Chapter 33: Philia, Eros, and Pragma

In which love is in the air!

Warning: this chapter is rated M for mature. Any underage person/minor reading this, or persons with an aversion to sex tread with care.


In the mild morning I drew in a deep breath of fresh air, then breathed out a long sigh. My lazy gaze slid to Goku's bare back as he shuffled some things around on the nightstand, and I told him "I ended up killing that boy."

Goku gave a solemn hum before replying "But you saved the Supreme Kai, Dori. Sometimes you gotta do what'cha gotta do." When he turned back around it was with an easygoing smile and his fingers dipped into one of the natural salves. "Now hold still, you."

A sniff of laughter escaped me, and my eyes slid shut as he sat back on the bed to apply the herbal ointment to my right cheek.

From the initial sting a cringe couldn't be contained, but I continued to say "I just… I feel like I could've done better..." I opened my eyes, staring at nothing in particular. "If I were more like you…"

Goku chuckled. "If you were more like me, I might not be here. I like you just the way you are."

A slow grin stretched across my face as I looked at him. "The feeling's mutual…"

He knew how to lighten my spirits…

Goku then grabbed my chin, turning my head a bit for inspection. "Wish I could slap a tea leaf on there, or somet—mm!"

His lips were silenced by mine in a stolen kiss, which he then giggled through but returned eagerly.

To have him tilt his head so our lips melded together perfectly—a strong hand slide up my arm and rest on my neck—another caressing my waist—ugh it did something to me that I hadn't felt in years

I nearly gasped when he pulled me into his lap, never breaking contact, my arms wrapping around his shoulders—his squeezing me tightly. I could've swooned…

And still, the fact that he came… This kind-hearted, powerful man actually felt the same way about me that I felt about him…

Goku's forehead rested on mine after that, and his wanting eyes communicated exactly what his intentions were as he began to lean me back.

But for some reason an anxiety kicked in, and I placed a hand on the bed to stop our decent. "We uh—we should probably wait."

Goku lightened up a bit, genuinely confused. "Hmm?" He then placed one of his hands on the bed, leaning to the side. "Wait for what? After breakfast?"

I let out a small huff in disbelief. "No, I mean…" Placing a gentle hand atop his heart, I continued. "We're here together now. Let's not… rush."

Goku fell back onto his elbow with a pained smile. "Alright… no fun yet…"

Sigh… as much as I wanted him and that chiseled body all over me, I appreciated his patience.

So I patted his wonderful abs in a consoling manner. "Plus, this is Soba's room. I'd hate to disrespect his hospitality."

Goku caught my pointed look before sitting up with enlarged eyes and a more awkward smile. "Right!"

And as luck would have it, his stomach started growling something ferocious.

In unison, we both blurted out "Time to eat!" before falling into light laughter.

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With our breakfast having been a successful—and delicious one—I was glad I'd opted to wear the white sweatshirt from my capsulized wardrobe. The native heavy top and accompanying armor would've been too much for my full belly.

Goku actually loosened his belt before stretching, pushing his chair back onto its hind legs. "Oh man, oh man I'm stuffed! I almost forgot how good the food was here!"

"I didn't," I replied with a smirk. "I've been dreaming of these jarcun feet for decades..." And I proceeded to pick the meat from my teeth with its pointed claws.

However, Yardrat didn't have much variety in its food aside from meats, grains, and legumes, so I was craving something a little sweet after such a savory meal.

I perked up in remembrance. "Are the fruits in the Field of Ancestors ready?"

One of my little mothers came to my side and patted my hand. "You arrived at the peak time."

I beamed at the news. "Perfect!"

Goku cut in with "I thought we weren't allowed out there?"

I blinked. "Ah… right. Foreigners who don't have any blood relatives buried out there aren't, but I do…" I then turned back with a pleading face to the elders.

The four of them coo'd to each other for a moment before another nodded. "So long as he respects the land."

I looked to Goku, who had his elbows on the table and his head in his hands. "Okay, it's a go."

He sat up with a grin. "Alright!"

Without me having to tell him, he began to take his shoes off. It brought a smile to my face, knowing that he was still accustomed to Yardrat's ways after so long.

I removed my boots as well and made my way to an open window. With one leg up, I called back "Thank Soba for breakfast, and thank you, mothers!"

With that, I dove into the air, leveling out above the crowds before gaining altitude, Goku on my heels.

We flew past the main city's limits and beyond the even more rugged terrain of the training grounds before the geography started turning green.

"There!"

