*Warning - VERY mature content! Merry Christmas ;)
It was Christmas Eve, and Goku smiled triumphally as he stood on the roof of his house, the Christmas lights finally on display after being covered in snow. There had been a massive downpour through the night, and for most of the morning, so much that it completely smothered their rooftop lights. So, like the hero he was, he was straight out there to rescue the little multicolored bulbs from the wrath of Jack Frost!
"I did it!" he cheeped out proudly down to his young son.
"Alright, dad!" Goten exclaimed from the snowy garden.
But, as he went to take a step towards the edge of the roof, he failed to see a line of lights, still covered in some snow, his boot digging under the wire, making him trip over and lose his balance.
"Aw, crap!" Goku shrieked as he fell from the roof, his one leg getting tangled up in the Christmas lights and, luckily, abruptly stopping him from hitting the ground. He groaned as he hung upside down just a few inches from the snowy ground.
"Dad, mom said we're not allowed to use swear words" Goten reminded his father as he approached him. Goku turned his head to see his son.
"Maybe we don't tell ya mom 'bout that" Goku suggested to his son, who nodded with a little smile.
"Goku! What are you doing?" Goku's body jumped at his wife's question as she stood just outside their front door, hands perched on her hips awaiting his answer.
"Uh … nothin'?" Goku replied with a lopsided grin.
"Sure looks like nothing" she shook her head as she walked over to her boys, "Honestly, Goku, you can fight evil tyrants and move at the speed of light, but you let a set of Christmas lights take you down"
Goten giggled and Goku gave her a frown.
"Come on, balance yourself on your hands and I'll help you out" she instructed her husband. Goku did as he was told and planted his palms on the cold ground and held himself up in a handstand as his wife untangled his leg from the lights. A few moments later his leg was freed and he let his both legs down and stood himself up.
"The all powerful Super Saiyan. What would you do without your little human wife, huh?" She teased him, nudging his side with her elbow.
"I'd be a mess" he told her gently, a warm smile across his handsome mug as he stared at her. Chichi felt her cheeks flush as she caught his gaze, his words making her heart skip a few beats. Goku grinned at her bashfulness and gave her one of his signature winks, making her feel light headed.
And he would be.
He'd be a total mess. The kinda mess you couldn't clean up by yourself.
Goten watched in wonder as his parents stared at each other, his little innocent mind trying to understand why they were looking at each other like that. His mother suddenly cleared her throat and playfully slapped his father's one bicep through his thick coat.
"Come on, I've made us some hot chocolate and the cookies are almost cooled" she told them both before walking back towards the front door.
"YEAH! COOKIES!" Goten practically screamed, running after his mother. Goku chuckled and followed his family closely behind and into the warmth of their home.
After hot chocolate, cookies and laughter, Goten enjoyed opening his Christmas Eve box, putting on his new Christmas Pyjamas which were red with little green Christmas trees all over them. He also had a new story book and some chocolate coins.
He sat and read his book with his father on the sofa whilst Chichi started to prep some of the food for their family tomorrow. Gohan and his family were attending, and so was Videl's father, Buu, Piccolo (although he didn't eat the food) and her father, too. There was a lot to do, so she wanted to get a head start.
Goten then reminded his parents that they couldn't forget the snacks for Santa and his reindeers, so, Chichi urged him to put it all out ready at the fireplace. Goten eagerly complied and set out a plate of cookies and a glass of milk for Santa and a small plate of carrots for the reindeers.
After a large delicious meal and a relaxed evening watching a Christmas movie, Chichi told Goten it was time for bed.
"Aw, but I'm not tired! Can't I have 5 more minutes? Please?" He moaned, his eyes shifting to his father, knowing his little innocent face would win him over. Goku almost pouted at his little son's face.
"You want Santa to come, don't you?" Chichi asked him. Although Goten was older now, 10 years old to be precise, he still had a very young, innocent mind and was sure Santa was still real. Trunks had made fun of him, telling him he wasn't real, and it upset Goten, but Chichi and Goku both pushed that the whole magical idea of Santa was the real deal. Chichi had a feeling deep down that Trunks thought Santa was real, too, but he was just trying to be cool about it. He was Vegeta's son after all.
