Chapter 49: getting along

I completely forgot to tell her about Piccolo! I'm so dead in the morning. Well, at least my last night living was a good one. As I watch my beautiful wife sleep, I tried to come up with how I was going to tell her. Everything I could think of has me meeting being thrown out the house. If not that, definitely having to cook my own meals, while she cooks for only her and Gohan. Anything but that! I'll take being told to continuing doing chores, sleeping on the couch. Heck, at this point I'll let her tie me to the bed, and can't train for another month. I just want to be allowed to eat her cooking again. Wow. Only Chichi, will I'll actually think about not training to be able to have her. I would say cooking, but let's face it, I would stop training just for her.

As I watch her go about making breakfast, do I sense him quickly approaching. I whisper to Gohan, to keep Chichi from leaving the kitchen. With that I quietly, as I can, get to the front door, and open it. "Try to stay to a whisper. Yeah, we're starting training today. But after breakfast. Don't give me that look. Either we start after breakfast, or we'll not train at all today. Get's your hands off me. I really don't want to upset Chichi so earlier in the morning." He just gave me a huff, and walked to a tree, far from my home. Piccolo is definitely not a morning person.

When I reentered the kitchen, I was slapped with a frying pan. What the heck. "When were you going to tell me that monster was going to train with you?" I looked to Gohan, and he was shaking his head. "Piccolo is definitely not a morning person." CRAP! "Now eat your pancakes before I change my mind!" I quickly sat down, and ate breakfast. Mm, blueberry! My favorite!

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As I was about to get my sayian armor, mom came into my room, with something blue in her arms. When I went to ask what it was, she just said I should train comfy. I almost didn't believe it. "Is it really?!" I took it from mom, and unfold it. IT WAS! I hugged mom. "THANK YOU, MOMMY!" Just then dad walked into the room. I ran to him and jumped with excitement, as I tried to show him. "Mommy made me a gi! And it looks almost like Piccolo's, but it has your style! Mom is so amazing!" Dad ruffled my hair, and it just added to the awesome feeling.

"Well, you better hurry. Don't want to keep grumpy pants waiting." I nodded and tried to hurry, while my parents stepped out my room. As I got ready to put it on, I noticed the heart tag. It was just like the one I found on the gi I made. Did mom found my gi, and sew the heart to it? I wanted to cry. My mom really is perfect.

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"Chichi?"

"Don't. I actually made a few. One looks just like yours. But I thought he'll like that one better." My wife is too perfect. "Now, come on. Where are you training today?"

"On the east side. A few miles before the ocean. You sure you want to make us lunch, and bring it over there?" She nodded. "I could just instant transmission us home, or we can make our own way home." She shocked her head. "If you change your mind, you let me know." She nodded, and I gave her a quick kiss on the forehead.

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It's only been two months since they started training, and I still couldn't stand him being close to my home. I was happy when he said he only drank water, and didn't need food. Less work for me. But my perfect little boy just had to make him taste my cooking, and now that guy eats food. As upset, as that made me, it also made me happy to know my cooking had that effect on people.

I started to settle for them to come for dinner, but Gohan had to study three days out of the week. Goku had no problem with that. But a Mr. green giant did. It was late, and dinner was finally done. All four of us were just sitting around in the living room, when Gohan asked to show me something. Goku looked excited, and I could have sworn he also smiled. "Ok, Gohan. Show me." He formed a ki ball, and then it changed to a different shape. It looked like a star. When did he have time to learn that? He told me, whenever dad made him take breaks, he just played around and figured out he could create shapes. I was so proud of my son.

Another month was looking peaceful, till I found out. When they came home, Gohan comment how their training wasn't as bad as when Piccolo started training him. Then I just had to ask what he meant. Both Goku and Piccolo stepped out the house, before Gohan could answer me. And when he did, I just couldn't believe it. How dare that monster leave my baby alone for 6 months! How dare he beat my child everyday and call it training! Neither were allowed back into the house, for the rest of the night. During breakfast, Goku tried to beg for my forgiveness. Also, during breakfast, I noticed Piccolo had a couple of new bruises. I forgave Goku, and I took at Piccolo's bruises. Goku really did a number on him. Piccolo even asked for my forgiveness, and I forgave him too.