I descended carefully, Goku following suit, and our bare feet touched down on the sacred, grassy field that stretched as far as the eye could see. There was, however, the fruit tree of interest in the distance.

'Kais… this place hasn't changed a bit…'

A giddy feeling was bubbling up inside of me. I couldn't recall the last time I'd felt this way; like a child in an amusement park. Although I was an adult with a more practical view of what was before me—a field and a tree—all I could recall was climbing the massive fruit tree after meditating on the energies of the ancestors. Jumping and swinging from branch to branch like a little monkey.

Hehe...

I pursed my lips over a smile as Goku questioned "So this is the graveyard?"

But I was unable to contain myself any longer and dove onto the grass, fully startling my partner.

"UHH—" He quickly bent over. "You okay?!"

A breathless laugh escaped me as I rolled onto my back. "Lay with me! Feel the current!"

This only proved to confuse him more. "What current?" Goku at least knelt down beside me. "Did you hit your head while you were fighting?"

I shook my head with smirk. "Lay with me…" I repeated with a purposeful hint of sensuality.

That'd be sure to get him.

And it did, as he acquiesced (with a smile) and we were beside each other on our backs.

I touched his face, gaining his attention. "Feel the planet's energy, and you'll feel the residual energy of those that've passed."

He watched me for a moment, with those sweet eyes subtly shifting over my face before he nodded.

We both faced the sky then, eyes closing, the backs of my fingers remaining lightly against his cheek.

I could feel them… the ancestors… The subtle energy current beneath me that made me feel as if I were floating—it was only possible because yardratians were a more powerful race than humans (and others).

Gohan had thought it morbid when I spent all that time laying atop Samatha's grave site… He didn't understand that I wanted to see if I could still feel her…

Granted, what we were doing wasn't even a real practice of yardratian culture, but something I'd picked up on in my childhood.

"Yeah… I feel it. A lotta different energies." Goku laughed a bit. "It's real peaceful!"

I grinned. "Now try laying on your stomach."

My white shirt be damned, I rolled over, and settled onto my stomach comfortably, Goku shifting around as well.

I'd truly missed this, and having him here with me made it all a dream… sigh


Goku remained on his side, propped up on an elbow as he watched Midori all but cuddle the grass. She was serene with her head resting on her arms and happily content expression, none the wiser to his admiring her.

'I'm glad she's so at peace…' He then tilted his head, sighing. 'I only hope things will be this way after we go back home…'

They would have to face his sons, and his friends, together. Bad feelings would be rehashed, but Goku knew they would all eventually understand.

'Krillin and Master Roshi didn't seem so hard on it the other night… and Eighteen actually seemed for it…'

Midori's slowly wagging tail distracted Goku from the more serious line of thought, causing him to emit an amused sound.

'Yeah, she's happy…'

He didn't hesitate to gently pet her head, hand trailing down to give the back of her neck an affectionate squeeze. But Goku was beginning to admire her curves as well, fingertips sliding down her back and onto her tail, gingerly grasping it as he let it slide through his hand all the way.

She turned slightly to look at him with one of those attractive smirks. "Getting restless?"

Goku leaned back. "Ahehe—more like I'm trying not to lay on my full stomach."

Midori pushed herself onto her elbows. With a whining drawl, she then replied "Fine~" and got back up.

Goku stood, hands resting on his hips.

She nodded to the side. "Let's walk it off, then."

"Good idea," he responded, stretching as they trekked on.

"You'll like this," Midori said. "It's sweet like a nice pear, and has healing properties."

Goku interlocked his fingers behind his head. "Oh yeah?"

"Oh yeah… they bloom twice a year, but only for about a month. They're picked only for the sick and wounded, or the occasional feast."

After a few minutes they were getting close enough for him to discern just how tall the tree was. It looked like something he might see on Mount Paozu, but…

"Man, that thing is massive!" Goku's arms lowered as they grew closer. "Like a sky scraper!"

"That's the tree of life for you." Midori responded. "Although I don't know why they don't call it 'tree of the dead'—it sprouted here on top of the dead."

As she shrugged, Goku let out an awkward laugh.

Once the two arrived at the base of tree, Goku patted just one of the hundreds of emerged, trunk-sized roots. "I could spread out and take a nap on one of these things."

Midori hopped onto the roots without a word and up into the branches, soon lost to the thicket. A few leaves floated down here and there, but Goku wasn't left waiting for long.

She called down "You gonna catch me?"

To which Goku's eyes widened and he held out his hands, unsure of where she was exactly. "Uhhh—"

With a quick step forward he caught her around the waist and let her drop safely against his body.

