A/N: So I fixed and added some things. I'll leave it like this for now :P
Chapter V
Ding-dong! Ding-dong!
The doorbell rang as Chichi sank into her warm bubble bath. She cursed silently at the sound and began to pull herself up.
Ding-dong! Ding-dong!
She cursed once again and grabbed the towel off of the counter top. She wrapped it around herself, and patted her hair into place. Her hand reached for the doorknob and unlocked it. She opened the door only to find Gohan running past the doorway in the direction of the front door. Chichi poked her head out of the doorway in curiosity. (A/N: door, door, door...)
Ding-dong! Ding-
Gohan opened the door and stepped back, letting Chichi get a glimpse of the young woman who stood behind it. She had short black hair that was angled to her face and light blue eyes. It was the first time Chichi had ever seen the girl look so...normal. The girl usually wore her hair in messy spikes, or pigtails for when it was longer. She always wore spandex and over sized shirts. However, as Chichi surveyed her, her clothes were all form-fitting. The girl wore a pair of black skinny jeans with a slight chain hanging from her hip. Her shirt was striped with light blue and white, with a tiny black vest hanging over it. Chichi looked at her feet to find some weird slipper looking things, yet she could tell they were meant to be shoes. They were cute, though. She had to admit that. Maybe Bulma would know what they were.
"Oh, Videl!" Chichi ran from the bathroom and up to the younger woman, wrapping her arms around the girl in a sort of death grip. Videl looked up to Gohan, who only shrugged his shoulders. Once she backed away, Chichi realized she had soaked the girl. "Oh my gosh," she began. "I'm so sorry, Videl! I was just taking a bath. I had totally forgotten you were coming over! How rude of me..." She looked down to the floor and held her face. Videl smiled and wiped some of the excess water off from her skin, wiping her hand on Gohan's shoulder. Gohan snaked a hand around his dark locks.
"N-no, Mrs. Son! It's fine," spoke Videl, timidly. "I was just coming to pick up Gohan, anyway." Chichi's eyes widened.
"'Pick up'? You guys aren't staying here?" Gohan shook his head.
"Nah, I decided that maybe we'd go into town or something. You know, maybe catch a movie or something like that. There isn't much to do here besides train, Mom." Chichi smirked, and Gohan chuckled.
"Well, I guess I can understand that." She placed her hands on her hips, careful not to let the towel slip down her form. Chichi's lips suddenly pursed, and she raised her arm to point a finger at her son. "Gohan, you better wear protection." Gohan's eyebrows knit together. "Believe me, I'd do a lot more to you than Mr. Satan would!" Gohan and Videl stood there, Videl clutching her face as the heat rose and Gohan's mouth hanging open, practically touching the floor.
"Mom..!"
"Gohan!"
Gohan straightened out into an army-like formation. His hands were pinned to his sides and his back was completely straight. His head couldn't stretch to the ceiling any more if it wanted to. Chichi motioned for the two teenagers to hold on a minute, and ran back into her and Goku's bedroom. Gohan and Videl looked at each other as they heard all sorts of noises coming from the dark room. Slamming and shifting, Chichi grunting here and there, and a final "Ah-ha!" Chichi emerged from the bedroom with one of her fists clenched. She stepped up to her son, took his palm, and placed something in it. Gohan ran for the bathroom when he looked down at what it was, leaving a small trail of blood in his wake.
"Mom! You can't be serious!" Gohan was calling out from the bathroom as he tried to make a makeshift clot with tissues to stop his nosebleed. Gohan inspected the tiny square package further. He noted that it had the word "Magnum" written across it in bold, unnecessarily large letters. Needless to say, his nose only bled further.
Back in the living room, Chichi then turned to Videl, whose face was still beaming bright red. "I'm only looking out for the both of you, you know? I mean really, who wants a baby when they're sixteen? At least Goku and I waited until we were twenty." Videl gasped.
"Wow, Mrs. Son! I didn't realize you were that young!" Videl figured she said something wrong the minute her last syllable came out. Chichi had gritted her teeth and clenched her fists into tight balls. "Oh, uh, I apologize... I didn't know that would offend you."
"It's fine, dear." It didn't seem as if Chichi was going to spew fire out of her mouth anymore, which helped Videl relax. Though she was much like Chichi herself, Videl was actually a bit scared of Chichi. "My youthful appearance disappeared years ago, thanks to that wonderful man I call my husband." Videl couldn't help but laugh.