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Today Chichi thought it'll be a good idea to stop by the hospital. I asked why, and she just said that I was getting a checkup. And that from now, every 6 months, I will get one. I asked why, and she was getting mad. So, I stopped asking questions. Soon came Dr. Knight and another doctor; this one was male. I kept reminding myself that he's not here to touch Chichi. It looks like one of the doctors that did those tests all those years ago. They explain to me that during my checkup it'll be to keep track of my health. And comes to find out Chichi had let them take a sample of the heart medicine. When she do that?

The whole process was weird, and nerve reckoning. I was put through machine for different type of testing, and viewing. As weird it was, I found out a few things interesting. For starters, I would be considered underweight, by the amount eat and exercise. Also, they had specially made needles to handle my skin. I didn't like that, but it at least made me feel better I didn't get poked a lot. Other than my blood, tail, and immune system, I was close to human. Well, there's other things made me not human, but those were minor and could be over looked. Dr. Seyward said that his team will be making a copy of the medicine. Something about it's best to have more on standby.

When we got home, I was feeling uneasy. When it was bedtime, I watched Chichi tuck Gohan to bed. As we made our way, to our room, I couldn't help but pull her closer. "Not tonight, Goku." Mean. Can we at least snuggle naked? "No." Doing it anyway. She slapped my arm. Do that again and you're also going to be naked. "Goku." It's no fair. We haven't really done it since started training. Did I do something wrong? "Not really, just been exhausted. Don't give me that look." I just picked her over my shoulder, went into our room, locked the door and set her on the bed.

"Tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing is wrong."

"If nothings wrong, then you won't mind me doing this." I undress her, but making sure to not rip anything. "Talk or the bra next." She actually started to giggle and tried to get away. "Oh no you don't."

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My husband truly is something else. I keep trying to tell him nothing's wrong, but he doesn't believe me. And to top it off, he's currently thrusting me from behind, and grabbing my hips a little hard. It feels really good, but I don't know how much longer I could last. Every time I come down, from a climax, he ask me if something is wrong. If I continue saying no, he takes me again. I'm actually getting exhausted, but he won't stop. He even tried to feed me a senzu bean, to keep going. But I'm not lying about nothing is wrong. For once I actually wish he got exhausted. I don't know how much my body can take.

What am I saying? With one more thrust, he had me coming again. "You, sure nothing is wrong?"

"Fine, I'll tell you." He sat cross legs on the bed, and placed me his lap. He licked the 'mate mark' and even purred. "I'm upset that Gohan will be our only baby. And that I'm basically watching him go into a battle as a child." Goku had stopped licking my neck, and held me tighter.

"Does my Chichi want another baby?" I just nod. "But what if—"

"Don't finish that question, mister! I want another baby! All because there's a big fight doesn't mean we have to fully put our lives on hold. I want another baby. And I want my husband to actually be here!" I don't know when or how, but I had started crying, and Goku just held onto me closer. I could feel him rubbing my back, and saying how it'll be ok. I truly want to believe that, but I just can't. My husband, and now son, are going into an unpredictable battle, with no guarantees. "All I'm asking if for something to hold on to. Is that too much to ask?"

He held my face, as his thumbs wiped my tears. "No, no. It's not too much to ask." He kissed me. "You deserve everything your heart wants." He kissed me again. I then felt his hand on my stomach. "We'll try for another baby. But." I looked at him, hoping it's nothing bad. "If it's a girl we're naming her after your mom." I just couldn't contain my joy, as I pulled him into a long kiss. My Goku is truly perfect. He laid me on my back, and kissed along my neck. "And this one gets the honor of having an amazing big brother." I couldn't stop smiling at that, as I felt Goku thrust in me, for the 20th time tonight.

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Mom sure is walking funny this morning, and dad seems a little too happy. Mr. Piccolo looks like he wants to vomit. Also, mom and dad smell funny. Well, a lot of things are weird about this picture. I woke up in the middle of the night, sensing mom and dad's ki being super high for no reason. Plus, the weird noises. I need to get out of here, before I find out what's going on. Telling from Mr. Piccolo's face, I definitely shouldn't be near my parents right now.

Dad sure acting funny, while training. He literally let Mr. Piccolo hit him, and he has a weird smile on his face. I can't with this. I have half a mind to ask what's going on, but the other half is too scared to want to know. That's when I saw Mr. Piccolo hit the back of dad's head, and screaming at him to get his mind back on training. Dad just apologizes, and nervously laughs. Note to self, when parents act weird, get as far as possible away from home.