Midori nibbled her bottom lip as she wrapped her arms his shoulders. "Good catch…"

Goku replied with a playful "I'm good at other things too, ya know…" before shamelessly reaching down with both hands to squeeze her cheeks. "You'll see."

Midori snorted with laughter, and just as he was about to kiss her, something round and red was shoved against his mouth.

"Ugh…" Goku rolled his eyes, but bit into the bumpy fruit anyway. 'Not bad…'

"There's also stories that once upon a time, after a great plague that filled this field up, this tree of life bore just a single, concentrated fruit… and that fruit gave this planet's leader strength beyond measure…"

As he chewed, Midori held onto him loosely, and bit into the other side of the fruit.

"Buh fuh now, mah buhrns should be heed by tonigh…" she added while eating.

Goku cocked his head to the side. "You know, I kinda…" He began to roll his shoulders. "I kinda… I kinda feel it!"

A good, bubbly energy.

"Yeah!" Goku exclaimed, starting to bounce a bit. "Feels like when I'm about to face someone really strong!"

Midori laughed, stepping back to sit on a waist-high root. "Yeah, you're healthy, I don't know why I let you eat this thing." She then jerked a hand out to slap away his quick fist. "Hey! Quit playin'!"

He'd almost hit the worst burn on her left arm.

"Come on," he laughed, "let's have some fun! Spar with me!"

Midori sighed at his antics, but a smile was present. "I've stoked the saiyan flames it seems…"

With his fists raised near his face, his expression turned for the slyer. "I'd like to stoke your saiyan flames…"

She nearly choked while trying to swallow, and eventually yelled back "RESPECT THE LAND! REMEMBER?"

The two finally moved on, with only the core of the fruit left behind.


Earth

Gohan turned his ki-lit hand slowly to illuminate the forest around him, worry deeply seeded in him.

He called out, for the hundredth time "GOTEN!" But, his little brother would not answer.

His energy was not even in the vicinity.

Gohan had awoken to a breeze, and the flapping of their window curtains, only to find the futon next to him vacant. Their mother was still asleep, unaware of the midnight search for her baby.

"GOTEN! WHERE ARE YOU?!"

He'd been at it for at least an hour.

That's when a familiar energy approached, but not one he'd expected.

Gohan turned, and his eyes grew large. "Piccolo?" He then saw his brother tucked into the namekian's large green arm. "You found him!"

Piccolo moved forward. "He was roaming around on the flying nimbus. Got tired and fell asleep. I guess the cloud knew to take him to the nearest safe place." He then handed the boy off to the teenager.

"Thanks, Piccolo... I had no idea he'd gotten that far."

"I'm going to assume this has something to do with Goku being off-planet all of a sudden. And Midori, too. The Supreme Kai appeared, and left with her, Goku eventually leaving as well."

Gohan responded with a sour "I don't know what the Supreme Kai has to do with any of this, but my father probably left to go be with Midori..." To Piccolo's lowering brow line, Gohan reiterated "My dad left us to be with her!"

Goten began stirring with that exclamation. "Gohan..?" He blinked his sleepy eyes. "Is dad back yet?"

The young man and his mentor shared a look in the dark.

"I tried to look for him... I can't find him..."

Gohan then adjusted the seven year-old in his arms so they could face each other properly. "Hey, bud... don't worry about it. Dad'll be back before you know it."

"But why'd he leave? Why's mom so sad..? I don't get it..."

With no answer that Gohan deemed fit for his baby brother, he simply pulled the boy's head into his shoulder.

"I don't get it, Gohan..."

The older brother held the younger tightly, jaw clenching as his throat began to feel thick. "It's okay..."

As much as he didn't want to see their father any time soon, he knew Goten needed him. He knew how traumatic that day had been.

'Wherever you are... you better get back here soon...'

Piccolo laid a sturdy hand on the teen's shoulder, and redirected them back towards their home, Goten already back to sleep in his brother's arms.


There was a flash of shock in the ascended super saiyan's eyes as I jumped up—almost high enough to go over his head—wrapped my legs around his neck—dropped to my hands and flung him into the air.

"WAAOOH—" He managed to catch himself in a skidding stop on his hands and toes, but I was already there.

My foot slammed into the ground, cracking the clay where Goku had been a millisecond before. "Cheater!" I called up above me, where Goku was removing two fingers from his forehead.

"What?" He called back in amusement "Not having fun?"

I used my instant transmission to get at him, but he had just used it in time for me to snatch at his after-image, and all of a sudden we were teleporting in an out to try and hit one another.

