Chapter 10: The 'Chi-Chi'
Since the trial had taken place, the remainder of the ship's inhabitants had been rather quiet. The lazy Nappa suffered from the deadly sins of gluttony, sloth and jealousy; wasting his days in his pod. Occasionally he would spar with Raditz or even Kari, but each loss sent him further and further into a pit of self-indulgence.
"The brute is eating us out of the ship," Kari had spat at her mate. "Lose to him, or else!"
So Nappa celebrated his rather odd victory with a roar that almost shook the very architecture of the space vessel. That eve, he feasted himself into a slumber worthy of the 'sleeping beauty.' Or the sleeping beast, Kari had mused, as she'd discarded of the empty evidence bottle containing only a lingering dusting of powder from the sleeping pills it once held.
Raditz made demands of his woman, following the bitter taste of swallowed pride on his tongue. She happily complied, and so her attentions to Gohan and the human pet dwindled to almost a complete ignorance.
It was Kakarot however, who remained quietest of them all, locked away in his own pod nearest the control room. He'd felt the waving frequency of two ki waves that ascended and descended in sporadic rhythms. It was the mark of adrenaline and training, or worse, a different kind of wrestling. His son was a young man, and though he had already tasted the bounties of female flesh, he hadn't let phallic instincts drive him like Nappa would. So Kakarot begun to muse to himself about his own more youthful, late teenage years. Before he knew it, cascading memories dawned on him in an unstoppable flow of thought and worse of all, bitter sweet emotion.
The Changeling Prince had made his orders clear, leaving no question of who was in charge. He wanted the universe under his control, and right now, he favoured 'the monkeys' as his prized pets. They had always been a savage race of space pirates, and so he fed their ambitions with advanced technology and armour, in exchange of their sub-ordinance. The late King Vegeta had assumed he could steal the offer. Prince Frieza made sure any further assumptions were immediately fished from the pond. Though the King had survived the changeling's brutal assault, he never recovered from the example made from his pride-reducing defeat.
Among the distant galaxies planned for invasion, was one known as 'The Milky Way.' Assigned to this mission, was the Elite Tora, and two rather fat lesser Elite comrades, known as Shugesh and Borgos. Finally, there was the rookie son of Bardock, looking the spitting-image of his father. At barely seventeen, Kakarot had only just begun to prove his worth, and now this mission would be his ambitious launch into the Elite lifestyle that he'd craved for so long.
"Make me proud," his father had said, as he said a stoic farewell to his youngest son. "Else don't return."
The Saiyans, after conquering the line of planets that led closer and closer to the Milky Way Sun star, met with the resistance of the Earth's numerous defensive forces. They sent their feeble armies of humanoids, clad in green and brown suits and firing ample amounts of ammunition. When they managed to penetrate ki shields, the bullets only bounced off the insect exoskeleton designed Saiyan armours, or were simply evaded entirely by quick, blinking movements. Out came the bigger artillery; the bombs and the explosive missiles. These posed a greater challenge to the Saiyans, who felt their skin and armour burn under the unnatural heat. But the machines that spat this energy, were just as disposable as the easily torn and broken human flesh.
Once the Capital city fell, the Earth's leader made his appearance, requesting an audience with the aliens. Tora had laughed deeply, but decided to indulge what would be the surely man's final request. It was always the same story; the last defense would be the man whom the rest of the planet looked up to for wisdom and guidance. When he was disposed of, along with the failure of capitalism and democracy, the rest was easy. A single ki beam, right between the eyes, answered the leader's pleas for peace and co-operation. It all could've been achieved by just one Saiyan turning Oozaru at the full moon, but the big apes had no control, and orders were orders.
"Spread out," Tora had barked in-between victorious, booming laughter. "Take the other cities. Frieza demands resources, and this planet is fruitful."
The Saiyans had found the planet to be far too populated for its' own good; so many Earthlings would lessen the shipments of expensive ores. The changelings governed an impeccable trade system after all, and demanded the highest standards of delivery. The Earth resources would improve existing technology, leading to Frieza's ultimate, unstoppable goals of ruling the entire Universe.
Kakarot had journeyed South across endless spreads of dry mountainous landscapes inhabited by gigantic, scaled creatures with long tails and sharp teeth. Their meat was succulent and plentiful. Then, over the great, almost endless ocean, he came to the large, southern patch of land that hosted the southern city. It was here that the rebel humans launched various bombs and missiles filled with strange gases. On impact even with Kakarot's ki shields, their explosions clouded his senses. His eyes watered, his nose stung, and his guard dropped under the flurry of bullets and heat-seeking missiles. The humans rejoiced, as the alien fell from the skies, to be swallowed by the tides. Their onslaught failed to cease however, as great, metallic beasts below the ocean, surfaced with more explosive and piercing rounds. The incredibly dazed and injured Saiyan was forced to retreat, carried by turbulent waves that crashed against his broken form.
