A/N: Hey, hey, hey! Been a long time, hasn't it? Hopefully you guys haven't all run off on me. Sorry about that. I'll be honest right now: I have plans for this story, though I can't really tell you when I'll be updating it again. School is getting a bit hectic. I've been trying to finish this up for the past week, and I only got to it tonight. Yeah, I'm serious. Shit sucks. So uh, yeah. Thanks for sticking with me still (if you even have. . .), and I'll try and bang out some more chapters when I have the time. Thanks again, guys! :)
Chapter VII
He was taunting her like crazy. Each time his clothed erection rubbed over her entrance, Chichi's chest arched more into Goku's. Why was it that his pants were still on? They were having sex tonight, weren't they? Goku's hand then reached up to bend her delicate neck back some. His tongue shot out to cover it, which drove Chichi further into madness. "Chichi. . ." Goku growled out, his voice low and husky, yet laced with concern. She had noted that his actions had ceased and his body had completely stiffened.
". . .What's wrong? Are you getting that urge again?" Chichi looked down held her husband's face to hers, putting their foreheads together. Her eyes went to his lips before brushing her own against his. Goku didn't move. She then backed away, very concerned. "Goku. . . ?"
Goku's eyes then focused on hers. He honestly wished he could just crack his open skull like a coconut and let her see the inner workings of his brain at the moment. How could he tell her? Oh, Chichi, by the way, I kind of have to drink your blood in order to keep you safe from me. He would sound the a fucking monster if he was to do it that way. Goku didn't know what to do. He knew that biting her would hurt her initially. He already wasn't looking forward to that. He dropped his head into the nape of Chichi's neck.
Chichi sighed and rubbed his back. "What's going on with you?"
A hand reached up to comb through Chichi's soft raven locks. "Chichi," Goku began, "there's no easier way to tell you, so I guess I'll tell you straight out. . ." He paused to take a deep breath, his eyes never leaving hers. "In order to keep you safe from harm, we each have to feast on each others' blood." Goku watched Chichi's face carefully, noting any changes immediately. All she did was toss her head to the side. His eyebrows raised in suspicion.
". . .If that's what it will truly take," she agreed as she let her head fall back, exposing her beautiful ivory neck that was already making Goku's mouth water in anticipation, "then so be it."
Goku's eyes widened. She's submitting this easily. . . ? Goku gave his wife a quick nod and leaned in toward her neck. His nose ran along it, greedily inhaling its sweet scent. Oh Kami, how delicious Chichi smelled! Even through her skin Goku could tell that her blood was a delicacy. He was beginning to think he was going to have a bit too much fun with this whole charade.
A hand wound it's way into his hair as Goku sunk his teeth into Chichi's tender flesh. Never in his life did he feel so much like the bad guy. As Chichi's high-pitched scream rang through his ears, and her blood gushed into his cavern, Goku felt sick. He was absolutely disgusted with himself over having to do this; however, he most definitely did not want to run the risk of accidentally killing her in a bout of heat. Abso-fucking-lutely not. Besides, he was right: Chichi blood's was delicious, possibly a bit too delicious.
Chichi's eyes shut tightly as Goku sank his teeth into her neck, his abnormally sharp canines being the first to break her skin. The room span as each suck from Goku's lips drew more and more blood out from her. Her free arm raised to Goku's shoulder in a way to try and steady herself, yet it was to no avail: the room kept spinning. "Goku," she breathed out, trying to get him to release his hold on her neck. She was growing cold rather quickly; she knew that the limit to the amount of blood she could lose was drawing near.
Goku. . . !
At the slightest hint of his name being called, Goku's mouth detached from its place on Chichi's neck. His eyes surveyed the wound, noting how beautifully the crimson liquid oozing out contrasted with the ivory skin surrounding it. He licked his bloodied lips, combing his hand once more through Chichi's dark locks. He feigned a smile at his wife, knowing that she was quite weak as of right now. Guess I was right. . . Goku mentally scolded himself. He offered his neck up quickly, resting his hands on the tops of his mate's thighs as he lifted his head up.