A low level of frustration quickly melted away to mirth, and I laughed. "YOU PLAY TOO MUCH!"

But my pause was my downfall, and suddenly—

"GOTCHA!"

He was latched onto my back, holding my arms above my head and pinning my legs with his. His cheek was pressed to mine as we struggled against each other, eventually ending up sideways midair.

"Youuu!"

With a husky voice, he then spoke into my neck. "Next time my face is between your legs, I won't play around so much..."

My jaw dropped.

'Oh my god!'

Suddenly we were rocketing towards the ground upside-down, and I screamed. He then let go of me and—

CRASH

Face first into the ground I went, orange dust clouding around me.

Ugh!

I got onto my elbows and whipped my head up a moment later, blowing dirt from my mouth. His feet lightly touched down before me. "Alright, no more. You win."

I took the hand he offered and allowed him to pull me up.

He chuckled at my forfeiture. "Yeah, well, you were definitely distracted."

That devious look didn't help either... His nature always seemed to change with each transformation...

But he was right. Ohhh was he right...

Sparring with him was always a little too much fun, but the circumstances were different this time. It was just the two of us, away, in this sort of... protected fairy tale... My guilty conscious was the only barrier stopping me from surrendering to my suppressed passions and spending the day in bed with this man.

Because I knew—once we left this little fairy tale realm and returned to Earth, we'd have to face our families, and there was always the chance of him deciding to make his whole again...

'I'm not sure if I could handle that after getting that close...' I thought later that evening, carefully inspecting my arms after a good bath.

We were currently in the modern comforts of the capsule house that I'd packed, just on the edge of the burial field.

Goku entered the bedroom in just his boxers and a towel over his head. "Oh hey!" He pointed at me. "You are almost healed!"

Letting my robe sleeves fall back over my arms, I replied smoothly "I told you..."

While continuing to rub his hair dry, Goku sat beside me on the bed to inspect my face. "Yeah, your cheek's definitely healed up!"

I crossed one leg over the other. "And I take it the boost from the fruit has worn off by now?"

Goku squinted one eye and playfully smirked, slowly leaning in. "Hmm... Idunno, I might actually be feeling a little restless after all."

Ugh, gods...

'Think of something, quick...'

I stopped his advance with a finger to the nose, my incisors nibbling my bottom lip. "We have some time before dinner... and I wanna ask you some things."

My heart was beating fast.

He sat straight, with an inquisitive look. "Yeah, like what?"

More at ease then, I smiled. "Like about you."

"Oh! Huh." He grabbed a pillow and laid back on one elbow. "Shoot!"

I scooted up higher in bed and laid next to him in the same manner. "Well... I've always wondered why you hesitated to fuse with me... You know, with the earrings?"

Slowly Goku smiled, and let out a soft laugh. "I was thinkin' about what it would be like without you in our lives anymore. I didn't want that."

Aww...

I tucked a few wisps of hair behind my ear. "But Vegeta being gone...?"

Goku lifted a hand, gaze going up as well. "I mean..."

We both cracked up.

Sighing, I then regarded him with a low-lidded look. "We would've been better together, though."

He rubbed the tip of his nose with a finger. "Maaaybe..."

I cocked my head to the side. "Yes... With my speed, and a god stone? Yes."

"Dorku?"

"What?"

"Us!"

Catching on, I bared my teeth in distaste.

Goku then tried "Midoku? Gori..?"

I blinked slowly, staring off into the background before responding with a measured "Takarot..."

"That actually sounds kinda cool!"

Our gazes then met, and my nose scrunched in amusement. 'He's so cute sometimes...'

Sigh... All this talk about becoming one... I was beginning to ache for a version of that...


She was laying comfortably on her side, gaze serene and searching his face while he did the same.

For a few silent moments, they stayed like that, Goku propped up on his left elbow as his eyes moved from hers to explore the exposed flesh beyond the confines of her robe. Tanned thighs and long legs were tempting—made his fingers twitch—and flashing images of her legs wrapped around his waist enter his mind.

His lips parted to draw in a soft breath as he physically blinked away the mental images. But why did he have to stop himself from thinking that way when they were finally together? Just the two of them… laying together, him yearning for her touch.

Goku suddenly looked down at the sheets. "Hey…"

He received a soft "Hmm?" in reply, and when he looked up at her she was smiling lightly, lovingly, at him.

But she wouldn't reach out to touch him…

Goku's returned smile seemed strained as he lifted a hesitant hand to her shoulder. "You're… mine now, right?"

