~Hi! I'm Kurozuki Gochi (Gochi actually means treat, goodies, feast in Japanese, that's why I chose it!) I'm new to publishing on , but I've read tons of stories! I've always thought Goku and Chichi were a great couple, just misunderstood or misinterpreted. I've read lots of fanfics on them that have been good, but there's not many, so I thought I'd add my own creations of their many encounters and shenanigans here, to share with many others who appreciate stories, Dragon Ball, the couple themselves, and such. As a disclaimer I must say, I DO NOT OWN Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z, Dragon Ball Gt, or Dragon Ball Super. The story, characters and more are the creation of Akira Toriyama, as well as own by him, FUNimation, Toei Animation, and Shueisha. So as a note, I don't own them, I'm just a great fan, who loves drawing and writing about them! ~
Jetting through a canvas of peaceful blue tranquility, the clouds welcomed the presence like an open hug, enveloping around the Amarillo cotton cloud that passed with ease. Its cargo held still, not even wavering as it twisted and barreled through white tunnels and weaving through caverns of rocky towers protruding from the sea. A white veil flying freely with a train of snowy silk flowed openly behind the vessel as it neared a beautiful landscape of tall dark maple and pine, hiding small families of creatures that looked onward, to the gleaming sky-bound travelers.
Slowly, the golden cloud settled just a few feet above the ground, hovering near a nice, homey abode that rested in the center of a tall mountain. Stepping off the fluffy yellow craft, the world's greatest champion offered his hand, pulling his new bride into his grasp, lifting her to carry through the threshold of their pristine, new home. She clung to his neck, like holding onto a grand prize, wearing an excited smile, eyes beaming with a warm happiness, a look he hadn't seen portrayed towards him before. His friends had joked that she looked at him the same way he looked at food and fighting, but at this moment, even all of those things seemed distant, as the one thing he wanted to do was make sure she was happy. Keep her happy, he knew that was his one job for the day. "Make sure my little girl is happy today Goku. She's talked about this day for years, and kept her heart filled with dreams that you'd be her one true love. Please son, let my baby girl's dream happen today. I know you're the best for my girl, I have faith in you." He remembered the Ox-King whispering to him, away from the bride and her flock of happy companions.
This evening, would all be what she wanted. He knew he was silly, even a buffoon at times, speaking before thinking, and acting without regard towards repercussions, strutting about nakedly, not considering that it might just be a little bit inappropriate. He always was a free spirit, he didn't think about things like that, he just did what he felt like doing, when he wanted to. But from their encounter at the tournament, he knew she was different, even a little more special than he had originally began to think. She had a flare about her that just seemed to scream at his senses. Maybe it was persistence, or the drive to prove herself as a strong fighter. Perhaps it was the headstrong personality, with the combination of her warm heart and reflexes to strike him where he stood. A lot of people had tried to fight him, even other girls, but never with such drive and purpose. Even when she didn't stand a chance, she still kept going, up till being blown off stage, accepting defeat like a real, good spirited warrior. She truly was someone he didn't mind spending a lifetime with, even when his best friend tried to convince him he was just crazy. He was dead set, and already clear about his decision. After discovering her name, her real identity, it seemed to click everything together nicely. His heart agreed with his gut, and said she was a keeper, regardless of the iffy feel he got from going out of his comfort zone and proposing to this almost-stranger who held onto him like a giddy, squealing leech, in front of hundreds of people. Affection, especially public displays weren't things he was used to, and quite frankly, he wasn't sure if he really liked it, but she didn't seem to stop, and he wasn't going to force her, since not only was she scary when she yelled, it sort of hurt to see her sad, a weird hurt, it was hard to explain.
Over the threshold of the door, the two crossed, an almost flawless entry, though losing a shoe to the close doorway shaved off a few graceful points in the picture-perfect setting. The two grinned and were caught in laughter as she was set on her feet, slipping her foot out of the heel that still remained on. She looked up to him, her hands folded at her chest, "Thank you." She smiled, small tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "For what?" Goku asked her, staring down at her sad, yet happy face, it was truly a confusing expression to him. "For being great. Saving the world. Marrying me. Making my dreams come true." She wept happily as she wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his blazer quickly, almost taking his breath with the sudden grip. Snapping out of his slight surprise, he hugged her back, remembering to make sure she didn't get sad. "Don't thank me Chichi." He lifted her head to his, nudging her chin with his fingers so she could see his eyes. "I just want to make you happy." He smiled, grinning as she leapt up and planted a gentle kiss on his lips. "I'm very happy, Goku!" She said gleefully. She held his head to her neck, resting her chin on the top of his hair, nestling him, not wanting to let go of her dream-come-true.