"Yeah" he grumbled in response to his mother.
"Then off to bed, Mr." his mother chirped. Goten started giggling when his father grabbed him by his one leg and dragged him off the sofa, throwing him over his broad shoulder.
"Alley-Oop! Off to bed we go!" Goku declared as he marched off towards Goten's bedroom with his little son laughing on his shoulder. Chichi shook her head amusedly and followed her boys to Goten's room.
Goku plonked his carbon copy onto his bed, the two of them then engaging in some play fighting, Goten erupting with laughter when his father started tickling him.
"Alright, you two, that's enough now, it's time for bed" Chichi ordered gently as she entered the room. Goku winked at his son before pressing his index finger to his little forehead and pushing him back against his pillows. Goten giggled and lay still as his father pulled the covers up to his chin and tucked him all in.
"Now, make sure you go straight to sleep so Santa can deliver your presents" Chichi sweetly told her son before giving him a big hug and kisses to his cheek.
"Momma" he chuckled out as she gave him a few more kisses. Chichi pulled back and affectionally combed his messy bangs from his face.
"Goodnight, baby" she softly told him.
"Night, momma" he returned, another bout of laughter spilling from his lips when his father tickled him under his chin before kissing his forehead.
"Night, kiddo" Goku told him as he got up from his bed and walked towards his bedroom door.
"Night, daddy" he quietly spoke back before closing his eyes. Goku smiled warmly at his little son before turning out his light and leaving his room, closing the door behind him.
Their Christmas traditions continued as Chichi got out two wine glasses and a bottle of fruity Wine from the Kitchen, whilst her husband played the most important part of the evening - Santa Claus! Chichi walked towards the living room and leant up against the door frame as she watched her burly husband waltz in, fully dressed in the big man's red costume, beard and all, with a massive sack of presents over his shoulder. She chuckled lightly to herself, he looked so funny with that fake beard, and she knew it irritated him on his face, but he still played along every year for his son.
And it was all his idea. He wanted to be Santa Claus, and had done since Gohan was a child. After really learning about Christmas from Chichi and the different family traditions that she knew of, he wanted to keep the magic of Christmas alive by dressing up as Santa. He figured if any of his boys ever woke up and caught him putting out their presents, that they would be so excited to see Santa in their living room! He didn't want to get caught by his kids, but it was one way to keep the magic alive if he ever was caught.
Gohan caught him once, when he was 4, the last Christmas they shared before their lives were completely turned upside down. Goku managed to usher little Gohan back to bed after the little boy's initial excitement, and he promised to go straight back to sleep so that Santa could finish delivering his presents for him. The next time Goku dressed up as Santa was 2 years later, after the ordeal on Namek and his time away on Yardrat. However, Gohan didn't buy it anymore. Gohan had grown up so quickly, and he was too smart for his own good. He knew it was him when he caught him that night. He played a fool and just like he did 2 years previous, he promised to go back to bed so 'Santa' could finish delivering his presents. Goku knew that his son knew it was him, and it saddened him somewhat. His son had grown up so much and he had missed it.
So, knowing he got the chance to do it all again with Goten, brought so much excitement to Goku. He'd missed 7 years of Goten's life, but was quick to catch up on it! Now, Goten had never caught him on Christmas Eve, not once! That little guy slept like a log, just like Goku did, and there was nothing in the world that could stir him in the night. But, the big difference between his two boys, was that Goten still had a very innocent mind and a child-like perception. It wasn't taken from him, like it was with Gohan. Goku regretted how that was stolen from Gohan, so he did everything within his power to keep that fire alive for Goten.
Goku emptied the sack of presents onto the floor and carefully placed them one by one under their Christmas tree. Chichi ambled into their living area with the wine bottle and glasses in hand and she contently flopped down onto the sofa. She placed the bottle and two glasses on the coffee table and waited for her husband to finish stacking the presents under the tree.
"There we go! That's the lot" Goku declared before standing up, hands on his hips as he proudly inspected his work.
