A/N: FINALLY! Wow, I never realized how much time school takes out from your schedule. If you were hoping for the Goku and Vegeta chat in this chapter... Well, I'm sorry. This is more of a set up chapter, if anything. I pretty much set the stage in this chapter. Everything I plan on doing further down the road in this story branches from this chapter in one way or another. It's a pretty meaty chapter. There's a lot that goes on, and hopefully it's somewhat enjoyable. Every story I feel needs a chapter like this.

Hopefully you know what I mean when I put the text like this :3

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z, or anything that has anything to do with it. I make no money from the publication of this story, as it is for entertainment purposes only.

Enjoy!

Chapter III

"Alright, boys!" Gohan settled himself back down on the earth. His hair lost it's golden color, and his eyes released their bonds on their turquoise hue. He placed his hands on his hips, and stared down at the two young boys before him. "I'm afraid training is over for today." A groan from each boy was heard. They, too, had reverted back to their normal forms, yet within seconds, had returned to their previous forms.

"But, Gohan..!" begged the older one. "I was just about to beat the crap out of Goten!"

"No you weren't, Trunks! You know I was going to win!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Ya-huh!"

The bickering between the two young boys seemed to last for hours. Gohan crossed his arms over his chest with a heavy sigh. These boys just never wanted to stop training. They were like bottomless pits of energy! For Goten, it was energy and food! His large Saiyan appetite had kicked in at a much younger age than it did for Gohan. It could be that Goten was an exact replica of his father, in pretty much every way possible. Who knew, honestly. Gohan looked over at the boys too see them punching, kicking and grabbing each other. He walked over to them, and pulled them both up by the backs of their attire.

"Really, boys. You know I'd love to train longer with you!" Gohan was somewhat lying. He liked some time to himself. It was only natural.

"Then why can't you, nii-chan?" Goten's mouth fell into a frown. He loved spending time with his older brother. Before Goku returned, Gohan had pretty much been a surrogate father to his younger sibling. He taught Goten much about fighting when he could. Chichi helped him with the other half.

"Well, you see..."

"I bet he has to meet up with Videl!"

The two siblings turned toward the normally lavender-haired boy. Heat rose to Gohan's face. "Nii-chan, is that true?" Gohan set both boys down and turned away from them. He couldn't tell them that. He would never hear the end of it from Goten! "Nii-chan..?" The boy was tugging on the side of Gohan's pants, waiting almost desperately for an answer. An idea then popped into Gohan's head.

"No, it isn't true, Goten." He leaned down to plant a soft kiss on his younger brother's forehead. Goten winced at the kiss, then smiled. "Trunks just thinks he knows everything." Trunks crossed his arms over his chest and grunted.

"Then why can't you train with us for a bit more?"

"Beca~ause...Mister Piccolo is back in town!" Both boys turned to Gohan in shock.

"Meh-Mister Piccolo?!" they shouted in unison. Gohan nodded and extended his arms.

"Yep! Indeed, indeed! And he requested to train. With me. Alone." Both boys turned to each other and smirked.

"I think that's a lie, Gohan." Trunks spit on the floor. Goten nodded his head in agreement with his older friend.

"What makes you say that, Trunks?" Gohan asked. He was pretty sure he knew what the boy was going to say next. It was definitely something about not being able to recognize Piccolo's power level within the area.

"Neither Goten, nor I, sense Piccolo around here." Trunks wore his father's face, a face that brimmed with so much confidence, a face that screamed out "Got ya, mother fucker!" Foolish child.

"Well, when I said that he's back in town..." Gohan's arms retreated back to his sides. "I didn't mean it literally. He's actually on the outskirts of town."

"Isn't that where we are, Nii-chan?" Goten asked, innocently. Trunks nodded his head in agreement, his heritage still shining brightly on his features.

"Indeed, we are," Gohan confirmed. "Yet, we're on the wrong side. Mr. Piccolo is all the way on the other side of town."

"O~h!" said both youngsters. It made sense as to why they couldn't sense Piccolo's ki. Their senses weren't as strong as Gohan's were due to their age. Trunks still felt as if some of this was a lie, but he let it go. He nudged Goten on the shoulder.

"Hey, wanna come by my place and clean up? My mom's having this party, so they'll probably be a crap ton of food!" Goten's eyes lit up at his friend's suggestion. All Trunks really had to say was something about food, and Goten was automatically in. He nodded his head frantically. "Anything for food, you dummy." Trunks took to the sky, and Goten soon followed after.

"Hey, Gohan? Mind telling mom I'm going over to Trunks' house?" Gohan nodded to his younger sibling. "Thanks! I'll be home later!" He smiled as the two young boys flew off, and sighed heavily once they were out of sight. He reached over his shoulder to pat himself on the back, then took to the sky. He had to be quick. Videl would be showing up soon.