Gohan had came out from the bathroom, his face still a little red from his mother's surprise. He took his wallet out from his back pocket and slipped the tiny golden package into it, placing the wallet back into his pocket. Videl grabbed him by the arm and leaned her head against it, a smile coming across her face. Chichi couldn't help but smile herself. The two of them reminded her so much of when her and Goku had gotten engaged. She could still remember Goku telling her to stop clinging to him, to stop giggling, and to pretty much stop doing anything else she was doing at that given moment. She held on to her face once more.
"Well, I think we should go," said Gohan. Videl nodded. Chichi nodded as well, re-adjusting the towel around herself. Gohan took his jacket off of the rack next the door and gave Chichi a quick peck on the cheek. She stood at the doorway as the two youngsters climbed into Videl's flyer, waving to them as they took to the sky. She shivered as the breeze from their take off washed through the front door. Man, was it cold out! She closed the front door, mindful to lock it before she made her way back to the bathroom.
"Jeez, what a bummer! All alone on a cold night. Your husband is off with one of his alien companions, and you're stuck sitting in a warm bath getting all hot and bothered thinking about him!" She sighed heavily as she let the towel slip off her form and pool at her feet. Chichi began to climb back into the tub, which actually was still a bit warm much to her surprise. She sunk into the water fast, letting herself slide all the way down to the base of her nose. She blew bubbles in the water with her mouth, and splashed the water over the tops of her knees. "Man, what a complete bummer..."
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Goku went over the conversation vividly in his mind. So, he still had a change of harming Chichi even after feasting upon her. The thought wasn't exactly something he wanted to hear, but it was exactly as Vegeta had said. He would never know unless he tried. And honestly, what was he supposed to do? Not ever have sex with his wife again? No, that definitely was not an option. Chichi was a bit too good looking for that. Sure, Goku was great when it came to self-restraint, yet lying next to Chichi every night was nothing short of torture. Her scent harassed his heightened sense of smell, and her curves taunted his...well. Her curves teased at the starved 'buddy' lying within his sleeping pants.
"Heh, buddy..." Goku broke out into giggles. He patted at his crotch. "Hello there, buddy!" He looked down and smiled. "Don't worry, you'll be getting your much needed fix very soon." Goku stopped short in mid-air. He crouched, and his ki flared wildly around him. It didn't take long before he was flying again, literally flying at the speed of sound towards his home. He could have used his instant transmission, but he had something else in mind. The tiny house on the edge of Mt. Paozu came into view, and Goku descended.
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Chichi heard the opening of the front door, and what sounded like the kicking off of boots. She heard the figure stumble a bit before the living-room light was turned on. Goku? Her arms raised to her chest as she listened in more. She poked her head around the side of the tub to see if she had remembered to lock the door. Of course, she hadn't.
"Oh, Chichi~!" Goku's voice was playful as he shut the door behind himself. He made his way around the house in search of the little woman, face beaming all the while. "Chichi~!" Goku had called out once more. He ninja'd his way into the kitchen, his back almost completely glued to the side of the cabinet. He swung swiftly around, pointing his fingers out like a make-believe gun. Sadly, Chichi was no where in sight. He sighed heavily and continued on his journey around the house in search for the darling temptress that teased his sensitivities so. Oh, that was a good one. He'd have to mention that to her tonight!
Yep, it's him. Why is he home so early? I thought he was going out with Vegeta!? Chichi grit her teeth as she dunked herself under the water. She scrubbed her head to get out any of the excess shampoo that remained. She resurfaced, only to find Goku kneeling at the edge of the tub, dopey grin and all.
"Hey, beautiful!"
Chichi scrambled to cover herself up."Gu-Goku! What the hell are you doing!?"
"Looking at you~." Chichi closed her eyes tight. Goku's sing-song voice wasn't helping the situation any.
"Well, stop it! It makes me feel weird!" Goku frowned.
"Aw, but Chichi, come on! You see me naked all the time! I'm never embarrassed by it!"
"Ugh, that's because there's something wrong with that head of yours!"