"Don't forget the milk and cookies" Chichi reminded him. He turned to face his wife, taking note of her rather revealing ensemble. She was fully covered in a white satin robe, or at least covered just above her knees, but it was shorter than her normal gowns, and tighter too, which meant only one thing - it was almost time for mommy and daddy time. He grinned and saluted her before making a beeline for the fireplace. Chichi shook her head amusedly at him as he devoured the plate of cookies in record time, even chomping on the reindeer's carrots.
"You didn't have to eat the carrots, you know. I could've used them tomorrow" she told him with an entertained smile. Goku chomped down on some of his last carrot, his eyes on his wife.
"If I'm gonna be Santa Claus, then I gotta do it properly!" he spluttered out. Chichi ignored the spluttering of carrots.
"But, Santa Claus doesn't eat the carrots" she pointed out. She observed as her husband suddenly pulled out what looked like a small red ball from inside his red jacket, and he stuck it on the tip of his nose. He winked at his wife.
"Gotcha covered! Just call me Rudolph" he grinned before taking another bite of the carrot. Chichi burst out laughing, not expecting that at all. That was a new trick of his! Goku ate the last bit of the vegetable before reaching for the milk and necking it back. He let out a satisfied sigh and placed the empty glass back on the fireplace, ready for Goten to see in the morning. He then strolled over to her, feeling rather proud of himself, his little wife still chuckling at his antics.
"You're so silly" she chuckled out, as her husband dropped down next to her on the sofa.
"Ya love it, though" he let her know. She gave him a smile before poking at his soft red nose.
"And where did you get this from?" she wondered curiously, noting that the little red ball was in fact a little cotton ball, soft and fluffy like a pom pom. And somehow he had managed to stick it to his nose. She wasn't sure she wanted to know how he'd done that.
"Your sewin' box" he admitted with a playful smile.
"And what were you doing in my sewing box?" she giggled out.
"Nothin'" he said sheepishly.
"You sure like doing a whole lot of nothing, Son Goku" his gaze shifted from playful to naughty in the blink of an eye at her words.
"Ya know that's not my name" his husk voice made her breath hitch in her throat.
"It's not?" she played along. Her husband slid closer to her, pressing his body against hers, his lips ghosting over hers.
"Say it" he whispered, "Say my name"
"Santa" she breathed. She felt her heart thumping in her chest at the devious smile that spread across his face. Oh, he knew that it was a little kink of hers when he dressed up as Santa, but it was a kink of his when she called him by that name.
"Good girl" he whispered back. He abruptly stood from the sofa, towering over her, pointing at the wine and glasses, "Grab 'em" he told her. Chichi did as she was told and quickly grabbed the wine bottle and glasses. She let out a small shriek in surprise when her large husband grabbed her and slung her over his shoulder, just like the sack of presents moments ago.
"Goku, what are you doing?" she giggled out.
"Gonna open one of my Christmas presents early" he told her thickly. Chichi wasn't sure if he was being serious or not, but when they passed the Christmas tree and he didn't grab a gift, she knew he meant her.
He kicked their bedroom door shut when they entered the dimly lit room, before playfully throwing his wife onto their bed. She bounced on the comforter, laughter escaping her lips, her hands up in the air to save the wine and glasses.
"Goku, I could've dropped them" she accused. Her laughter rapidly ceased when she realised her big, strong husband was stripping off his red Santa coat, revealing nothing but a mountain of muscle beneath it. As she sat up on their bed, she felt her thighs squeeze together involuntarily as she gaped at him, his incredible, muscular body making her swoon. She quietly ogled him as he approached her, kicking off his black boots and throwing the itchy beard aside before kneeling at the foot of the bed, looming over her. She choked on her laughter when he comically flicked the little Rudolph nose from his own nose.
He silently took the two wine glasses from her hand and sat them on the table next to her side of the bed, before taking the wine bottle as well. Goku latched onto the cork with his teeth and he pulled it from the neck of the wine bottle, a little 'pop' sound echoing in the quiet room. He turned his head to the side and blew the cork out of his mouth, sending it flying across the room.
"You know you're gonna have to find that, right?" His wife told him seriously. Goku simply stared down at her as he tipped the wine bottle up and chugged it at the corner of his mouth. He swallowed the rather fruity liquid down his throat before planting the bottle on Chichi's bedside table.