Through her stupor she could see Goku look toward the ceiling, his slightly tanned and waiting neck fully exposed for her taking. Was he always that dark? She was hesitant at first. It had much to do with how her head swam whenever she moved due to the lack of blood.
"Chichi," Goku breathed out, lovingly, "please, hurry." He tilted his head back down to meet with her eyes. He saw immediately that Chichi was in a daze. Dammit, he mentally cursed. Guess I'm going to have to do this myself. With one hand, Goku steadied his wife's head. He raised his free forearm to his lips. Goku winced as his canines were the first to sink into his arm. He sucked in a sharp breath as his other teeth also broke the surface. A flash of metallic flavor jutted across his tongue, and Goku withdrew his arm from his mouth. With the hand still wrapped around Chichi's head, Goku easily guided his wife's mouth to his dripping arm. He watched her turn away once she became face to face with the bleeding appendage.
"Chichi, please," Goku begged. "You need blood! I know this isn't the right way to do it, but that's all the time we have for right now." Goku watched as Chichi slowly returned her gaze back to his arm. Her eyes then turned to the floor and noted the small puddle of blood which gathered on the floor. She grimaced. Goku also noted the puddle. "If you don't want that puddle to get any bigger, I suggest you start suckling." He nudged his arm closer to her mouth.
Chichi lifted her eyes as she gave in. She enclosed her lips around the wound and began to suck, wincing when the iron flavor made it's way over her tongue and down her throat. It didn't take long until she began to feel the sluggishness dissipate; Chichi felt alive, alert. It all happened in what felt like an instant, and even Goku was able to see the life returning to her face. Her lips separated from Goku's arm with a soft popping sound. Chichi's arm came up to brush against her lips, wiping away any excess blood.
As soon as Chichi's mouth left his arm, Goku felt different. His body was completely on fire. It was as if his blood had started a chemical reaction with hers inside of him, creating some kind of molten hormonal cocktail. Blood surged to his groin as he focused on his wife wiping her lips. They looked so soft! They also had such a deep red hue to them. Goku's mouth opened as a slight groan found it's way up and out of his throat. The images that were running through his mind at the current moment were intoxicating: Those plump, soft lips struggling to fit around his girth, her teeth occasionally scraping against the underside of his length as she came up, only to go straight back down to the very base of his Saiyanhood. . . Oh dear Kami, these thoughts were not his own. He knew in the back of his mind that there was no way Chichi could put his entire length down her throat. Chichi was tough, but she also had her limits. Still, the thought excited him to no end.
Chichi could feel the pair of hungry eyes staring down at her as she wiped her lips. She gazed up to meet them, letting her arm fall back to her side. Goku's eyes looked more than feral now: they were a raging sea of molten lava. Well, maybe not lava, but they were definitely a sea of molten something. Lust, perhaps? Chichi noted Goku's cheeks were a bit flushed upon further inspection of his face. Daringly, Chichi raised a hand to Goku's cheek, cupping it softly. She watched as his face melted into it (not literally, but it sure as hell was warm enough to do so), and his eyes closed softly.
"Chichi," he breathed into her palm. His teeth began nipping at the edge of her palm, continuing up to the top of her thumb. Chichi watched as the digit disappeared into Goku's mouth. She could feel his tongue swirling around it. His teeth occasionally grazed against it, which felt a bit. . .odd. Goku seemed to have some weird fetish for hands, or so Chichi thought. Due to this, Chichi's fingers have paid a visit to her husband's cavern on a few separate occasions. This visit, however, felt a bit different. His teeth felt much bigger, and his canines much sharper when they brushed against her thumb.
Chichi's eyes followed her finger as Goku took it from his mouth. He held it in front of his face and opened his mouth, allowing his tongue to dart out and encase it. Her eyes traced up her husband's tongue and into his mouth, where she felt her heart practically leap out of her chest. Goku's teeth were huge! His canines had turned into these giant. . .semi-vampiric fangs! Immediately she retracted her hand from Goku's grasp, making Goku's eyes pop open in surprise.
Goku's tongue rolled back into his mouth. "Chichi," he began, "what is it? What happened?" He studied his wife closer, noting that her face was now as white as the bath towel laying next to her. Did she still not feel well? He lifted his hand to cup her cheek, only to have it smacked away. Goku's face fell as he rested his hand back on the counter next to Chichi's thigh.
