He watched her with adoring eyes as she skillfully, yet naturally sewed up one of the torn patches on their 7 year old's orange Gi pants. He observed the little frown on her face as she concentrated on the task at hand, likely silently berating it. He wondered just how many times she had needed to fix their clothes. He wouldn't even like to hazard a guess.

He hadn't been back home for more than a few weeks, and even though some things had changed, some things hadn't. This was one of the things that hadn't.

She was perched at the kitchen table, Gi pants and sewing needle in hand, a roll of orange thread resting on the table, her sewing basket on full display next to it. Her one leg was crossed over the other, her one toned creamy thigh fully visible as she wore her dark purple skirt with a thigh split. His favourite dark purple skirt with a thigh split. He noticed her one boot-clad foot was lightly jiggling away as she worked, a cute little quirk of hers that she expressed when she was content and happy in her own little world.

His curious eyes watched as the one hole on his son's Gi pants slowly started to close up, his pupils lightly darting up and down as he did his push up's on the kitchen floor. He chuckled quietly to himself as she scrunched up her face and wiggled her nose, trying to scratch an itch without the use of her busy hands. She suddenly smiled and ceased her motions, lifting the Gi pants up in front of her to inspect her work. The one hole was all fixed up and she was satisfied.

Goku cocked his head to the side before opening his mouth.

"Will you come and sit on me?" he asked her gently. Chichi lifted her head, her eyes shifting to him, a sweet smile on her beautiful face.

That smile.

He would never get tired of seeing that smile.

His strong, fiery little wife was no simple puzzle and she was a force to reckon with. She was physically outmatched by him ... he, a super-powered alien from another planet. She was a mere human being but yet took anything she wanted with a smile.

And he let her.

"You want me to sit on you?" she repeated his words. Goku gave her a bashful smile.

"Yeah ... you haven't done it in so long ... I missed it". Chichi's smile widened and there was a warmth in her gaze. She stood up from the little wooden dining chair, picked up the roll of thread and ambled over to her husband. Goku stopped mid-press up and let her sit on his back and patiently waited for her to get herself comfy and in position to continue her sewing. Once he knew she was ready he continued with his evening exercise, his body carefully bobbing up and down.

They went about their business in a comfortable silence. Chichi sewing her youngest son's pants, her husband completing his push ups. This went on for a good 20 minutes, before Chichi sighed in relief at the now fixed pants in her lap.

"There, all done" she cooed. As Goku descended to the ground, Chichi let the bottom of her feet hit the floor and she stood up from her husband's back.

"Aw, where you going? I haven't finished yet" he whined. Chichi placed their son's pants on the table and turned her head to look at her husband. She couldn't help but chortle at the most adorable little pout on his handsome face. It was definitely clear where Goten got it from. He was his father's twin after all.

"But I'm all done now and I need to tidy this away and finish sorting the rest of the clothes" she tried to tell him. Although it wasn't too late, Goten had not long gone to bed and Gohan was reading at his desk, she still wanted to finish her chores before settling down for the evening with her husband.

"5 more minutes? Please?" he practically begged her, the innocent, disheartened look on his face melting her to the core. Chichi chuckled and sauntered back over to him, a big smile stretching across his face when she did. But instead of returning to her position on his back, his wife bent down and lay herself on the soft rug next to him. Goku peered down at her and arched an eyebrow as he raised his body up, ceasing his exercises once again.

"What are you doing down there?" he asked her.

"Thought you might like a little extra motivation" she purred, a playful smile perched on her face. Goku grinned. In one swift movement he pounced on top of her, laughter reaching his ears from below him as he positioned himself to continue his push ups. As he bent his arms, his body dipping down towards her he gave his wife a little wink before closing his eyes and softly planting his lips onto hers.

Chichi let her eyes slowly close, her eyelashes fluttering, a small hum escaping her lips as her husband sweetly kissed her. He parted his lips from hers a few seconds later, leaving his mouth to hover over hers, his warm breath caressing her skin and giving her goosebumps. He clumsily nudged her nose with his own before pushing his body back up again.

"Is that enough motivation for you?" she asked him coyly.

"Umm ... I think I might need a little more" he replied to her, dipping down to her once again and kissing her more firmly this time. Her hands instantly cupped his face, her fingertips softly stroking his cheeks as their mouths moved sensually together. He quietly moaned against her soft, warm lips as her hands roamed, her fingers carding through his hair and gingerly massaging his scalp.

He slanted his mouth over hers, his tongue darting out to trace her silken, pillowy lips, her lips parting to allow his tongue to slip inside. He groaned at the taste of her, her tongue dancing with his, his brows furrowing as he kissed her deeply.