"Ya want me to go look for it now?" He questioned her, his voice deepening in a way that made her entire body shiver with desire as he lowered himself on top of her. His little wife uttered no words as he playfully nudged her nose with his own, his lips then pressing gentle kisses to her cheek and jaw.
Chichi moaned delightfully.
"Didn' think so" he whispered against her ear.
Chichi gasped as his sharp canines skimmed across her skin, his teeth then biting down onto her flesh, making her cry out, her finger nails driving into the bare skin of his back with brutal force, making him groan against her neck.
"Oh, Santa" she groaned as he nipped and kissed at her shoulder.
"Mmm, you taste so good, Mrs. Claus" he whispered against her skin, dragging his tongue up her neck before tugging at her ear lobe with his teeth.
"Kiss me" she ordered him breathlessly. He slammed his lips against hers, a muffled, satisfied moan vibrating against his lips as he sensually moved them against hers. His large hands grasped her by her hips, pressing against them and kneading them in his palms with every buck of his hips, his rising member rubbing against her heat through his pants, already driving both of them crazy.
His hands slowly descended, gripping at the hem of her white, satin robe, his fingers pulling the soft material up her thighs, revealing her toned, creamy legs. Chichi gasped against his hot mouth, his teeth pulling at her bottom lip as he pulled her robe up and over her hips, his one hand then sifting back down to tease her through her wet, red, lacey panties.
"Mmm, these are new" he gruffly acknowledged as his middle finger swiped along her slit through her underwear.
"Well, you did say you wanted an early Christmas present" she hoarsely responded to him. Her response thrilled him, it must have with the way his sultry gaze threatened to ruin her, his deft fingers pulling her little panties to the side before his middle finger dipped into her dewy entrance.
"Oh, Goku, yes" she whined, throwing her head back against the pillows. Faster than she could comprehend, he had her wrists imprisoned in his steel grip, and pinned above her head, his mouth inches from hers as he spoke hotly to her.
"I already told ya, that's not my name. You know what to call me" his words spilled from his lips like hot velvet, making her body squirm and her clit tingle.
"You're a naughty girl, not callin' me by my name. Naughty girls don't get presents" he rasped against her lips, his breath making her lips prickle, his eyes locked onto hers in a predatory gaze.
He wasn't always like this. It took some time for him to understand what role playing was and why people wanted to do it. And it took some more time for him to actually do it and get good at it. But once he did grasp it, he left no crumbs.
"What are you gonna do to me?" she breathlessly questioned him, her mouth dry as she watched him suck off her cream from his finger. She sat back, almost short-winded, watching as her powerful man stood up from the bed and removed the rest of his festive outfit, all except his red hat, his large hands gripping her by her ankles and dragging her to the foot of the bed. She craned her neck, her eyes in a daze as she watched him open her robe before hooking his fingers under the thin waistband of her silky panties and then drag them slowly down her legs, his eyes not leaving hers as he fully removed them from her body. Her legs were spread and her calves dangled off the bed as he crouched down in between them.
"Think I'm gonna have'ta teach you a lesson" he murmured, before dipping his head and delving his tongue into her folds. Chichi groaned, her eyes crossing, her fingers gripping at the bed sheets as his tongue plunged deep inside of her. He licked up her slit, sucking each of her puffy folds before delving back in again, his one hand pressing down on her inner thigh to keep her there, his other hand reaching up to grope a satin covered breast.
She withered and bucked her hips as his salacious tongue slowly slid up to her throbbing clit, his hot tongue circling it, tormenting her before fully capturing it in his mouth and sucking it hard. Her hands found his untamed hair and desperately clung to his thick, spiky locks, forcing his face deeper into her folds. She ground her hips against his greedy mouth, pure rapture coursing through her body like flames catching to a trail of spilled oil.
"Oh, yes, right there" she mewled, arching her back, his torturous tongue almost shattering her as he licked and sucked at her sensitive little nub. She felt one of his thick digits enter her warmth, setting the pace hard and fast as he pumped in and out of her, his tongue still working her swollen clit, his one hand tugging at her soft bra, freeing a hardened nipple so he could pinch it and roll it between his fingers.
