*Hi there again! It's me, Kurozuki Gochi! This is the second chapter to my little rendition of our two favorite couple's first night. It's a little shorter than the first right now, but I intend to either lengthen it, or carry on, proceeding in the very anticipated events in the next chapter. :) I hope you enjoy! If possible, please leave a review, but please, be respectful. ^^ Thank you in advance!*

*Ooooh and...As a disclaimer I must say, like before: 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*

**Hiiii Update! 12/4/17! I haven't forgotten the story for anyone who is actually reading this. Things have suddenly exploded at once, so life happened. Heh. Chapter 3 and 4 will be up at once when I get it up. I'm aiming to have it here in roughly 2-2 1/2 weeks! **

Chapter 2:

Dread and Assurance

The ceiling fan spun rampant, it's blades dancing wildly above the room, centered like a twisting sun in the sky. Although, the sun itself was out, since the switch had never been flipped. The air thrown from it gave little relief to the dense thickness that filled the atmosphere within the dark. On this quiet night, a bond strengthened through the connection of two intertwined souls, the introduction into a new experience, both filled with pulsing heat and lusting hearts. It was not a yearning to have anyone, but to have that one spirit, the true mate that synced so perfectly to every thought, vibe and rhythm acted out by the other. Even with the air, as hot as the winding valley inside of the volcano that rested in Mount Kiwi, the two stared in silence, not knowing that the kiss had sparked a fire within, begging for enlightenment. It's funny, how one, so disconnected from deep common relations, could feel the longing of his wife's heart creeping up on him. He wasn't sure if he needed to do the kiss thing again, or if she was waiting for him to do more, something that his entire being shook, seared to his bones to do, but his mind worried, hesitant about the pain that could come so closely, if she happened to be frailer in the sensitive position.

Though naive as a kid, and still, well close to the same, but not as bad, he at least understood a few things as he had grown. As a twelve-year-old, those pervy things Roshi skimmed through, seemed like nothing more than some weird form of entertainment he just didn't understand. But now, looking back at the things he saw, realization struck, and another blush crossed his cheeks. Some of the things on those pages, were things he was realizing were real, real actions made by two people, possibly like by his wife and himself, just as his mentor had informed him about. It was another thing taught to him as he lived with Kami and Popo up on the Lookout. They made sure to teach him at least a few things, seeming as he reached a more mature mindset, it was easier to grasp, unlike his smaller self. They tried educating him, telling that sometimes two people care about one another, and show their admiration in different ways, and some of the ways, just happened to be the same things he remembered from those books from their explanations. Kami did his best to teach Goku what he could, to somehow prep him for life as a civilian, so he wouldn't run around, at least getting caught in things that would be less easy to get out of as an adult male. (Running around naked, tapping people on the crouch, and all that good stuff.) But there was the pain. In his lesson, one thing Kami made sure to get across, was if he chose to lay with a girl, and she had also never experienced the act, that she could hurt, possibly even bleed, it was normal, but it varied from person to person. Some took it well, and were fine within minutes, but others, not so much. The guardian wanted to be certain he knew this, so he wouldn't panic if and when it happened. He knew she'd hurt, and that bothered him, more than he wanted to admit. He didn't prefer to hurt her, especially when she wouldn't have a way to protect herself, keep it from being so bad. The thought held him back, as he froze for a moment, still laying on his side facing towards her.

They had laid there, staring at one another for what seemed like an eternity, which only could've been minutes. The sun had set, earlier than expected, but the night was still young, and so was the tension that filled the air. Chichi's eyes fluttered, but she didn't lose her focus, her pulse thumping a little more than usual at the thought that she had finally found herself, in the arms and matrimony of her long-awaited prince; the one who rescued her from her reoccurring dreams, nightmares where he'd never appear, never capture her smile with his lips or look at her like he was at that very moment. Even through the darkness, she could see the onyx stones that gazed upon her, analyzing her outline, remembering every detail about her face, from her eyes to the lines at the corner of her mouth when she grinned sheepishly.

She could see that his warm smiled faded into a worrisome, concerned curve, his brows seeming as though some heavy thought was weighing them down greatly. Lifting her arm, her palm rested on his cheek facing towards the ceiling. "What's wrong Goku?" She questioned him, concerned that he was hurting, sick or worse, suddenly doubting his situation. An uneasy quiver traveled up her spine at the thought, but she couldn't quickly jump to such silly thoughts, not until she had an answer of some kind. At first, he just gave a strained grunt, almost hum, as if his voice was trapped in his throat, and he couldn't get the words to travel out of his mouth. Her thumb slid across his temple, a loving motion to assure him she was there, she was listening. "I'm just..." He managed to get out, his voice uncontrollably filled with a hint of fear, with a slight shakiness. "You're just?" She cocked her head to the side, pulling one of his moves, confused at his lack of a voice all of the sudden. "I'm worried." He mumbled, his eyes falling to stare at the blanket beneath them. Never had he been this worried, so much so that he'd vocalize it. Never had she thought, she'd see a side of him so, worrisome, almost remorseful or guilty. For a moment, he wished he didn't know about the possible result of their contact, just so he wouldn't keep her waiting. He'd kept her waiting for so long already, and she was a girl you didn't have wait forever, unless you wanted an ear-full or that broken, sad look in her eyes. Truthfully, he just wanted to know what it was like, as did she. "Oh Goku, why are you worried? Everything is fine. It's all okay dear." She smiled warmly, sending that familiar trail of butterflies to soar from his stomach to his head, making him feel that, once unsettling burn on his face. "I know, it's just," He paused, his teeth clenched in embarrassment, chattering just a bit, the blush was a dead giveaway, bright enough to even see in the dark. "I-I don't want to hurt you." He stuttered. "Hurt?" She seemed dazed for a moment, did he think they were going to fight, or, "You know." He muttered, looking down through the corner of his eye, avoiding the eye contact where he'd catch a glimpse of the anticipated reaction he'd receive, a befuddled drop of his wife's jaw. Chichi was caught by that statement, realizing he had been thinking about that and worrying she would suffer because of him. She leaned in to kiss him, but spoke over his lips, "We'll take it slow." She pecked his lips, letting the strawberry scent linger, "It'll be okay. I'm tough." She spoke, leaving a feathery kiss on his lips, traveling from there, to the junction where his jawline met his ear and down his neck to his collarbone. He felt the concern float away, like a feather in the wind, as goosebumps prickled under his sleeves, her assurance and confidence exciting him out of his rut quickly. Quickly, the radiant grin that once perched upon his lips had returned as he sat up, nearly headbutting her, but missing by the fraction of a hair. He reached forward, startling her for a second, she squeaked, as he continued hugging her tightly. "Alright Chichi." He acknowledged almost in a soft, hushing tone, smiling brightly. Her Goku was back to himself, hugging without remembering his strength, she smoothed her hand over his hair in petting motions. He pushed back, his hands on her shoulders, "What do you want me to do? I'm all yours."

*Alrighty, that's Chapter 2. I know it's short. Hehe, sorry about that! I wanted to build up the connection before I came to the important part of the story. There's not too many Goku-Chichi stories I've found that don't involve down right, uuuh, bad stuff. I'm a fan of a good lemon, as long as it's not, eh, too much, if you catch my drift. Speaking of, that's something to look forward to. ^^ Remember to review if you don't mind and enjoyed the first two chapters! If you don't feel like reviewing, that's fine too! Thank you!*