Midori blinked slowly, eyelids settling at half-shade and smile somewhat fading. She pursed her lips for a moment, then nodded. "As long as you're mine…" She finally answered, a soft grin returning.

Goku broke into a large grin of his own, quickly responding, "Yeah, forever!" with a light laugh. The aforementioned hesitant hand turned into an arm draped over Midori's shoulder, and his eyebrows scrunched upward. "And you know I'd never hurt you, right?"

"I know…" She reached out to him, gingerly-moving fingertips trailing up his chest and neck before settling into his back hairline, thumb brushing over his jaw.

Goku briefly closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth of his soulmate's hand. He needed more of her warmth; longed for it. "Can I… just—" As he leaned in she proceeded to pull away without a word, causing a dull ache to fill his chest.

The saiyan couldn't hold back a heavy sigh as he glanced down again, blinking his slightly enlarged eyes.

She chuckled softly. "What's the matter?"

He didn't look back up until she'd crept up to him on all fours… completely naked.

Midori then eased a stunned Goku onto his back with a gentle push to his right shoulder, quietly inquiring "Don't you want me?"

An electrical shock was not intense enough—not nearly intense enough to describe what hit his heart and shot down to his loins.

An instant turn-on was what it was.

"C'mere…" was his barely escaped murmur before he wrapped his arms around her back, no sooner locked in a deep kiss. 'Finally…' his mind's voice whispered, expression a tad tortured; a side-effect of both disbelief ('I can't believe this is finally happening…') and the hardening erection pinned by his boxers, under the pressure of Midori's weight—especially when she slinked a leg over him.

And while her fingers were woven into his hair, his hands roamed freely across her body. They glided up and down the contours of her back, brushing her tail, eventually massaging that round ass he'd become so fond of.

A soft noise arose from Midori's throat, instantly devoured by Goku and the growing hunger in his kiss. It was all so intoxicating to him, the heat of her bare skin against his while they caressed each other, tongues tangled and sighs mingling. No coherent thought passed through his mind as he began to sit up, one arm around her waist and the other hooking under her thigh, but his instincts demanded "more".

It was suddenly so very real, when he flipped the both of them over, the tiny breath that escaped her lips… her lowering eyelids… the leg wrapped around his waist… Every bit of her was revealed to him; sights that made the muscle in his chest work faster, and the muscle below his abdomen tighten up.

When her lips curled into a sly smile, a thin line of her top teeth showing, Goku's heart momentarily beat harder. It was his favorite Dori smile.

"Well…" she murmured seductively, "Why don't you help me out before we get started… It's been a while for me…" Her little grin turned somewhat shy as she glanced down, though the hands running down his shoulders and back up his bare chest were far from it.

For a short moment Goku was confused, but two seconds later (remembering some of Roshi's magazines on how to be a good husband) it clicked and the Earthling saiyan smirked, wagging an eyebrow in an exaggerated manner that made Midori briefly crack up.

By the time she'd murmured his name in amusement, Goku had scooted down the mattress, plopping onto his elbows to where his face was perfectly aligned between her thighs—perfectly poised to eat until both their hearts were content. Hunger dove the saiyan in with zero inhibition, wet tongue running up the soft labia before delving straight into her clit, actions that earned him a slow, pleasured sigh and further access to his meal.

Pure bliss was the outcome of his tongue exploring her supple flesh, with hot breath and eagerness, calloused hands sliding up her body to play with sensitive nipples. She was completely limp to his tactics, thighs spread unabashedly, eyes fluttering shut.

A moment later Goku's name left Midori's lips in a soft moan, whilst her fingers found their way back into his thick hair.

All the while his tongue delivered sloppy lashings of pleasure to her most sensitive parts; broad and invasive, pushing to taste her insides, then lapping and swirling around the pink nub that made her nibble her bottom lip. He'd promised not to play around the next time he was in that position, after all.

The sustained dedication to her clit had Midori moving her hips against his mouth, quiet whimpers causing Goku to breathe harder. All her little noises were starting to get to him. Make him throb for her. All the juices around his mouth—he needed them coating his cock. He needed to be inside.

So it was with a sharp breath—anxious on his side, disappointed on hers— that Goku sat up again, and whilst his half-lidded eyes gazed over her body he wasted no time freeing himself of his constricting boxers.

The princess watched his well-endowed reveal with bated breath and a rising sexual ache; watched the exposure of the wide, weeping head as foreskin was pulled back over an equally wide shaft. He possessed a thickness that she knew she hadn't experienced with previous lovers.