At the cliff face of the high, 'Fry-Pan Mountain,' was a series of steps naturally fixed into the cascading dry soil and stone slabs. A village had once occupied the mountain, until legends told of a great fire spirit, descending upon the settlement in an eruption of volcanic and destructive flame. Fearing the mountain was cursed; no human ventured into the former territory of the great Ox-King. But today, descending down the steep and 'secret stairway,' was a young woman with a sole purpose in her dark, bistre eyes. Clattering behind her, secured by a single rope, she dragged a handmade raft. The mountain had been her secluded home for far too long; it was time to attempt yet another escape, and see how 'the others' lived their lives in the great cities. But today would be a far different adventure, as her feet found the sand of the secluded beach. The sea often washed up little souvenirs from the southern city; jars with intimate letters, discarded rubbish and once, even a misguided shipment crate containing a beautiful set of crockery wrapped in silk, hand-embroidered materials. But never before, had it washed up something as large and living, as it did today. The young woman had to look twice, as she saw a collection of marine blues, orange, black and white; alien and vivid colours that she would not normally associate with the surroundings. Then, as she ventured closer in eager climbing, she came upon the limp limbs, dangled and draped precariously over the edges of sharp, jagged rocks. She would've assumed him dead, had it not been for the sudden, bestial breath that raised his large chest. The girl had never before seen another 'human' male, save for her father, but there were already significant differences in age and overall appearance.
"Hello?" She timidly cooed, with the first word to pop into her mind. A blush spread across her cheeks, as the male reacted with a wincing frown, and pained groan. "Phew! I thought you were dead. But don't worry! I'm going to take good care of you."
His body was battered and bruised, even bleeding from several visible cuts and burns, as if he'd been in the great war that her father had warned her about. The Ox King had left the mountain, warning his daughter to be wary of strangers, and stay in the house. Well, the courageous girl had waited a whole day, before her curiosity got the better of her. Without her father there to catch her, she could finally escape from her rural cage. So small hands carefully slid under the male's arms, in an attempt to drag him onto her raft.
"You must be a soldier," she assumed, hoisting him with strained breaths and groans. "Gosh, you're heavy!"
It probably took her an hour or more, to get the injured man up the mountain. Occasionally he slid from the raft, and tumbled down a step or two. But the woman persisted, determined to get him back to her little house, and tend to his many wounds, both the seen and the unseen. They passed the various abandoned, dome shaped huts in clear, white stone, crafted from the ivory rocks of the mountain. But they had long since ceased to house any form of life. At the highest point of the mountain, was the traditional, hand-built red and white house, with pointed and curved black roofing in sunburnt tiles. Kicking the door shut behind her, the human quickly set about the tasks of heating water from the well, and preparing the herbal salves and ointments from the unending supply of home-grown herbs and medicinal plants.
"Is this what they're wearing in the city?" The girl asked herself, as she struggled with the strange clasps of the man's armour. It was like an exoskeleton shell, made from a metal-plastic texture she had never encountered before. "Must be expensive!" She nodded, biting her lower lip as she finally pulled the casing free from the boy. A little gasp escaped her virginal lips at the sight of rippling muscle under the second skin of his black bodysuit. He might as well have been lying there naked for the pleasure of her eyes alone.
"Oh my."
But the sight alone wasn't good enough. Not only did she need to access his naked flesh, but a curious part of her wanted to delve further. Timid digits peeled at the thick texture of his remaining layer, slowly revealing the lightly tanned, taut flesh of his most natural form. She had to be very slow and careful; various clotted wounds stuck to the bodysuit, evoking wincing groans from his partially conscious state. Now, her father had been muscular in his youthful prime, but the great giant of a man carried more fat than anything in his older years. This very manly physique clashed with her original idea of the man being rather young, from the structure of his very boyish face. It was now very hard to determine his age at all. Regardless, she reminded herself of her promise to look after him, so she peeled the clothing down to his lower abdomen, until the gentle spread of dark hairs caused her to snatch her hands away in brief shock. Now she knew very well that this area, was extremely private.