"Ouch, Cheech. That kind of hurt." He rubbed his face playfully, which only made Chichi smile. She punched him lightly on the cheek, still covering her breasts with her other arm. Goku's hand went to hold hers. He held it to his lips, giving it a slight kiss all while looking into her eyes. Chichi froze in the tub. His eyes looked...different. They weren't wide and innocent tonight. No, there was so much emotion in his eyes. They looked almost...feral. Animal-like. As if they screamed out his deepest desires. They screamed out those desires he'd been holding in for years and years. Was tonight the night..? Had Vegeta actually gotten to him? Without any warning, Goku stood up.
"Goku..? What is it..?"
Chichi watched as Goku climbed into the tub. He was mindful not to step on her delicate feet. He had done that once and man, was he sorry! Chichi had refused to cook dinner for over a week! Chichi inched away from him as much as she could, which wasn't really all that far. She was already leaning against the back of the tub. Goku knelt over his wife. He held her face in his hands, noticing how tiny it was compared to his giant, ape-like extremities. He brought their faces together, gently locking his lips onto hers. One of Chichi's arms wrapped around Goku's neck, pulling him in closer as the other rummaged through his dark locks.
"Mmm," was the muffled sound that escaped through the blockade of lips. Chichi was the first to pull back, and Goku headed straight for her neck. "Goku..." Chichi moaned as Goku made his way around her delicate flesh, kissing and nipping at every part his lips brushed against. A chill shot up her spine as Goku's tongue darted out to flicker over the middle of her neck. "Your clothes, Goku... Wet-ah!" Goku then sucked at her skin, rousing a high-pitched scream from the small woman. He smiled into her skin and continued his departure south.
"I don't care if my clothes get wet, Chichi," was the low, husky reply. "I'm only going to be taking them off soon." Chichi's eyes shot open, and Goku wrapped his mouth around a perk nipple. She grunted lightly as Goku circled the bud with his tongue, grazing it with his teeth every so often. Chichi moaned aloud once more as Goku's mouth now switched to her other breast, licking and sucking it's bud to erection. His hand went to kneed her free breast, rubbing it in time with the circular motions of his tongue. She hadn't noticed, but Goku had somehow placed himself in between her legs. Something was poking at her entrance, though Chichi's mind failed to register exactly what it was. The heat from it was immense, even through the thick fabric of Goku's weighted training pants. His mouth detached from her nipple with a soft popping sound, and his hand fell from her breast.
"That should be good enough. Now..." He sat back on his knees and began to undo the wrappings around his waist, tossing the navy blue sash to the floor next to the tub. With her face heavy with lust, Chichi tried to follow her husband's actions. She noticed something poking out the front of Goku's ridiculously bright orange pants. Her mind finally recalled what it was, and a grand wave of heat washed over her body. Her body jerked, back arching off the back of the tub as her knees pulled together almost involuntarily. She could see Goku smile down at her through her lust-induced stupor. Gods, how he looked so fucking delicious! He leaned his face into hers, placing both hands on Chichi's thighs. "You wanna do the honors," Goku cooed into her ear as her rubbed her thighs, nipping slightly at the outer shell. "Or would you rather take this to somewhere a bit more...drier?"
"Uhn...Dri~er..!" Chichi moaned out as she clung to Goku. She whimpered as he backed out of her grasp to drain the water from the tub. He stepped out, leaving Chichi huddled together, shivering, at the bottom of the tub. Goku quickly whisked her up in his arms, placing her atop the bathroom counter. He spread her legs and placed himself between them, his erect member poking ever so deliciously against his mate's moist core. His mouth claimed hers once again. It was rough and a bit messy, their teeth clashing every once and a while as they let their hormones get the best of them. Goku gripped the counter as he forced his tongue into her warm cavern. Chichi's hands reached up to regain their position around Goku's face. She bit down lightly on Goku's bottom lip, pulling it out just slightly. Kami, she was going to melt if Goku didn't do something soon!
Goku's hand snaked up her thigh once again. It stopped where his clothed member met her entrance. He pulled away from his wife's cavern, noting how her lips were now full and red with that rich, sweet blood that sang to him night after night. Not to mention how his lips were just as full thanks to Chichi's little love bites. Goku shot Chichi a smirk as he held is covered erection in his hand. Chichi's arms had slipped down to Goku's shoulders. She tossed her head back and let out a passionate sigh. Tortuously, Goku began to rub his member against Chichi's entrance. She moaned aloud, her knees almost locking Goku in place. With her head still tossed back, Goku leaned into her neck in search of her pulse. If he was going to bite her he had to do it soon, before he lost all of his restraint. Which, honestly, was coming a bit too close for comfort.