A strangled cry escaped the depths of her throat when she came, so loud she had to grab a pillow from her husband's side of the bed to cover her face and muffle her cries. Goku smirked against her twitching clit as he continued to lap at it, her muffled cries for Santa making his cock jump against his thigh. He dragged his tongue back down her folds and dipped back into her tight opening, moaning in delight at the taste of her essence. Mmm, she tasted so good.
"Oh, Santa, please" she whimpered, fruitfully pushing at his head. He sniggered and gave her trembling lips one last kiss before chomping on her inner thigh, making her squeal.
"Goku!" She gasped out, her eyes narrowing on the culprit. He chuckled against her thigh, letting her get away with the slip of his name, before kissing her thigh better and resuming his sweet kissing journey all the way up to her chest. She sighed, completely content as he loved her body with his soft lips, his eager hands pulling her other breast free of its constraint so he could suckle on it.
"Mmm" she murmured, enjoying the feel of his mouth on her sensitive teats, her fingers raking through his unruly hair and massaging his scalp just how he liked it, making him purr. As he slowly kissed up her body, she felt his heavy length drag up against her prickling skin, his hand diving down to grope it and rub himself off slightly as he nibbled at her candied nips.
"Santa, are you touching yourself?" She sensually asked him, pushing her hips up so she could grind herself against his throbbing need, "'Cause I thought Santa was supposed to be good, so you shouldn't be touching yourself". He silenced her with a breathtaking kiss, turning his head to slant his mouth over hers so he could shove his tongue deep into her minty depths. Her fingertips dug into his scalp as their tongues intertwined, the fervent kiss making them both flustered, the taste of herself sending her mind reeling.
"I'm Santa Claus" he reminded her when he pulled his lips from hers, "I can do whatever the fuck I like"
"Goku, language" Chichi breathlessly chided him, breaking character for only a moment.
"It's just you and me here" he reminded her once more, his teeth nipping at her jaw line.
"Still" she gasped out when she felt his large shaft prodding her moistened entrance.
"Still nothing" he rasped, pushing himself up and aligning himself ready to pummel her, "Don't act like ya don't like it when I talk to ya like that" he cocked an eye brow, the most delicious, naughty smile spreading across his handsome face, his tongue licking along the back of his top teeth suggestively.
She smirked. She couldn't stay mad at him, 'cause where was the lie?
"So" he started, his large, calloused hands caressing and kneading the curves of her hips, his bell-end rubbing against her folds, "Have you been a good girl this Christmas, or not?"
"No" she crudely responded, a playful glint in her eye as she reached up and tugged his red hat from his head and carefully positioned it on her own. Goku bit his lip. Oh, his little wife wanted to play.
"Is that so?" His voice was like melted chocolate as it drizzled off the spoon, making her spread her legs even wider for him. Good job she did, 'cause as soon as she spread those thighs, he slammed his cock deep inside of her.
He completely took her breath away, her eyes wide and riddled with pure lust for her boisterous man. She moaned her gratification as he ground his hips against her, slowly, agonisingly slowly, but so hard and so deep it made her see stars. She clawed at his traps when he picked up the pace, his lips seducing her neck, his nimble hands all over her heated body. His lips found hers again in a heated desperation, his palms roughly kneading her breasts, his hypnotic movements becoming more feral.
Chichi wailed against his mouth when he thrusted into her with brutal force, her fingernails digging into the taut flesh of his back making him shiver, goosebumps spreading across his balmy skin, his nipples hardening.
"Santa" she barely managed to gasp out, "I want more" she growled. Goku ceased his pounding and roughly gripped her by the front of her robe, yanking her to him so he could ravage her mouth with his once again.
God alive, she loved being manhandled by him.
Their tongues danced, his one hand grasping her at the back of her head as he rapidly ripped the robe from her wanting body, discarding it to the floor somewhere. He licked his lips and swiftly slipped out of her, spinning her over and slamming her onto her stomach. He tooted her ass up and held her hip with his one hand, before guiding his dick back inside of her with his other.
Mmm, yes, this was better.