"You. . ." Chichi could hardly speak. She held the hand Goku had possessed just moments before close to her heart, accompanied by her other hand. Her body was tilted away from his. It was as if she was about to jump down from her place on the counter and run away, though something was keeping her from doing so. "You. . ." she repeated. "What's happened to you. . . ! ?"
Goku raised his eyebrows in confusion. Just what exactly was she talking about? Nothing had happened to him! It wasn't as if he'd never done that to her hand before! Why was she afraid all of a sudden?
"Chichi, what are you talking about? Nothing's happened to me!" Goku gave a slight chuckle as he stood upright. Chichi only backed away further from him, which made Goku's face fall even more. He really didn't think it was even possible.
"You. . . You mean you have no idea what just happened!?" She eased slowly back towards Goku as he shook his head. Gods, he looked like such a moron right now. He had that stupid, innocent grin on, the one that says, "What? Little ol' me? What could I possibly have done? I'd never hurt a fly!" Chichi wished there was something to smash him in the face with. "Goku," she said while pointing her finger to the mirror behind her, "try looking into the mirror."
Goku blinked and did as he was told. He stepped to the side and inspected his face. Nothing really looked different, at least that he could notice. He leaned in more toward the mirror. Ah, now there was something. His eyes had changed color. They were a bit more brown now as opposed to black. Goku didn't really take it as something to panic over, so he looked over to Chichi. "Are you talking about my eyes?" he asked, innocently.
Chichi smacked a hand over her face. "Look harder, nitwit!"
Goku blinked once again, his mouth hanging open a bit. His focus returned to the mirror. Something caught his eye. It looked like it was coming from his mouth, so he opened his mouth a bit wider. "Holy crap!" he yelled, hands coming up to pull his mouth open even wider. Goku bared his fangs to the mirror, and he could feel the blood draining from his face. "What the hell just happened to me!? I feel fine!" He began tilting his head all different ways to get a better look. Daringly, Goku poked at the fangs with his thumbs. Almost instantly they pierced through the rough exterior of his thumbs, rousing a small squeak out of the man. "Chichi, did you see that? They pierced right through my skin!"
Chichi hopped off the the counter. She grabbed the towel that had been waiting for her, and wrapped it around her form. "Yes, Goku, I saw it." She ran her fingers through her semi-dry locks and sighed. "I think it would be better if you slept on the couch tonight."
Goku's eyes flew to her, panic washing over him. "But, Chichi! I'm not going to hurt you!" He turned toward her, resting his hands on her shoulders. A slight smile lingered across his face. "Do you really think I'd hurt you, Chichi. . . ?"
Her eyes landed on one of the hands upon her shoulders. Chichi stared up at the man, her fingers slipping under his to relieve the hands of their grip on her. She let them drop back to Goku's side. "Actually, yes. I do think you could hurt me, Goku." Goku's smile fell like a ten-ton weight upon hearing those words. Chichi slipped away from him, stopping in the doorway to the bathroom. "Oh," she started once more, "don't even think about sneaking into bed with me. I don't even want to be within five feet of you until you're over this!"
"What do you suggest I do, though!? I don't know what's going on!" Goku held his hands on his hips as he contemplated a possible reasoning for why his body all of a sudden "transformed".
"Go talk to Vegeta again. It seems that asshole knows everything there is to know about the Saiyans. It's probably some Saiyan thing!" Chichi then disappeared from view.
Goku followed her out into the hall, his hands once again by his sides. "Hey," he screamed, "don't I at least get a kiss good-night!? I mean, you kind of left me in a bad state!"
Chichi stopped in her tracks and turned around, seeing Goku pointing down toward his midsection. A smirk hung on her lips as she strutted back toward Goku, whose eyes were too caught up watching the swaying motions of his wife's beautiful hips. Chichi placed a hand flat on Goku's chest and pushed him against the wall adjacent to them. She immediately closed the distance between them, grounding her hips hard against his. Both of her hands were now roaming his chest, and Goku felt that all too familiar heat rising to his cheeks once again.