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When the boys got back home, there were a few things off. Piccolo was dragging Goku insides, Gohan didn't want to enter the house, and Goku looked beat up but smiling. "Dear, what in kami names happened to you? And why doesn't Gohan want to come inside?" He just pulls me down for a kiss, and tries to pull me into a hug. I pull away, and slapped his hands. "Down boy. Did you have that smile the whole-time training?" He nodded. "Did Piccolo beat you up?" He said he let him. "Why?" You. I blushed at that. "GOKU! GO APOLOGIZE TO PICCOLO AND GET GOHAN IN HERE FOR DINNER!"

"But Chichi. I have you all to myself." He then grabbed me and pulled me into his lap. He started kissing my neck, and messaging my breasts through my clothes. He purred into my ear. "I promise Piccolo, I'll let him beat me up, if he keeps a watch over Gohan tonight." I screamed and quickly got out of his reach.

"YOU DID WHAT?" I couldn't believe my ears. He got up from the floor and quickly pulled me over his shoulders.

"Wife wants baby. Husband is going to give her baby." I couldn't help but gulp at that. I was completely mortified, excited, but mortified he's really doing this. It's almost like what happened the first time we saw shooting stars as a married couple. CRAP!

"Goku, hon." He stopped before entering our room. "Aren't you hungry? You know how I hate my cooking going cold." He looked slightly annoyed, but he went back downstairs, to eat. I just saved myself, for a few minutes at least. Now to pray I'll be able to stand tomorrow. These are going to be the toughest, and longest, 2 and a half years of my life.

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I'm so happy Piccolo agree to this. Now I get Chichi all to myself. "Wife wants baby. Husband is going to give her baby." CRAP! Uh? Why did Chichi say that? Doesn't my Chichi still want baby? I was now starting to feel slightly sad.

"Goku, hon. Aren't you hungry? You know how I hate my cooking going cold." I can't believe this. As much as I love an angry wife, I hate cold food, too. Chichi's food is best eaten when warm or hot. As I ate, I actually started to wonder if this was a good idea. One hand, make Chichi happy and I get the added fun of enjoying my wife. On the other hand, do we really want to bring a baby into the world, where there's no telling if it'll have a future. Maybe after today we'll see what would be the answer.

After we ate, and I watched her wash dishes, did I carried her over my shoulders again to our room. Once inside, I put on her feet, and kissed her. I tried to be as careful as possible removing her clothes. I could tell she was shaking. was she nervous? I stopped, and placed my hands on her hips. "What's the matter? Do you not want this anymore?" I placed kisses on her forehead. I then heard her whimpering, and I looked down at her face. "What's the matter, Chichi?" She just hugs me, and continues to cry. All I could is hug her, and rub her back. "Tell me what's wrong, please."

Between her cries she tried telling me, how selfish she feels for only thinking about herself. How she doesn't feel like a supportive wife and mother. I still don't get where this is coming from. "Maybe it's best we wait till we make another baby. You boys need to focus." I just hug her tighter. My Chichi truly is perfect. "Stop saying I'm perfect. I'm nowhere near perfect."

"You're perfect to me and Gohan, so that's all that matters." She started crying again, and hugged me tighter. I don't deserve you. "And I don't deserve you." With that we shared one more kiss, and got ready for bed.

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What is going on here? Yesterday parents acting weird, have a funny smell, and dad not focused on training. Today everything seems to be back to normal. Are they playing some sick game with me? I don't like this. I looked to Mr. Piccolo for answers, and even he seems confused. Today not only is dad's head back in training, he's actually going heavier than before. Did mom and dad have a adult talk yesterday, and they planning something. I'm scared, very, very scared.

If I ever get inside a car, while dad is driving, I need to be at the ready to get out. It was funny to watch him and Mr. Piccolo race, but I wouldn't want to be in that car. I still in disbelief mom got both of them to do this. Now I know the dos and don'ts of driving; well, kind of. And now, we found out we were invited to a party, by Bulma. I have a bad feeling about this. Don't get me wrong. Having fun in between training is nice, but Mr. Piccolo is just outraged. Mom just reasoned with us that there's nothing stopping us from enjoying life, at every chance we get. Saying how every moment counts, just for Mr. Piccolo to say that's why we should be training. Me and dad just ate snacks, while they went back and forth.