine, and that we were just having a talk. Yeah, talking. Talking about how much I miss you. I kissed her lips, and after a few more thrust we came.
Soon enough after we went downstairs, for lunch. While I, again, attempted to not burn down the kitchen with my cooking, Gohan did his studies and Chichi read on the couch. I know I'm not the only one, but I'm getting tired of eating burnt food. Those senzu beans better be ready soon.
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What luck, Goku finally was able to not break any dishes. I just wish it didn't take a month for him to do so. On top of that, Korin finally had senzu beans. That's when I felt reminded of what Goku and Gohan had told me. I didn't want to take the beans; I didn't want to be left alone again. When Goku returned with the news, I didn't take them. Instead, I went to our room.
"Is it really important that you have to train our baby? Why can't everyone else just trains, and you two stay with me?" I was heavily sobbing in his chest. He had finally got me to take those stupid beans, but didn't mean I won't put up a fight for my baby.
"When do I turn down a fight? Besides I have another reason, besides the future battle, that I want to train Gohan."
"Why? Why our baby?" He hugged me closer.
"For his own future." I looked up at him. What do you mean? "In the other future he didn't have a choice what to do. I died and he battled my past."
"But you have the medicine now. You're not going to die." I sobbed harder.
"Well, what if this battle is my last one? What am I leaving Gohan with?"
"But Goku—" He kissed me.
"I want him to make his own future." He kissed me again, and I felt him rubbing my back.
"But he has to still study. Weekends are no training days. And both of you need to make sure to tell me where you're training, so I can bring lunch." He then pinned me. Anything else? "Yes. Who did you argue with the other day?"
"Love you." With that he kissed me.