"Find out what's wrong with you, and you'll get more than just a stupid kiss." Chichi's mouth was suddenly on his, though it was over just as fast as it had begun. Goku's eyes grew wide as she grabbed him from below. With a wink and a short showing of her tongue, Chichi was gone. The next time Goku saw her was when she was dropping pillows and an extra blanket off at the foot of the bedroom door. Goku sighed and lifted himself off the wall, still in shock about how Chichi was really making him sleep on the couch. He placed the two pillows under his arms, one under each, and grabbed hold of the blanket.
"Dammit! She can be such a tease when she wants to be," Goku said as he looked behind him. Chichi had closed the door to the bedroom and there was no doubt in Goku's mind that the door was also locked. Spending one too many a night out on the lonely couch, constantly calling out for Chichi to open the door and let him back in had taught him this. Goku sighed once more as he threw the pillows down onto the couch. He flopped onto the piece of furniture effortlessly and draped the blanket over his form. He was so ready to give it to her good tonight, too! Goku opened his mouth and placed his thumbs on each of his canines, noting that they had reverted back to their normal length.
"Oh, of course now is when they decide to go away!" Goku flipped over onto his side and brought his knees up toward his chest. How was he ever going to sleep tonight? He was way too riled up to sleep. Goku now lay flat out on his back, contemplating. He could take care of himself, but why should he have to? He was married, and his wife was home! "This is honestly ridiculous," said Goku as a hand came up to drag down his face. The hand then fell and hung off the couch. There was no way he could sleep tonight. Goku sat up and fisted his hair in frustration. Suddenly, a light bulb went off inside his head.
". . .Vegeta! I can go bother Vegeta!" He nodded to himself. "Yeah, Chichi said I should talk to him, anyway!" Flipping the blanket over to the top of the back of the couch, Goku stood up. He turned a lamp on and headed toward the doorway in search of his boots. He suddenly recalled not even taking his boots off, but there they were, right below the coat rack. He slipped each foot into them, reaching down to tie both of them. As his hand lay on the doorknob to the front door, Goku realized he wasn't wearing any shirt. He looked down to realize his sash was also gone. "This night just keeps getting better. . ."
Goku walked back into the bathroom, eyeballing the bedroom door as he turned. He retrieved his garments, mumbling to himself as he situated them on his form. Tucking in his sash, Goku made his way to the front door. He took a close look into the kitchen, looking for the clock on the oven. It read around 1 A.M. "Eh, he'll still be up," Goku assured himself. "That man sleeps a good three hours a day thanks to all the coffee he drinks. . ." He opened the front door cautiously, closing it silently as he stepped out. He didn't need Chichi chasing after him right now. Goku placed his right leg out to the side and stretched, switching to the other side once he felt it was enough. Circling his arms a final time, he took to the sky.
Gohan suddenly flitted through Goku's mind. Where the hell was that kid? Gohan wasn't the type to come home late. Was he sleeping out? Goku stopped in mid-air and cleared his mind. Closing his eyes, Goku attempted to feel out his son's ki. He felt a powerful ki just on the outskirts of town, though he could tell that it didn't belong to his son. It belongs to Piccolo. Shifting direction, Goku began his search once again. Ah, now there was something. "West City, eh?" Goku smirked at the convenience. "Feels pretty strong, too!" His eyes cracked open and he resumed his flight, hurdling ever closer to the clustered metropolis. "I bet he's training! Maybe I should go check it out and see how he's doing." An internal conflict started within him.
"Well, should I? He's almost fully grown by now. . . I think he can handle his own." Goku shook his head. "Gohan would be happy to see me. He's always been!" He nodded his head in agreement. "Yeah, that's what I'll do. I'll go say hello to Gohan really quick, maybe tell him that it would be a good idea to get home before daybreak, and then go bother Vegeta."
Nodding to himself further, Goku boosted his speed a bit, using it as a kind of warmup for when he was to meet Gohan. If Gohan was training, Goku definitely wanted to train a bit with him before he left for Capsule Corp. It all made perfect sense to Goku. He had to be training! Why else would Gohan's ki feel that way?
A/N: Oooh, Goku. . . You're so funny. . .