Thanks goes out to everyone who read and reviewed the last two chapters. :) You guys have no idea how much I'm anticipating Super Saiyan 3 and 4. Lol. That's part of the reason why these chapters are coming out so fast.

This is probably my longest chapter yet ...

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Super Saiyan 2

Waves of energy tore about the dimly lit sky like a barrage of fireworks during a midnight festival. Sparkles of fierce, raw power nipped the cool airs of Mount Paozu, complimenting the blushing cerulean skies. Goku raced through the clouds, leaving behind a trail of golden flare mixed with lightning-blue energy, his training partner following after him, a series of aggravated grunts erupting from his throat.

Piccolo scowled at Goku as he paused in his wild goose chase after the warrior. "Cowardice is unbecoming of you, Goku. I suggest you cease in this foolish game of tag and fight me like a man," the pointy-eared Namek berated, his mouth transfixed into an annoyed frown.

"There's nothing in the rule book that says I can't not run," the golden fighter responded jubilantly, rubbing a finger underneath his nose with a cheeky grin.

Piccolo growled in frustration at the Saiyan in front of him, curling his knife-like fingers into fists.

He came to the Son household with the intention of getting some well-deserved training done, not fly through the skies aimlessly while his partner frolicked about like a child in a candy store.

He had long since completed his rigorous meditation, as the lush waterfalls accompanied by the plentiful forests and its inhabitants provided him nothing short of the solace he so craved. He would've subjected himself to training with Gohan, or perhaps even Dende. But the thought left his mind as quickly as it had come. His ex-student had abandoned his old training regime for something much more light, often trading sparring for dating and studying with his 'partner'. Or worse - that ridiculously idiotic superhero foolishness. What did he call it again? The Great Singing Man? The Great Stinging Man? Whatever ... it was still stupid, Piccolo thought.

And Dende merely served as Guardian of the Earth. He knew absolutely nothing about the art of fighting. His skills in healing coupled with his faithfulness to Kami's Lookout was a testament of that.

Piccolo briefly wondered why his young Namekian brother hadn't bothered with learning at least the basics of fighting technique. Combined with his extraordinary mending abilities, Piccolo deduced that Dende would make for one powerful deity amongst the living had he ever bothered training.

Now he was forced to engage in combat with his ex-rival and old friend, who refused to take things seriously, even though he powered up to Super Saiyan 2. If it weren't for the fact that the Namekian needed a sparring partner to test his limits on, he would've settled for another round of meditation. Training with the arrogant, spoiled 'Prince of all Saiyans' could be better than this useless game of 'tag, you're it'.

"I came here to train!" Piccolo shouted, his burly voice halting the playful fighter in his speedy flight. "Not play games! Quit fooling around!" he finished, the word 'idiot' caught in his throat.

"But," Goku whined, startling the turban-wearing warrior as he used his Instant Transmission to appear right behind him. "I'm just so happy right now!" Goku then stared at his close friend with an excited expression, almost as if he were waiting for him to ask him why he was happy.

Piccolo narrowed his eyes at the happy-go-lucky Saiyan with a look of agitation. When he saw that the goofy blonde wasn't going to continue his idiotic rant, he released an exasperated sigh. "Why are you so happy, Goku?" Piccolo asked in a flat tone.

Limeade eyes brightening significantly with an abundant amount of joy, Goku graced his sparring partner with his signature grin and blurted, "'Cuz, Chi-Chi's cookin' a big feast today! And it's all for me!"

Eyes twitching, arms stark straight, Piccolo took a long, calming breath. "And you're happy because you're getting a meal? That's …"

"Awesome! Great! Cool!"

"Childish."

Goku pouted, placing his hands on his hips. "That's not very nice, Piccolo. Besides, you'd be pretty happy too if your wife cooked you a big meal."

Piccolo rolled his eyes. "In case you haven't noticed, there are no female Namekians, only male. And we don't need food to survive either. And, I'm perfectly fine with that."

"Really? You mean, you never thought about what it was like to be married or have kids or eat delicious home-cooked meals?"

The Namek fell into his sparring stance, his voice still flat in irritation. "I lived with you for three years, Goku. I know what it feels like, and honestly, it's not a life I'd like to live. Now if you have time to talk about food, then you have time to spar."