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Babe, baby baby; I'm gonna leave you.
I said baby, you know I'm gonna leave you.
Vegeta lay on the earth as his cellular device shook and sang. His hand reached over to grab it, noting that the time was now eleven-o'clock on the dot. He sneered, and looked at the text message. It was sent by Bulma.
"Hey Vegeta. Um, it's kind of late, and you're still not back yet. The party is over. The only person remaining is Goten, who decided to stay the night over here. Hopefully that won't be too much of a bother to you. Don't worry, I already told Chichi. So, um, yeah. I was just wondering when you were coming home. Hope everything is going okay. Love, your Princess...x3"
Vegeta cast the phone back down on to the earth. He realized at that point that he must have dozed off, since the cold was now eating in to his skin. Fuck, he thought. And I was the one who said I wanted to get out of here! He shivered and sprang up, rubbing his face with his hands. He shook his head, and placed his hands on his thighs. His phone shook and sang once more, and he picked it up.
"By the way...I need to talk to you when you get home. It's...sort of important."
His eyebrows knit together in confusion as he shut the phone.. Bulma wasn't usually one to beg him to come home. She did have a habit of checking on him to make sure he was alive and such. Had something happened? Vegeta felt a quick, sharp thread of pain lace through his heart. He fumbled with the small device, which looked even smaller when compared to his giant hands. He went back to the message and hit reply, opening up a small box.
"...Are you well?" was the message he sent to Bulma. He sat there, staring up aimlessly in to the lonely night sky. The fire had burnt out long ago, and the moon had all since disappeared. He felt the vibrations from his phone within his palm.
"Is this really Vegeta? I bet this is Goku fucking around with Vegeta's phone. Vegeta would never ask me how I was!"
Vegeta sighed and opened up another reply box. "It is me, you IMBECILE." He hit send, and waited anxiously for a reply. The phone jerked once again in his palm.
"Oh... Yes, I'm fine. I just need to talk to you. That's all..."
The snide remark Vegeta came up with almost instantly was to say "Why can't you tell me now, you annoying woman?" He decided against it, and sent a simple "I'll be home soon." instead. The Saiyan Prince stood up. He brushed the debris off of himself, shivering as another sharp breeze passed over him. He summoned a ki barrier around himself in an attempt to warm up. Happy with the results, Vegeta placed his phone back into his pocket and started on his way home. What could Bulma possibly have to tell him? Could it be that she was cheating on him with that goon Yamcha? He did hang around Capsule Corp. an awful lot. Hell, even after Bulma gave birth to another man's child, Vegeta's own child nonetheless, Yamcha still took Bulma back! Well, if that was the case...Vegeta guessed he could accept it. It wasn't as if he had been all that faithful. It sickened him to no end now that he looked back on it, but he was stupid. He was so wrapped up in his own foolish desires to even dare accept an ounce of love this Earthling woman was more than willing to give him. Wrapped up in his foolish desires of chasing after a man he knew, deep down, he could never catch. No matter how he tried the fact remained the same: Kakarot would always be one step ahead.
Days, weeks, even sometimes months would pass by the time he emerged even once from that retched Gravity Room. Looking back on how much of his life he wasted in that room sickened him to no end. Not that it was all in vain; no, quite the contrary. He did grow stronger through his sacrifices. He finally reached the level of Super Saiyan after nearly killing himself in a fit of anger. He could almost clearly remember the walls of the GR crashing down over him, entombing him in a makeshift coffin of iron, bolts and melted plastic. He would have died had it not been for that woman nursing him back to health. Yes...she had always been there. No matter how he cursed at her, or even treated her, Bulma was always at his side. She was the first one to offer him a home when returning from Namek. She was the first to offer him clean clothes and a shower after returning from space. She was the first to accept him with open arms, and even legs, when he returned from his humiliated defeat at the hands of Cell; when Kakarot's oldest offspring had destroyed Cell, and not him. Yes, she was there. Yes, she loved him. Oh, how she loved him so well.
Vegeta clenched his fists. Now that he looked at it, the image of Bulma cheating on him really didn't fit in all too well with her actions. If that wasn't the case, then...what could it possibly be?
A/N: Hope you enjoyed my little additions ;D