Coughing her flush aside, the young woman started to carefully bathe the man's skin; washing away all the dirt, grime, blood and salt-water to prepare his wounds for ointments and thick creams. She started with his broad chest; using her two main fingers to scoop the green paste from the jar, and spread it thickly over a rather disgusting split across his gaping ribs. It no doubt stung tremendously, and perhaps if she knew the man was aware of her actions, she would've been far more prepared for the hand that suddenly latch around her wrist. Before the woman had chance to react, she was flung forwards in a flurry of twisting limps vacating the sofa. Since she'd been kneeling beside him on the floor, the man only needed to vacate the immediate space, and shove her upper body forwards, into the cushion. Her scream was muffled by the suffocation of her face pressed firmly against the object, held firmly there by a hand pressured against her neck. Arms flailed; hands reaching for anything as she tried to hoist herself forwards, away from the invading heat that pressed against her raised rear. The man crouched over her, keeping her pinned exactly where he wanted her, while his savage eyes investigated the surroundings that become more and more clear to his fuzzed, still slightly dazed vision. The Earthlings had succeeded in stunning him and penetrated his armour and ki shields with their advanced weaponry, he remembered that much. But he did not recall this interior structure, and as he lowered his head, he pressed his fingers against the green substance applied over his stinging wounds. It smelt of the Earth's flora, but carried the struggling female's clean scent. Noticing the slowing struggles as air failed to reach her enough, he pulled her back towards him, using the leverage of her neck to bring her clashing against his tender chest. The arm slid round, resting between her ample bosom, to squeeze against the front of her neck this time. He hadn't however realised this woman now knew his body extremely well, or anticipated the sudden elbow smashing against his most sensitive wound.
Kakarot had not felt pain to this extent, since his sparring matches back home. His momentarily flax in control, gave the woman chance enough to escape his hold. Scrambling on hands and knees at first, she soon found both her feet, and the handle of a frying pan in her grasp.
"What's the big idea!" She half shouted and half gasped, breathing heavily with the highly evident expanding of her heaving chest. The bent over Saiyan took a moment to compose himself, clutching a hand at his wound, before lifting dark, savage eyes at the one who dared to strike him. She was trembling; he could smell her fear and…something else. The faint moisture of her damp pheromones.
"How dare you handle me like that! Don't you know who I am?" Ignorantly, the man found his feet, and the woman instantly started to back off with the instinctive swinging of her frying pan. "Come any closer and…a-and I swear you'll regret it!"
She'd brought this man into her home, and this was how he repaid her? Now, the woman would happily accept an apology, if only he showed signs of recovering from his wild attack, and settled down. But he didn't, as he slowly advanced to her constant retreat.
"I'm warning you! My father is the great Ox-King! Don't think for a second I haven't been tau -"
At the realisation of her back hitting the wall, the female threw the frying-pan at the advancing male. It gave her just a brief second to launch herself at him in a flurry of rapid attacks worthy of her father's fighting style. Palms straight in chopping motions, and legs that bent easily with her changing stances named after various Earth fauna: The Crane, The Snake, The Preying Mantis and The Tiger. Her opponent was un-accustomed to the constant change of stance, but adapted quickly despite the clear pain she was causing his broken body. Kakarot saw the worth of his opponent, and reacted to the challenge as any Saiyan would; with the determination to conquer it fully. So he watched how she fought, learnt how she was fuelled by both fear and blinding-rage, and swallowed back the pain as she aimed wisely for his damaged areas. Unfortunately for her, Saiyan's healed quickly, and during his much-needed rest, his body had already begun to mend broken sinew and the loss of blood. Though she was indeed causing some degree of pain to the man, it wasn't as much as she'd hoped for.
The only reason the strange woman still lived though, was because she continued to allude him. He had not had the time to explore the bounties of the planet, as the orders had demanded priorities in establishing Saiyan command over the entire planet. The soldiers they encountered were almost 100% male, as was the planet's leader. So Kakarot had assumed that the females of the species were weak and rare. In the cities they merely ran screaming; they were nothing in comparison to the females of his own race. All except for this one, who was growling and shouting in conjunction with well taught martial arts. When her own limbs didn't connect, she found any nearby object to smash at him, and continued her rampage. A broken vase, a flower pot, a plate and an old, heavy book; each found themselves smashed and bounced off the Saiyan's skull.