He held her tightly as he ploughed into her with strength that would have a lesser woman begging him to stop. But she begged him to keep going, to fuck her, to ride her hard like Santa's sleigh. Goku couldn't help but snort out a little laugh at that comment. His little wife was funny. He bent over her so his chiseled chest was flush against her naked back, his teeth digging into the skin of her shoulder, his one hand wandering south to tease her clit.
"Fuck!" she cursed, the hunger in her belly rumbling a rapturous roar as her release become ever nearer and that craving become ever closer to being quenched.
"I thought I wasn't allowed to say that word, so how come you're allowed to say it?" he breathed against her ear.
"It's your fault! You're a bad influence" she choked out as he lunged her body back and forth violently, her breasts bouncing out of her bra, her messy hair swinging around her shoulders, the whimpers pouring out of her mouth turning into full on screams.
And he didn't stop. He didn't stop until she screamed his name at the top of her lungs and her convulsing walls gripped him like a vice, sending him over the edge and milking him of everything he had. He grunted into her back as his hips spasmed against her, his fingertips digging into the flesh of her hips, his load streaming inside of her, her screams so loud he had to force her face into the pillows to mute them.
Her small body trembled from her aftermath in his arms, his hot breath fanning her skin as he panted through the remnants of his own orgasm, his hips idly pumping in and out of her as his body slowed down and his heart tried to calm. He caught his breath, his gentle hands rubbing her hips, his body still as he nuzzled the back of her head with his nose, inhaling her scent. He could feel her heart pounding through her back as his sweaty chest lay against it.
"You okay, Mrs. Claus?" He whispered against her clammy, porcelain skin before planting a soft kiss to her shoulder blade.
"Uh-huh" she barely murmured out making him chuckle, her face completely covered by her messy hair and his Santa hat, which amused him that it even stayed on after what he just did to her.
"Good, 'cause I ain't done ridin' you yet" he quipped, slapping her one ass cheek, making it jiggle.
Chichi blew out a weak laugh into the pillows.
"But first, I want a snack" he told her before jumping off of her. Chichi snorted at him before turning back over onto her back.
"You and that stomach of yours"
"What? Sex makes me hungry" he shrugged as he kicked the blanket on the ground out of his way as he searched for his pants.
"Everything makes you hungry" she reasoned.
He grinned, that cute little dumbstruck look of his making her heart melt. Chichi couldn't stop giggling when he jumped around to get his Santa slacks back on and quickly threw on the jacket, leaving it unbuttoned.
"Make sure Goten doesn't catch you like that" she chuckled out, taking note of his disheveled appearance.
"Heh, don't worry, Goten won't know what Santa been doin' to mommy" he winked at her.
He suddenly hesitated and turned to face a blushing Chichi and grinned, before plucking his hat from her head and roughly forcing it back onto his wild head of hair. He pointed at the unfinished bottle of wine before speaking.
"Pour us a glass an' I'll be back! Ho Ho Ho!" His deepened voice boomed, making Chichi laugh even harder as he scurried out of the room.
He hurried to the kitchen in search of some snacks, but what he didn't know, was two little innocent eyes were watching him, the biggest smile on the little child's face.
Goten was in shock as he stared at the back of the man! He Couldn't believe it! It was Santa Claus! He was in his house! And he must've really liked mommy's cookies because he was going back for more!
Trunks was not going to believe this! He couldn't wait to tell him!
Goten decided to be a good boy and hurry back to bed, so that Santa could finish his delivery of presents! He was so excited, though! He couldn't wait to wake up Christmas morning!
Goku grabbed what he went into the kitchen for and swiftly returned to his bedroom. He kicked the door closed once again with his foot and pounced on the bed with a plate towered with cookies.
"Goku!" Chichi scolded with a laugh.
"What? They are so good! I got extras for later, too!" He gleamed making her roll her eyes. Chichi handed him a glass of wine and as she reached for hers on her nightstand, she noticed the time and it had just gone midnight.
"Would you look at that, it's officially Christmas" she told him with a gentle smile. Goku returned the sentiment and held his glass to hers.
"Merry Christmas, honey" he softly told her.
"Merry Christmas, Santa".