"But that's different," Goku continued, completely unaware of the look he was receiving from the fighter in front of him. "I mean, being married, having kids ... it's really great! Besides all the screaming and stuff, it's actually pretty cool. Especially when you get to have se-"

Sensing where the conversation was headed, Piccolo outstretched his lengthy arms at an alarming rate, his cheeks flushed in both embarrassment and vexation, and grabbed Goku by the throat before he could get the rest of his words out. Goku shrieked as the green hand tightened around his throat, the breath being promptly knocked out of him as Piccolo carried the Saiyan towards his build, sending a fierce punch to his gut. The faster he attacked the distracted Saiyan, the quicker they could pick up on the pace in their training. Piccolo was absolutely positive he didn't want to hear the rest of that Kami-awful sentence, let alone hear Goku's whiny voice at all.

He just wanted to spar and go back to the Lookout. Nothing more, nothing less.

But it seemed as if Goku had other plans as he quickly recuperated, blocking a set of powerful jabs being directed to his face. He caught Piccolo's hands in his, slamming his knee into the Namekian's chin in a vehement fashion. The stain of purple blood leaked from the corner of Piccolo's mouth as he delivered Goku a head butt, immediately putting some distance in between the two.

Wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, Piccolo sent Goku a chilling grin. "That's more like it. I'm wondering why you hadn't done this sooner."

Goku grinned, his mind distracted from his previous conversation - not that Piccolo was complaining - and began to fluctuate his ki. "I remember you saying that you wanted to fight me as a Super Saiyan 2," he said, swiftly building up his power with a massive battle cry. Piccolo watched, putting even more distance between the two as brilliant waves of sparks and golden energy paraded about the skies. So focused was Goku on charging up to his maximum potential as a Super Saiyan 2 that he failed to notice the voltage of his charge assail downward, shaking the ground like a massive earthquake.

Small waves of lightning struck the ground, and before he knew it, all of the energy that the Saiyan produced from his charge had radiated from his very being like a thunderstorm. Piccolo observed in sheer astonishment, his eyes wide, but then a smirk spread across his lips.

Finally, the battle that he'd been craving.

Goku graced his opponent with a smirk of his own, and before the two could start on their round of attacks, an ear-piercing voice radiated from down below, startling both warriors from their thoughts.

On the ground was an irate Chi-Chi, whose face was contorted into a frown full of ire. "Dammit, Goku!" she yelled into the sky, scaring the Saiyan. Piccolo remained as stoic as ever, his eyes never leaving the screaming female. This was exactly why he'd never get a wife, and even if he could ... he'd never get married.

Goku rubbed the back of his head in his usual way, briefly sending Piccolo an apologetic look. It seemed as if the Namek didn't think much of it as he nodded his head in the direction of his companion's wife. He chose to stay above ground as he watched Goku float, very slowly he might add ... fearfully, to the ground. He decided that it'd be much safer if he weren't near that woman. Besides, it wasn't as if he couldn't pick up on the conversation from where he was. He could hear her screaming and Goku's shrieks of fear from the far distances of any planet.

"What's the matter, Chi-Chi?" Goku asked, landing about three feet away from his wife.

With a ladle in one hand and a butcher knife in the other, the ex-fighter brought her hands to her sides and growled. "That little stunt you just pulled cut off the electricity! How in the world am I suppose to cook dinner now! These spontaneous earthquakes, this high-voltage light show, these hurricane-like winds - I want you to give it a rest!"

"But, babe," Goku said in a shaky voice. "Piccolo and I are in the middle of a very important sparring session ... and I can't help it if becoming a Super Saiyan 2 causes a change in weather."

Chi-Chi held the knife out, pointing it in her husband's direction as she glowered with ferocity. "What's more important! Dinner or training!"

"You're gonna make me choose!" Goku whined ... a little too loudly.

Piccolo winced. This ... this was getting ridiculous. He wanted so badly to interject or maybe just fly away and just stay at the Lookout, but he knew that if he were to do that then he would catch hell from Goku later about leaving and not saying anything. He could do nothing but watch as husband and wife went back and forth, one in complete and total anger, the other in whimpers and whines of despair.

How in the hell does anyone function in a relationship like this? Piccolo thought.

"Yes, I'm gonna make you choose," Chi-Chi countered, taking a step closer to her husband, her butcher knife inches away from his chest. Not that it would do the Saiyan any harm. "Now, I want an answer and I want it now and you have until the count of three to tell me or else!" she exclaimed with narrowed eyes.

"Uh ... um ...," Goku faltered, backing up, the electrical current spinning around his being making it look as if Chi-Chi's anger was circulating his body.

If anyone else were to be watching the scene, they'd think it was hilarious, funny even.