The only sound when Goku leaned forward was the subtle groaning of the mattress, the faint sighs of skin brushing together as she spread for him, his thighs touching hers, feminine hands gliding up chiseled shoulders, and a soft request of "Just be gentle…"

Slowly he rubbed the bulbous head of his penis up and down her wet mound, droplets of pre-cum mixing in as he slid lower, putting pressure against the tight entrance.

There was a moment's whimper of stretching pain, her mouth falling open with the slow, gradual sinking of his girth.

Faces inches apart, even Goku couldn't keep himself from letting out an unintended breath.

He had to ease back then, her vice grip around him prompting him to small strokes; slowly in and out, until their pelvises were molded together, her cervix pressed firmly beneath the head of his cock, soft pussy lips wrapped around the base of his length.

He was so perfectly deep inside her... perfectly surrounded by her body as he lowered himself into her encircling arms and legs. Her warm breasts and traveling hands felt nice, but nothing like the tight walls giving his aching flesh the deep tissue massage he'd longed for.

Goku couldn't help but smile into Midori's neck, a satisfied hum emanating from his throat as she breathed unsteadily into his ear with each of his firm strokes— sliding slowly out, then back in, pushing as if to knead the little barrier between him and her womb. His measured tactics were causing a sloppy mess; thick juices oozing down in between her cheeks and slicking up his sack.

He knew he was big, and knew he had to start slow, but couldn't keep himself from filling her up. This woman, who'd made his heart feel in ways he'd never experienced before, was letting him love her…

'And it feels so good…'

Midori then whispered his name instead, "Goku..." pursing her lips slightly as he continued to try to bury his cock into what felt like her belly. She finally whispered "Just fuck me..."

Goku lifted his head, eyes half-lidded and looking dopey. "I was trying not to hurt you..."

But his new lover managed to make him throb again, with the mere murmur "I want you to make it hurt now."

The saiyan from Earth blinked. He couldn't hold back a short, amazed laugh after that, pushing himself back up onto his arms.

The next thrust was firmer—pulled more than halfway out and then slapping his pelvis against hers— inciting a gasp and scrunching eyebrows—long legs to fall open again—Goku continuing a quickening succession of strong hip movements. Her first moan came quickly, more arising in time with the hard muscle pounding her depths.

The pleasure scale had jumped so quickly, friction making her pant, his stretching girth pulling more moans from her, and continuously abused cervix radiating an addicting sensation of painful bliss.

Before they knew it the bedframe was rocking, her large breasts bouncing and fingers curling into his back, sweet and sultry moans drowning out masculine groans.

Goku could feel his body heating up, from his raptured core to his flushed face. He bowed his head, eyes trailing up her body.

All his… the taut, pink flesh he was fucking unrelentingly, hot and melty around him, making him sweat. Soft breasts that spilled over his cupping hands. Lips that stayed open, emitting sounds that let him know how well he was pleasing her, only closing to run her tongue over them.

Midori whined his name pitifully, causing him to release a ragged breath. Her unraveling was his fuel, and Goku began to lose himself in his feverish love-making.

His saiyan blood was boiling over with the realization that he could be rough like he never could before; he didn't have to hold back for a human's sake anymore. He could take her in ways he'd only dreamt about, and then do it again the next night, and the next… That was the part of their nature deprived of him his whole life; a recent obsession finally coming to fruition.

"Goku..!"

The focused saiyan grunted, gripping her thighs, slamming his hips into hers.

"Slow..! Slow down!" Midori begged in a whisper, her pained expression finally catching his eye.

Goku gasped, stopping altogether. With wide eyes he whispered back, "I'm s…sorry," suddenly panting to catch his breath. "I thought… I thought you…"

Maybe he'd thought wrong.

Midori was breathing through parted lips as well, though much lighter. "I do. Just—remember it's been a while for me…" Her hands went to his damp forehead, dark bangs falling limply back into place over her fingers. A small laugh then escaped her before she added "So try not to turn into a super saiyan on me like that… at least not yet."

If Goku's face hadn't been reddened by heat, it would have by that little joking jab; a way to tell him he'd gotten a bit too excited.

He laughed embarrassedly, realizing his energy was indeed elevated beyond normal, and probably the reason she'd asked him to slow down. "Okay…"

A moment passed where they stared into each other's half-shaded eyes, and Goku took that time to slide himself back in to the hilt, loving how her silent lips parted delicately, legs slinking back around his waist.