~*~*~*~

Vegeta fumbled with his cell phone once more, and read the time. It read three fifty-five. He sneered at the device and placed it back into his pocket. He was only about half-way done with his trip. Suddenly he sensed two powerful ki's approaching, yet not as strong as his own. Vegeta recognized one as his son, yet he couldn't quite place the other one. He looked ahead of him to see two figures coming up fast, one of them was waving their hands frantically in Vegeta's direction. He took note of the young male's hair, and automatically knew that it was Kakarot's youngest boy.

"Hi, Mister Vegeta!" screamed Goten. Trunks smiled as the two of them approached his father. Vegeta had stopped to wait for the two younger boys to reach him. From what his eyes could see, they looked a bit beat up. Well, Goten did. Trunks had but a slight rip in his attire, on his pant leg.

"Hmph." Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest once the two young males reached him. "You look a bit worn, boy." He nodded in Goten's direction, and Goten snaked a hand behind his dark spikes. "Don't tell me Trunks beat you up again." Trunks gave a chuckle, and Goten rubbed the back of his head.

"Yeah, Trunks and I got a bit carried away today. My brother said it was ok, though. The more you get beat up, the stronger you become!" Goten's eyes went up to the sky. "Though, I don't see how that makes sense." He heard Vegeta snicker, and saw his hand reach out to pat the young boy on the head.

"You'll understand when you're older." Trunks looked to his friend and sighed. His father always did this. It was as if he pitied Goten for some reason. He always gave Goten all the attention when they were together. Vegeta moved back to see the annoyance on his son's face. "So," he began, now placing his hand on his son's head. Trunks smiled under his touch. "Where are you two going?"

"To your house," Goten said, innocently. "I don't think anyone's home at my house. Besides my mom. Besides, Trunks said you have a lot of food at your house, and man! Am I starving!" He rubbed his stomach in a circular motion. Trunks rolled his eyes.

"Well, just be sure you have a high tolerance for the female gender." He muttered under his breath. "I sure as hell do not." Trunks' ears twitched at his father's subtle words, and a smirk came to his lips.

"I think we should go, Goten. The food'll get cold."

"Oh, right, right! I don't like cold food." Goten frowned, and waved at Vegeta before taking off. Trunks took a final look at his father before chasing after his friend. Vegeta sighed.

"Hmm. Just like his father, that little one is." His shrugged his shoulders, and continued on his way.

~*~*~*~

"Ahh...Goku...please, stop..!"

"I can't...You said it yourself, about how much I need this..."

"Mmm, oh Kami, Goku..!"

Chichi tossed and turned on the couch. She'd fallen asleep again. And it just so happened to be a very deep sleep. She moaned aloud, letting the images of her and Goku play through her mind. Her back arched off of the couch as she took a sharp breath. Even in her dream state, everything felt so real. Each one of "his" touches sent her to new heights. Chichi felt her core becoming more heated with each and every "touch."

His lips swept over her collarbone. He grazed it with his teeth slightly, only to suck hardly on it. Goku kissed the bruise and continued on his decent, raising his head to stare into his wife's eyes. His eyes were filled with a deep hunger, a sort of feral lust. A hand raised to fondle Chichi's breast. His fingers surrounded her nipple, which was now perk thanks to the hickey he had just marked her with. He rubbed his fingers against it as he kissed down the middle on her chest.

Goku was rushing about the house, trying to get things done the last second before he left. A toothbrush hung from his mouth and only one boot was on his foot. He couldn't find the other no matter where he looked. A hand raised to his hair to scratch as he tried to remember where it could possibly be. Goku returned to the bathroom to finish brushing his teeth. His spit the toothpaste's foam into the sink and filled a cup with water, bringing it to his lips. He then spit the water out, and bared his teeth at the mirror. Satisfied, Goku set out to search for the M.I.A. boot. His ears caught soft moans and grunts coming from the living room, yet they didn't register in his mind. He was way too preoccupied with the whole missing boot incident.

"Goku...please..."

His tongue dipped into her naval. He nipped and kissed at it while bringing his hands down to straddle Chichi's sides. "Please, what?" he asked. Goku's voice was low and husky as he spoke into her stomach. Chichi could feel the vibrations of his voice throughout her body, making her even more heated. His tongue shot out to trail further down towards her core. Goku took a deep breath through his nose, and exhaled hard. "My, Chichi...You smell absolutely delicious..." His tongue licked the bottom of her panties, causing Chichi to let out a loud moan. She instinctively covered her mouth with a hand, and continued moaning into it. She bit down on her hand as Goku nibbled on her clitoris, his hands now straddling her thighs.

"Dammit!" Goku cursed. "I still can't find the darn thing!" He held onto the side of the doorway and slammed his head against it a few times. Possibly Chichi would know? Yeah, she should. Chichi usually set Goku's uniforms up and what not while he showered in the morning. Just where was she? He paced quickly throughout the house, poking his head into various rooms. His ears caught the faint sound of groans coming from the living room. He smiled. "She really does love those soap operas, eh?"

Goku walked toward the living room. "Cheech!"

Chichi's back arched off of the couch once more at the sound of her name being called. She quietly moaned his name.