Oh, his little wife was certainly motivating him. But it wasn't motivation to continue exercising. Well, maybe a different sort of exercising. He propped himself up on his elbows and let his large body blanket hers, only lightly so not to crush her small frame, but enough so he could let his wife know exactly what she was doing to him. His large, calloused hands cradled her head, eager fingers tangling with the dark locks that had come loose from her tight bun. Chichi raised her leg, the bare skin of her athletic thigh rubbing up against his leg suggestively.

Goku purred delightfully against her mouth as he put all his weight onto his right elbow, his left hand gliding down to rub her exposed thigh, kneading the strong limb with his powerful but gentle paws. He rolled his pelvis against hers, a gasp fleeing from her swollen lips at the feel of his growing excitement as it rubbed up against her most sensitive area.

Oh, Kami, she had missed this.

"Goku" she breathed against his lips as they broke the kiss for air, his sneaky left hand sifting higher up her leg, skimming her warm skin, her dress puckering up to above her upper thigh. His seductive lips kissed their way down her jaw and neck, sucking and nipping at her delicate complexion, soft moans leaking from her gaped maw, her dainty hands grabbing at the back of his head and neck helplessly as her body melted into a pool of lust. Her finger nails dug into his taut skin as he rocked against her, stimulating the sensitive bud hidden beneath her silky panties with the heavy length in his sweatpants.

"Goku ... we have to stop" her voice trembled as his deft fingers found the clips to the top of her cheongsam.

"I don't think you really want that" he whispered to her, devious eyes praying on her as he opened the top of her dress. His mouth dotted hot kisses along her collarbone, his tongue flitting out to taste her chest before running along the top of her frilly bra. His adventurous hands gripped the cups of her bra and pulled them down, her plushy mounds popping out freely for him. His mouth immediately latched onto her one breast, his lips sucking, his tongue lapping at the hardened nipple as his hand massaged the other fleshy orb.

"Oh ... Goku" she whimpered, arching her back and pushing her breasts into his face. Oh, she didn't want him to stop. Her hands delved underneath the back of his shirt, her fingernails raking along his heated skin, sending shivers up his spine, his own nipples hardening at the sensuous contact. He circled her one throbbing teat with his tongue, teasing her, vexing her as his left hand travelled south, his hips shimmying between her thighs, spreading them fully. He growled mid-suck of her candied nipple, the scent of her arousal making his blood boil, his left hand grazing the smooth silky material of her exposed panties between them.

A hoarse moan spewed from her quivering lips as his sly fingers rubbed her folds through the seat of her underwear, the wetness of the material making his cock throb in his pants. His fingers continued with the slow, torturous assault, his index finger pushing against her soaked panties and dipping into her wanting hole. Her back arched against him once more, her eyes closing tightly, her hands clinging onto him for dear life as he harassed her with his racy digits. His long fingers slid upwards to find her little button. The little button that once pressed, had her completely submitting to him.

He loved to press that little button.

He rubbed her sensitive little nub as his mouth abandoned her one red, swollen nipple, his lips wrapping around her other nipple, his tongue circling the pebble before prodding it right in the center, a surprised moan shooting from her mouth. She clamped a hand over her mouth to subdue the noises that escaped her, the dual stimulation from her husband on her nipples and clit making it difficult for her to compose herself. Goku grinned against her breast, listening to the pleasing sounds that came from his wife, his crafty fingers pulling her underwear to the side, a slick finger delving straight into her moist opening.

"Oh ... yes" her throaty voice came out in streams of breathless gasps, her husband's thick finger pumping slowly in and out of her, his sharp canines tugging at her raw, twinging nipple. Her hips twitched as he sped up his movements, the ball of his palm rubbing at her clit, sending her into a euphoric trance with heavy eyelids and an open mouth. He ceased his assault on her nipples, his head tilting up to observe her as she thrashed about beneath him, his name coming out in ragged pants through the gaps in her fingers as she smothered her mouth with her hand.

She looked absolutely beautiful. And he needed her.

He suddenly retracted his obtruding finger, his sinful eyes meeting hers as he sucked off her creamy coating. Chichi whined for him, disappointed that he had pulled away from her.

"Goku" she grumbled, a cute frown forming on her face, her cheeks flushed a crimson red, her once neat bun now completely undone as her hair sprawled around the floor. He silenced her with a searing kiss, his now free hand making quick work of untying his sweatpants and yanking them down slightly, his large hand unfurling the beast from his boxer shorts.