They were glued together then, heated bodies forming sweat and limbs tangled. While breathing heavily into Midori's ear, Goku worked her insides with rising fervor, and her breathful noises transitioned into moans again.

She squeezed everything she could—his fat, penetrating cock, his unruly hair between her fingers, his shoulder blades. This earned her a groan and sloppy tongue kissing as he briefly switched to deep, passionate grinding.

But the bed-rocking thrusts soon returned, and her head fell back as she breathed out an expletive. The intensity was there again, burning bliss filling her up once more, and soon she was gripping her own chest, legs in the air as Goku held her thighs back, his brow furrowed in concentration, veined and reddened manhood plowing into her without any sign of slowing.

The passing time saw her legs move from dangling, to over his arms, to over his shoulders, thighs pressed together suddenly making him feel that much bigger inside. Such an extremely tight fit affected both of them, as Goku finally began slowing his pace, humming in pleasure into her right leg. Meanwhile she inhaled a long breath through her teeth, feeling every contour of his deeply probing erection—feeling so stretched it were as if he'd suddenly swollen in size. And he was still moving at a moderate pace, making her huff as she fondled herself.

It was when Goku actually lifted her legs—her butt rising as he sunk himself as deeply as possible—making her wince—did his demeanor seem to change. He let her down gently, sighing heavily. When Midori's legs fell open again, he gazed at the sticky, glistening mess they'd made and reached out with a thumb, slowly rubbing her clit.

His warm, pressured touch extracted a soft sigh from her and she bit her lip as he began sliding in and out—just enough to tease her with the large head.

His other hand rested lightly on her thigh, and he brought his eyes up to hers. "Do you like that?" he asked quietly. Almost as if they were two young, inexperienced teens.

She pushed herself up onto her elbows, then nodded slowly with a weak "Mmhm…"

He was trying to replenish that wonderful, natural lubrication, and was succeeding, small wet noises accompanying the viscous fluids accumulating around her folds and coating his tip.

Nibbling on her bottom lip, Midori began further sitting up. "Lay down—"

"No." Goku stopped her with his palm flat against her clavicle, close to her heart, then offered the saiyaness a dopey grin. "You turn over…"

A seductive smirk gradually took her face as she leaned back onto her elbows again. When he pulled out completely Midori then turned onto her stomach, raising her rump in a sensuous manner, back arching and head down for more height. Her tail lifted as well, curling to the side. "That good for ya?" she asked in a playful manner, smiling at the look she'd glimpsed on his face.

Like Earth's hero had been presented with a great challenge; a carnal want in his eyes and a smirk on his lips as he reached to grip both cheeks. "Perfect…"

And with the easing of his wide tip into her slippery labia, Goku licked his lips as his entire length passed through the tight ring once more. Midori's face screwed up in pained pleasure against her pillow, his rock-hard erection nestled deep inside her again, the stretch even more intense at that angle.

The moment Goku began moving prompted verbal response from Midori. He held her hips, pelvis clapping her round cheeks at a more controlled speed compared to earlier. But being fucked like that, bent over, every inch of him accentuated, was making her pant and moan again as if he were jackhammering her insides.

Which is what Goku was eventually driven to, moving faster and harder, causing her toned cheeks to bounce under his increased force, moist clit taking the brunt of his smacking sack. To this she lifted her hips best she could in an attempt to give him perfect pounding access.

All of her was pleasing him, from her round ass in the air and her tight pussy, to her gaping expression of agonized pleasure. He could feel the ecstasy building—began panting as well—and on her cue lifted a knee as he angled himself to drill even deeper than before. He had to make sure she was taking all of him.

'Can't stop...' Goku thought in determination. 'Gotta give 'er everything...'

The bed was making a racket as Midori cried out, back forcefully arched from his dominant position and hands clutching strewn sheets whilst Goku feverishly pounded her clenching flesh. She turned into the pillow to muffle several high, gasping moans but couldn't stand the smothering, letting him hear her lilting cries instead.

Goku was almost drooling… desperately hammering his throbbing cock from one stroke to the next. Heated, squeezing walls seemed to melt around him, like a suffocating second skin, leaving Goku moaning loudly as well, brow furrowed deeply. Each stroke was beginning to bring an escalating, hotter pleasure.

And with his fervency the climax hit him like brick wall, making his thrusts jerky and causing him to cry out alongside his lover, spurts of hot semen soaking her tight passage.

Goku suddenly hunkered down over her back, causing them to both flatten in a tired heap. He then uttered raggedly into her ear "Do you feel it?" as he ground his hips into her backside, stirring his dripping seed into her with his remaining erection.