But Piccolo, on the other hand, wasn't in the slightest bit amused. He thought it to be pitiful, quite pathetic. How was it possible for someone, who was capable of destroying worlds with just the tip of his finger, to be scared of a woman, a human woman no less, who couldn't even fly or use energy to her advantage? It was so ridiculously crazy that Piccolo wondered if there was some type of magic behind it all. It just wasn't possible for someone as powerful as Son Goku to be frightened by someone, who didn't even stand at his shoulder, like Son Chi-Chi.

"One!"

Goku eeped, green eyes watering in a pleading manner. "Please, Chich!" he groveled. "Don't make me choose!"

Anything the Saiyan said went in one ear and out of the other as Chi-Chi continued in her counting.

"Two!"

"I'm begging you, Chi-Chi!" Goku cried, clasping his hands together.

Piccolo rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. Was this idiot really whining over food?

Chi-Chi halted in her march towards her husband, standing up straight. As she began to fix her lips to say 'three', her husband, with his lightning-fast speed, did the only thing that came to his mind. He snatched his wife by the shoulders and pressed his lips to hers with such force that the sparks pouring from his body sent a jolting shock through her pores, making her ebony fringe stand on end like someone had just scared the hair off of a kitten with water.

Piccolo stared, completely at a lost for words.

When Goku released his hold on his wife, her charcoal eyes glazed over, Chi-Chi fixed her husband with another fierce glare. "Don't think tha-"

And before she could finish her sentence, Goku kissed her again, and a lot harder than what he had done the first time, almost to the point where he knocked her over. Black eyes wide and in shock for a second time, Chi-Chi tried to pull back, her puffy onyx hair askew. Goku was unrelenting and refused to budge, his hands trailing from her shoulders to the small of her back as he pressed her against him, and it was becoming quite obvious that the kiss he was giving her was making her protests die down as the butcher knife and ladle she had been cradling in her hands fell to the ground with a clang, her fingers immediately racing through her husband's pointy blonde locks.

A look of disgust pulled on Piccolo's face as he directed his eyesight away from the sickening scene to his large, white cape.

"It's bad enough that he tried to discuss human relations ...," Piccolo muttered to himself as he collected his belongings. "Now he has to put it on display for the world to see. It takes someone like Son Goku to pull an unorthodox stunt like that ...," the Namekian grunted in disapproval before he flew off into the direction of the Lookout, because from the looks of what was happening on the porch of 439 East District, Piccolo could tell that he wouldn't be training.

Not today.

Humans ... I'll never understand them.

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Poor Piccolo. Haha! I've always wanted to look at Goku and Chi-Chi's relationship through the eyes of someone other than his children. I mean, Piccolo spent three years with them before the Androids arrived. Lord knows how hard it must've been for him, especially when he has that 'good' hearing going on. If I were him, I'd stay as far away from Mount Paozu as I possibly could. Wouldn't want to hear what goes on through the night with Goku and Chi-Chi. Lol!

Lots o' fun I had with this one. And, as expected, it was significantly longer than the others. Hope that you guys enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing this.

Anonymous Reviewers:

DBZFan: I'm glad that you like it, and thanks for reading and reviewing.

SS4Fan: I personally like all of his Super Saiyan forms, but I mostly love 3 and 4, for the simple fact that they both have much more diversity than 1 and 2. I mean, no eyebrows and longer hair, and lovely red fur coat with beautiful eyes. Two words - LOVE IT! I've always wanted to read more stories about SS3 and SS4, but it's clear that not many people like the forms, which is very disappointing for me, because I love Goku and all of his transformations to death! Thank you for taking the time to read and review both chapters one and two. ^^

lovers45: Ha! I didn't want Goku to kiss her. I've always thought that Goku was a little mischievous, even though he's clearly pure of heart. I can certainly say that the episode where Goku convinces Old Kai to help Gohan with the usage of Bulma was a testament of that. He definitely didn't offer up his own wife, so I know that he has some sense of mischief when it comes to his relationship with Chi-Chi, lol. We all know that there's more to them that meets the eye. Thank you for reading and reviewing!

Miss Anon: I'm glad you love it! :D You have no idea how happy that's made me and I hope that you continue to read and review more in the future!

Fanchick: :D I know! I mean, I absolutely adore Goku's transformations, so to see that there aren't any, or rather the lack of them as I have yet to find any yet, is a little heart-breaking. D: But thank you so much for reading and reviewing!

Lottie: D: Completely forgot your review! So sorry! But, I'm happy that you love it! Thank you so much for reading and reviewing, and I hope that you enjoy the next chapter!

Look out for the next installment: Super Saiyan 3. I'm probably anticipating this more than you guys are. HAHA!

Edit: All errors have been completed - 3/5/2012