When he finally tired of her repetitive attempts to knock him out cold, he shoved the woman back against the wall, holding her up with his hand once again around her neck. She scratched and kicked, but he forced and lifted a knee between her thighs, until he felt the ripe softness of her womanhood. Indeed, the anatomy of these humans looked and felt exactly the same as his own species. In teenage curiosity, the human was forced to endure the poking and squeezing at her curves, as he felt around the dual mounds at her chest, and then the clear curve of her hips, round to the globes of her meaty buttocks. It was a figure fit for breeding, despite her obvious youth and, on further sniffs at her milky skin; the stench of purity. Kakarot needed little more convincing, as he tore the blue and orange 'gi' in one clean motion from the woman's body. He would conquer her flesh first, and then decide what to do with her after.
The first ravaging had been the usual feeding of male ego, as the woman had resisted the base carnal desires to answer the instinctual attraction with the need to copulate. The man was so primal and savage; dropping her to her hands and knees and taking his position behind her. There was no romance; no carefree foreplay, no even a mouth to mouth kiss. Oh he prepared both her and himself for the main event, but with rough hands and heated kisses, even rugged biting against what he soon discovered was thinner skin compared to his own. Had it been a more civilised woman, perhaps the experience would've been far different. But this woman had been raised away from the human settlements, with only old books as her guide to the rest of humanity. There was no television in her house, no radio or form of any communication, save for the archaic word of mouth and ink. She barely even knew about the 'birds and the bees,' but her father had made it clear that children came from marriage. So the natural reaction of her body, when this male made his physical advances over her, boggled her mind entirely. His own experience was of course limited to nature alone, so fumbling hands explored her every curve with innocent and rushed intrigue. Soon, she'd wrestled into a position that allowed her the same, intimate exploration, with her wide eyes, gasping breaths and gaping pout. It wasn't long until the sheer weight and pain of his engorged masculinity, begged a release. After rolling her back onto her stomach, and lifting her hips, the Saiyan plunged inside the territory of an entirely untouched region. After a startled reaction, animal instincts forced an accepting reaction from the woman's hips, as she lost herself completely to the power of male dominance. For a moment, Kakarot forgot he was on Earth, or that the submitting human beneath him, was just a human…
Afterwards, the sore woman had even curled up against her man, as he recovered from his drained assault over her. Nips and red marks covered her other-wise perfect, moist skin, but she wanted to be close to this rather strange male. Too close.
"I'm Chi-Chi," she announced herself more formerly, as she tried to lay herself over his heaving chest. "What's your name?"
He'd responded with a harsh, denying shove, allowing him the space to re-find his feet, and hastily dress. Without a single word, the poor woman was left to clean up the mess his arrival had created. Yet it would not be the last time she saw him. By sunset, the red sky illuminated his return. The woman had asked where he'd been, and why he stunk of burnt rubber. But he'd taken her again without a word, and demanded food afterwards. When she'd yelled and ranted about his lack of manners, he'd left again, to hunt down the meal she would later cook. And so, the cycle continued, until the day her 'Knight in Shinning Armour,' rescued her from her lonely tower altogether, onto a cold ship of humming and blinking lights…
Kakarot opened his eyes with the heaving of a heavier breath. He could still smell the woman's faint and unique scent of sea water and luscious pine trees, as if she lay there with him on the large bed. But no, he was swiftly reminded of his real location, and the aroused swelling of his manhood that had not felt her touch in far too long. He had been young and stupid, losing himself to raging hormones and the willingness of the human female to allow his exploits over her without too much resistance. He'd never even admitted to her that she had been his first, despite knowing that they'd shared the experience together. When he discovered she was with child after only several repeated performances, he'd found himself bonding with the woman that would now bring his first child into the world. That had all occurred in space, in a ship similar to the one he now inhabited. Part of him wished he could've gone back in time, and reversed his decision to take her back to Vegetasei. The moment their Halfling son was born with an extremely high power level, was the moment everything changed. The mother had barely even held her baby, when the boy was torn from her cradling arms, and placed under the highly secured supervision of the curious King. Regarding humans as weak and pathetic, the Halfling would receive a completely Saiyan upbringing, without the influence of human interactions. The boy's potential would be tested, and the woman was banished from the city, to the outskirts of barren deserts and lonely dunes that stretched for miles and miles across a near-empty wasteland. Kakarot commuted back and forth as often as he could, bringing stories of the son she was forbidden to ever see again. Much to her distress, as soon as the boy was old enough to understand, he was told of his deceased mother and her completely human genes, and the burden this played on his future. It destroyed Kakarot to break the false news to his son, while he had the luxury of continuing to see his one and only mate. As Gohan grew, he merely assumed the consistent female scent on his father, was just a whore he secretly favoured. He'd even joked about 'trying not to leave so much evidence of his aloof personal life in future.' This pained Kakarot even further; to know that his son would be so close, and yet always so far from the truth.