The inside was set up just like she had imagined. Having hand-picked all of the interior items from a catalogue, their home was simple and filled with just what she had always wanted. A stocked kitchen, a strong table for the larger meals, plenty of chairs for the children that would share stories about school and games they'd play with their father as they ate supper. She envisioned a happy family, with educated, skilled, successful babies, and a loving husband, set to do everything he could for her and their offspring. "Look Goku, Daddy stocked the pantry with all sorts of foods just for you!" She exclaimed, pulling Goku over to see the large amounts of food bought just for him. He let out a chuckle as he stretched to scratch his head out of habit, "Oh, Gee, he sure did get a lot!" He leaned in, hearing their voices echo in the long hall. It was a well-hidden cubby in the walls of their home, that even the best, gifted burglar wouldn't be successful in finding. After touring the kitchen, and skipping through the living space, she directed him towards their personal space, where he remembered his friends muttering something about, "A Married peoples' paradise?" It was a bedroom though. He wasn't sure what made it paradise, maybe a good night's rest; sleep could be paradise to anyone if they were pooped after a good training session.
After viewing the large room, equip with a large queen-sized bed, a dresser on both sides, and a chest at the end, horizontal from her vanity, he rested, finding his comfy spot atop the soft blankets of their mattress. She had told him to sit down, that she'd be back with a surprise. He wasn't sure what she was up to, but he hoped it was cake, or something sweet. Only getting a small sliver of the dessert they shared at the reception, just didn't hit the spot, and his poor stomach was alerting him of the insufficient amount he had consumed. He sat up from his slumped, bored posture as he felt footsteps heading towards the door. Gulping, with an odd tickle in the back of his throat, he stared at the door as it swayed open, revealing a plate of strawberries and cupcakes, held by a blushing Chichi. Heat began to trickle from his chest to his face as he laid eyes on her, what was going on with his head? She slowly stepped through the doorway towards him, no longer sporting a pretty, sentimental snow-white wedding dress, but now a violet, silk gown with black lace lining the tops and trim at the bottom, one that even she was a little skeptical about at first, because it's length was a little more, showy, than she'd like it to be. "I thought you'd be hungry, since you didn't get to eat much at the reception. Is this okay?" She asked, as if she had read his mind, a shy smile painted across her lips as she stood in front of him with the plate resting in her hands.
Sitting still, odd thoughts and feelings ran through Goku's head. All his stomach and head screamed for were the foods she offered, but he knew she had to have changed into the gown-thing for a reason. Maybe she was hot? He wasn't for sure, but he felt strange, an aching in his heart he couldn't describe, not a hurt, or pain, but a yearning. He wanted to reach out and hold her, touch her, feel, not even concerning himself with the fruit or pastries as he would normally. Before he could think, he was doing just that, his arms wrapped themselves around her waist and pulled her to his sitting form at the end of the bed. His heavy-in-thought expression transitioned into a grin as she giggled and blushed more than he was. Picking up a cupcake, she lowered it to his lips, gently nudging him to take a bite, she knew her husband's stomach well, and felt its rumbles through his suit, oblivious to his body's own noises. "I don't know if I'm really hungry, Chichi." Goku mumbled as he looked up to his wife, nibbling the cake in one swift bite, contradicting his own doubt. "You seem hungry to me. You sound like it too." Chichi laughed as she sat on his bent leg, his right arm caressed her back, making sure she wouldn't fall. She smiled happily as he looked at her in a way he hadn't before. He had never really looked at people as beautiful, pretty, handsome or attractive, because he hadn't understood what it meant, but he was seeing her differently. Before, there was no example of true beauty to him, but as he gazed up at her, he was realizing, that maybe, she was the definition itself. Beauty, something that makes people feel happy, or an intense longing or satisfaction, something that can be triggered in the mind, heart or senses from someone meaningful, a sight, color, sound or shape. Kami had explained this once when he was younger, training under him at the Lookout, as they rested after an intense session, they peered at the mountains, overlooking the bountiful lakes and forest. He had said, that beauty, is where ever your heart longs to be, where you feel happiness, peace and a real connection. Someone, or something, that makes you feel things differently, unlike with others, feelings that make you want to be with them more, in different ways. It was making sense, looking at her, she deeply cared for him, she understood him, even knew how he was feeling when he was oblivious to it. The way she shined, the softness that glowed around her, radiated this invisible warmth that made him just want to continue looking, peering at all the edges, all the traces that led to her smile.
Emotions weren't a strong suit Goku ever really could grasp, but something bubbling in his gut notified him, that there was a possibility that he was beginning to grasp at least one. Within an instant his supporting hand shot up, pulling her face to his, where he stared into her eyes, and did what he thought she called a kiss. It was almost feverish, he could feel her cheeks heating up again, dropping the plate on the bed as she draped her arm down his shoulder. The alluring taste that slipped to his tongue from her lips was a strong hint of strawberry. She had indeed enjoyed a strawberry before entering the bedroom, and he was tasting it and everything else about her. Breaking for a breath, he peered at her. Not giving a second to wait, she pressed her lips back to his, welcoming the embrace of the moment they could share an interlocking forever-lasting memory. He wrapped his arms around her and fell backwards onto the comforter, pulling her down with him. At this moment, he was following instincts, the feelings in his gut, telling him what he needed to do, what he felt she was waiting for. It was foreign, this sensation was new, but he liked it, especially since it was because of her, that he was feeling the way he was.
*It's not finished, it's the beginning of chapter 1. So let me know what you think in the reviews :) I'm still getting used to this! Hope you enjoyed it!*