"Cheech?"

Another moan slipped past her lips. Goku entered the living room to see his wife laying straight across the couch. The television was shut off, and a painful expression was present on her features, accompanied by a faint blush. Fearing something was wrong, Goku rushed to her side. "Chichi?" Her expression only tightened at the sound of her name. "Chichi!" Goku grabbed his wife by the shoulders. She cried his name out loud, the expression finally loosening. Yet, the color on her face had deepened. Her chest heaved, and a sweet scent now filled Goku's nostrils. He shook it off, and tried his hand at rousing his wife once more. "Cheech, wake up..."

"Mmm..." Chichi stirred, and looked up at the man through half-lidded eyes. "Goku..?" Pain was reeking havoc on Goku's heart as he stared into his wife's eyes. They were so filled with lust, so filled with need. He felt his pulse in his ears. His blood was racing wildly throughout his being, yet it all seemed to be heading downward. Chichi's scent flooded his nostrils, and his ears began to ring. He had to have her. The beast had won.

"Goku?" Chichi slapped her husband lightly on the cheek, breaking his train of thought. He blinked a few times and shook his head. He then smiled his trademark goofy smile, and rubbed the back of his head. Chichi was...more than confused.

"Heh, sorry about that, Cheech. It's just that you..." The scent filled his nostrils again. He had to get away from her.

"That I what, Goku?" Chichi cupped his face him her hands and brought it to her own. She kissed him lightly on the lips, and ran her hands through his hair.

"Well..." His senses then caught a strong ki approaching, and he recognized it as his eldest son's: Gohan. He had to make this brief. Hopefully Gohan wouldn't be affected by her scent as much as he was. "Uh, never mind that!" Goku smiled again. "Uh, I'm going out with Vegeta for a little bit." He planted a kiss on her nose. "And Gohan's coming home." She smiled.

"Which probably means Videl is coming over, hmm?" Chichi chuckled and sat up. She stretched out, Goku's eyes following every single movement. Each and every flex of her muscles, how her breasts rose and fell with her breathing. He really needed to get out of here. And quick. "Well, ok, then. If you're going out with Vegeta, I guess I'll take a ride over to Capsule Corp. I wouldn't want to catch our son doing anything dirty with his girlfriend..." Goku smiled at the thought, then stood up. He had almost forgot the entire reason he had gone and bothered Chichi in the first place.

"Oh, uh, hun? Do you know-"

"Where your other boot is?" Chichi pointed toward Goku's feet. Goku laughed and nodded his head. "It's under the bed, dumb dumb." She laughed as she made her way to the bathroom. "Have fun, darling," she called out. "Don't let Vegeta hit you too hard!"

Goku frowned, and dashed into the bedroom. He got down and all fours, and sure enough, the boot was there. Under the bed. He still had no idea how it could have possibly gotten there, but that was the least of his concerns right now. Goku laced up, knocked on the bathroom as he passed, and headed out the front door. He could sense that Vegeta was close, but not as close as Gohan. In fact, Gohan appeared right before his eyes. Goku smiled and opened his arms widely for his eldest son. Gohan smiled back, and leaned into his father's embrace.

"So, Videl's coming, huh?" Goku wasted no time cutting to the chase, and he felt Gohan tense under him. A laugh roused from his throat, and he gave Gohan a slight pat on the back. "Hey, no worries!" His signaled for Gohan to come closer. "Your mother is going to Bulma's so there's nothing to worry about." Gohan pulled back, face aflame, only to be greeted with a wink from his father.

"D-dad..! You know I'm not like that..!" Goku laughed once more.

"I'm just playing with ya, son! I know your heart is as pure as mine is. You wouldn't be able to fly the Nimbus if it wasn't!" Gohan chuckled and looked toward the house. "Well, I gotta get going. I promised Vegeta I would meet him soon."

"O-oh. Vegeta? I thought I sensed him on my way here. You guys are sparring? This late in the day?"

"Haha, as if! There's just some things I need to go over with him." Goku stretched.

"Ah, I see. Well, I guess I better go face the music." He walked past his father. "I know mom'll have something to say about Videl coming by." Goku chuckled slightly and nodded. Both men waved to one another, and Goku took to the sky. He eyed the woods carefully, trying to find an ideal spot.

"Somewhere that's open...yet, one that has a lot of firewood potential..." He found what he was looking for, and descended. Now, all that was left was Vegeta. Where was he, anyway? Goku shrugged at the thought, and proceeded to collect his firewood. He knew Vegeta to be reliable. If Vegeta agrees to something, he does it. "He'll get here when he gets here, I guess."

A/N: Oolalaaaa~ Haha, yeah. I gave you guys a little preview of what's to come. I know, it was horrible. I'll admit, I suck at writing erotic stuff. But practice makes perfect! It's probably because of my lack of experience ;-;. My teenage years just passed me by. Better for me in a way, though. But yeah, I thank all of you for the current support. Hopefully I haven't lost too many of you!