Head down on her arms, Midori's only response was a moaning, breathful "Uh-huh…"

After a few more churns he slipped out of the satiating, gushy mess he'd made, her nickname leaving him through a sigh as he rested his head on her shoulder and stretched his arms forward to interlock their fingers together. Midori's tail draped over his waist a second later.

As they breathed deeply together, warm cum puddled beneath their slick bodies and it was then that Goku smiled into her shoulder, sighing happily.

His loins radiated with the afterglow of the intense ejaculation, and she felt more content than she ever had, insides warm and tingling, his weight comforting.

Midori sniffled every so often while returning to a resting breathing rate. But, with more sniffles coming from her, Goku slowly came back down to reality, lifting his head to look at her curiously.

"Dori?"

She replied with a small acknowledging noise but turned her head into the mattress, sniffling again, and then to the right.

"Are you okay?" Goku was beginning to feel worried. "I didn't hurt you for real, did I?" He tried to shift over her right shoulder to see her face, but she turned into the mattress again, that time whining.

While he pushed himself up onto his arms, one of Goku's eyebrows lowered as the other arched. "Why won't you tell me what's wrong?" He then glanced off to the side, tone lowering a bit. "It wasn't… bad, was it..?"

Midori finally laughed, the light, welcome sound a bit muffled until she turned over, forcing him to lay back on his side.

When their eyes met, Goku's widened and the corners of hers crinkled around tears from her content smile.

"No, silly…" she finally answered with a light sniff. "Just the opposite."

Goku was becoming more confused by the second. This had never happened to him. Crying from sex? "But Dori…" A hesitant smile broke through his concerned expression. "You're crying…"

Her tiny smile persisted. "It happens sometimes…" She replied, then moved closer; close enough for the tips of their noses to graze. "… when it's really good." Midori nuzzled her nose against his, lips parting as she tilted her head.

Her returning seductive ways momentarily distracted him from her words, but just before she could steal a kiss he murmured "Like happy tears?"

"Mhm…" She pulled back slightly with an easy smile, both saiyans low-lidded.

With a returning, dopey grin, Goku stated, "I'm gonna give it to you like that every night then."

As Midori sat up it was with her bottom lip being nibbled, and she straddled him without warning, hands going down. "Let's try to finish up this night…"

Goku blinked his half-lidded eyes as he got up onto his elbows, realizing he was still hard. That happened sometimes, too.

And so, he watched her slow impalement onto his tip, creamed pussy sinking all the way down until she was sitting on him.

Her breasts were welcome in his face as he attempted to shape her active cheeks like dough, and the nipple that had had found its way into his mouth was briefly lost when he let his jaw hang open to gasp.

She was working his sensitive cock with increasing pace, leaving him slack-jawed and willfully at her mercy.

And to think, that it would just be the two of them alone for who knew how long…

Goku let his tongue hang out of his mouth as he groaned, barely able to lick the hard nipple rubbing against it.

'Oh man...'

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Goku heaved a heavy sigh as he sunk into the kitchen chair with his brown sugar oatmeal. "I guess this is what we get for missing dinner."

"And this is as good as it gets..." Midori replied on approach. "They tend to stock these capsule houses with astronaut-level non-perishables."

He laughed with a full mouth, and she smiled whilst blowing on her spoon.

"I've experienced a little of that before," Goku said, "when I was traveling to Namek on Bulma's spaceship. Towards the end I only had these weird packaged snacks to eat... It was killer!"

Midori's eyes squinted in genuine mirth, and she pursed her lips in an attempt not to spit her food out. But a second later she perked up, smile fading.

Goku blinked, noticing the subtle change. "What's up?"

She swallowed. "Thought I felt a spark of energy... from out in space..."

Goku perked up as well.

"But I don't sense anything now..." She then tilted her head in thoughtful expression. "It could've been a star exploding for all I know."

By then Goku was nearly done eating his oatmeal as he shrugged. Neither saiyan knew what was really going on in the cosmos, or what was to come.


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Author's Note: Merry Christmas in July, folks! Fun fact: I wrote the steamy part of this chapter years ago lol. Probably around chapter 28 or something. So in a way this chapter contributed to the delay in previous chapters. I tried to go for some realism but mostly guilty pleasure hentai LOL Of course I'll be proofreading for the 10th time after this is posted, so there may be minor changes here and there going forward.

Also! Did you catch my tree of might reference/inspiration?

Now I can't promise the next chapter will be out this fast, but big things are gonna happen! Take care and please review in the meantime!