"Mmm" he hummed against her plump lips, "Don't worry, I'm not done with you yet". He gave her a quick peck at the corner of her mouth before hooking her one leg in his arms and pushing his throbbing shaft inside of her. Chichi sucked in a breath at the intrusion, his large size overwhelming as he went in as deep as she would allow him. It took her a moment to get her breath back, her lust-drunk eyes catching his, the animalistic look on his face making her heart race.

He had always been a big boy ... but 7 years was a long time without him. She needed time to adjust to him again. They had only managed to share a few moments of intimacy since his return, their youngest son and Goku's second shadow being the reason for the lack of it. But they took every moment they got, with no hesitation and no complaints. This was one of those moments, and although Chichi was conscious of the fact Gohan was still awake reading, she was not about to stop her delectable Saiyan from taking her on the floor.

"You okay?" he whispered to her, his nose nuzzling the size of her face as he allowed her a moment to accommodate him. She wrapped her sinewy arms around his thick neck and gazed into his dark pupils.

"Never better" she husked. Goku smirked and withdrew his pulsing member, then briskly slamming it back in, his little wife gasping, her eyes closing, her eyelids fluttering as he began a slow pace of loving her. He had missed this. This beautiful, vulnerable intimacy with his wife. He had missed her smell, her taste, her touch, the feel of her as she sucked him in, the sounds that escaped her naughty little mouth.

Their eyes met once again, an intense stare through heavy eyelids as they moved their hips together, her pelvis meeting every one of his strong thrusts. His powerful body shook her entire frame with every slam of his hips, her breasts bouncing, haggard breaths spilling, hands grabbing at the clammy skin of his back. His left arm still had her thigh hooked around his lean waist, his body putting all his weight onto his right elbow as he continued into her, his right hand gripping the back of her head, her messy tresses entangled in his fingers as he picked up the pace.

She placed a hand upon his warm cheek, her thumb grazing the soft contour of his mouth as she breathed heavily, her warm breath fanning his face and tickling his lips, the sensations she was giving him only adding to the raging fire in his loins. He let his left hand wander again, needing to feel every inch of her perfect body, to palm every bit of her tender flesh, to caress every stretch mark that she inwardly loathed but he openly cherished.

His thumb rubbed at her bottom lip, and lazily trailed down her throat, her skin prickling at his touch, her throaty moans vibrating against his thick digit. Her one hand gripped him at the back of his head, his wild mane imprisoned by her desperate fingers as her other hand clawed at his sweaty back as his hips grinded against her so fucking perfectly that he consistently jabbed at her sweet spot, his small bit of rough pubic hair brushing against her pounding clit.

He rested his forehead against hers, his breathy gasps mingling with hers, his sharp teeth tugging at her bottom lip, his hips slamming against hers at a ruthless speed. She could smell the salt from his sweaty skin, his natural Earthy scent also filling her nostrils as he put his weight onto her, his gruff groans arousing her further.

She cried for him as she came, her eyes squeezing shut, her fingernails scraping at his back, her legs quivering as they pressed tightly around his waist. He muffled her cries with his wanting lips as he wildly bucked against her and clamored for his own pent up release. He grunted against her lips as his body tensed and hips twitched and he released himself into her. She gazed at him through heavy lids as he lost himself in her, his lips still gently grazing hers, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he slowly continued to pump his hips and fill her.

Chichi sighed contently as his hips came to a stand still, his nose lovingly nudging hers as he caught his breath. She smiled tenderly at him before softly planting her lips onto his, the sweet kiss making his heart soar.

"I missed you so much" he whispered to her as he pulled his lips from her, his one hand raking through her messy hair.

"I missed you so much, too" she gently returned. He grinned and gave her a quick smacker on the lips, making her chuckle, before he pushed his body off her and hovered above her. She cocked an eye brow at him, wondering what he was up to.

"What are you doing?" she chuckled out, the frisky look on his face amusing her.

"I didn't finish my exercises" he chirped, before dipping back down into a push up again and stealing a kiss before pushing himself back up. He continued this for a few moments, his little wife giggling as he attacked her with little kisses to her lips, cheeks and nose as he continued his evening exercise, his nakedness as he bobbed up and down sending her into hysterics as his flaccid member flopped around for all to see.

"Goku" she squealed, "The boys" she managed to speak through her laughter. He beamed childishly at her, his teeth then tugging at her ear lobe when he bent down to her again.

"They're fast asleep" he informed her, licking her cheek playfully.

Thank Kami her innocent, sweet boys were asleep. They did not need to see this, she thought.

"I love you, you silly man" she chuckled out as he nipped at the tip of her nose.

"I love you, too" he murmured.