Though he knew his next actions would be dangerous, Kakarot could no longer let rational thinking overwrite his strong willpower. The co-ordinates were typed into his personal communications computer, and the connection searched for the other user to accept the call. The dead-tone rang for an eternity of anxiety and worry, until a female voice answered in a hushed voice.
"Goku?"
His lips twitched as she called him by the pet-name. Apparently an ancient and legendary Earth hero had bore the name, and for some reason, his woman had deemed it appropriate enough for him. "You'll always be my hero," she'd affectionately once told him. At last, the screen connected with the visual signal, and her face wavered into view. Age and worrying had worn her down, but at thirty-five, she still had her thick, entirely black-onyx hair gathered into a simple bun behind her, along with the clear complexion of a woman in her prime years. Kakarot's stomach gave a sharp twist, and he leaned closer to the screen, as if that alone would bring him closer to her.
"Chi-Chi," he uttered, then swallowed harshly against his prominent Adam's apple. "I though you'd never answer." She frowned of course, as she often did, and heaved a sigh of her own.
"Goku," she started in her lightly scolding tone. "Is everything all right?"
"Everything is fine. I just…I needed to hear your voice." She could hardly remain angry with him for that, so behind the light scolding, her voice took a rare, softer edge.
"Oh Goku…. I told you before, we just can't do this anymore. It's far too dangerous, especially after the last time! Oh Kame… You shouldn't be risking us both like this! I couldn't bare it if something happened. Not after all we've been through."
"I know. But hell… it's worth it." His ragged breath caught her by surprise, and she rested a hand over her heart at his touching words.
"What am I going to do with you?" He of course, had several ideas, of what they could do to each other, which created a sly grin to spread over his lips. She caught the lust on his face, and chastised him appropriately. "Goku!" Though it could hardly stop the light flush from reaching her own, celibate cheeks.
"I want you," he hoarsely replied, nails digging into the flesh over his thighs. "I don't know how much longer I can -"
He trailed off to the sound of his own door sliding open, though he was certain he'd locked it. Hadn't he? With the quick snap of his head to meet the intruder face-to-face, he barely heard the questioning of his worried mate. Noticing the continued disruption, ChiChi made a very hasty retreat, though not before uttering the words she'd been longing to tell him again.
"I… I love you."
It took a great deal of restraint to stop himself from blasting the intruder to oblivion, as she sauntered into the room while the image of his mate abruptly snapped into a blank abyss. Instead, Kakarot growled with the great depth of his pent-up frustrations, clutching his fists while wild eyes watched the approaching woman.
"How touching," she mocked, having to quickly lean to the side as the very same monitor screen hurled towards her. The sound of its' crash against the far wall, seemed to be the catalyst that brought further chuckles under her sultry breaths. "Oh dear, my deepest apologies! Was I interrupting?"
"What is it now Kari?" Kakarot barked in almost a rhetorical tone, wanting very much to wring the woman's neck with his bare hands. How she'd let herself into his room was disturbing him enough, without her now filling it with the stench of his own brother on her skin. It was beyond revolting, and he was in no physical or emotional state to deal with her games.
"You should be thanking me," she announced. "Were it not for me, your precious mate, would -"
"I get your point," he barked again. "Now speak your purpose, and be out of my sight."
"Well…" she paused until she was standing directly in front of him. A simple wrinkle of her nose confirmed her suspicions regarding his most unwise actions against her. "While you punish yourself with more of this foolish abstinence, you also failed to realise that we're almost approaching Gelidus." She folded her arms, taking on an altogether more serious approach and physicality. "You've had your time to make the decision. It's time to make the call."
Since she'd revealed her true plans for his son and the Earthling, Kakarot had been torn over the technicalities of his own loyalty. Kari was not to be trusted anymore, but the secrets she withheld, and the blackmail they contained, had driven him to demand what became three days to decide. The human did not concern him, nor did his own safety; this was merely for the benefit of his one and only son. So the fate changing answer, was actually rather simple.
"Do it."
Kari grinned, licking her rather swollen lips with the flick of her pink tongue. Reaching out, she even rather bravely and affectionately ruffled the thick, matted spikes of Kakarot's black hair.
"I knew you were smarter than you looked… You won't regret this, Goku."
But, as she sauntered back out of his room just as quickly as she'd arrived, Kakarot had the deepest feeling in his gut, that somehow, very soon, he would…
To be Continued…