Before we begin, I have to give my sincerest thanks to Kaeli-san, Sylv-chan, Rebecca-san and Yasai-san for pre-reading for me. They have really helped to get rid of some of the glitches that bug fic writing. Thank you everyone.
The Past: Year 786 (2 years after the end of Dragon Ball Z, since Goku left to train Uub.)
Scene: Outside the Son house, where Goku teleported with Chichi.
Chichi laughed at her husband. Despite everything which had happened to him, he was still so innocent, so trusting and so open. And she still loved him so much, even if he had been gone for two years. She looked up at him through eyes half closed in coy suggestion. "I think you owe me a little bit of time now."
He looked back at her with wide eyes. "Oh, sou ka?" Goku looked at her, looking up and down in a significant manner. "I think it's a little difficult through all those weapons," he responded to her suggestion.
"Oh," Chichi purred, reaching for the ribbon of bullets and pulling it over her head. "I think I can fix that," she added as she let the bullets fall to the ground. They chimed musically against each other.
Goku reached out and took Chichi's waist, pulling her closer to him. "Let me help you with them," he breathed into her ear, almost laughing before he muzzled into her neck. His hands were working at the buckle of her belt.
Chichi embraced her husband, straining into him before she ran her hands over his gi, down his back and brought them back around to between them. She was still far too over dressed for this. She loosened the tie of her katana, allowing it to fall to the ground as Goku got her belt undone. The spare magazines and her hand guns fell to the ground with a clatter but she didn't even notice.
Goku's hands traveled up and he took her head, massaging gently with his finger tips. He leant forward and kissed her forehead as he dug his fingers through her hair, searching for the pins which held it in place. "You smell good," he murmured as he gently tugged the first pin free with his teeth.
She moaned in response. His hands felt so good in her hair and the best was yet to come. She was busy with the buckle of the bazooka and personal missile launcher. It was a complicated four-way tie and she almost regretted wearing it now. But with a click it came unfastened and the whole weight fell from her body. Now, all that remained were those knives in her boots but they could wait a little. Goku finished with the last pin and she felt the whole arrangement come loose and tumble, uncoiling down her back.
She looked up at him with almost feral possessive eyes and found looking back down at her. His black eyes had an intensity, a possessiveness that matched her own. They moved together. Goku driving down as Chichi almost jumped up to meet him in a passionate kiss that let him know exactly what his two years absence had meant.
"Goku-san," she breathed when they parted slightly, her hands tugging gently at the knot in his belt. "I should have come for you sooner."
"No, Chichi," he paused at undoing the frog clips which held her dress closed. It always amazed her how easily he dealt with them. "It was I who left. You should not have had to follow," he said into her hair. "I should have visited."
She looked up at him once more, before she closed her eyes and laid her head against his chest, hearing his heart beat. He was so warm. She felt his arms move to embrace her, even as she wrapped her arms around his torso. "But that is the past Goku-san. And this is now. And the future," she squirmed again in his arms, looking into his eyes again before she strained up to kiss him lightly. "And the future," she repeated. "The future is before us."
"Aa," he smiled, the same sweet innocent smile she had fallen in love with so long ago. "The future is before us," he murmured happily as he returned her kiss, once hand moving again to the fastenings on her dress as his other arm held her close.
Chichi managed to move her arms to his chest and slide her hands under is gi. Beneath his undershirt, she could feel his muscles, so hard and well formed. She traced along their curves, up to his shoulders, pushing his gi away. Goku paused for an instant at undoing her dress and gave her a brief kiss before he pulled back slightly to shrug his way out of the orange fabric. And then he moved his arms to his waist, criss crossing them and grabbing at his dark blue undershirt as he gave her a slightly apologetic look. "I'd bet to get rid of this," he said, lifting the shirt easily over his head before he let it fall to the ground. It didn't flutter like his gi but instead fell straight down, kicking up small puffs of dust as it landed.
"Goku-san!" Chichi looked up at him, slightly alarmed at the hole is shirt had made in the turf.
He looked at her with an apologetic smile, bringing one hand to scratch at the back of his head. "Daijoubou, Chichi. Kaio-sama just weights it for me." He waved the issue away with his free hand.
"Oh really?" She looked back at him though narrowed eyes, her face sporting a sly smile. "What else does he weight?" she breathed the question at him, as she moved back closer to him, allowing her hands to trace the lines of his muscles, as he worked the final fastening on her dress loose.
He pushed it down over her shoulders and she stood still with her eyes closed as he tugged it gently down and off her arms. He then slid the fabric over her hips. Even through her undergarments his hands were so warm, so soft. She could feel his presence looming over her and she felt so safe as his breath tickled through her hair.
As his hands moved back to her chest, to fumble with the ties on her undershirt, Chichi opened her eyes and once again resumed her work on his belt knot. She drove her small nails into the fabric, seeking purchase. As she worked, she laid her head against his bare chest and listened to his heartbeat. Goku tied the knots in the fabric far too tightly!
"Chichi," Goku giggled but he sounded almost consternated. "Your hair," he added, gently reaching up and brushing, stroking its silken length. He flicked it back over her shoulders before running his hands down her face and neck and continued to work at the fine knots which held her garment.
"Goku-san, is something wrong?" Chichi asked mischievously, picking up a lock of hair and brushing it gently over his chest.
"Gah! Chichi!" He protested. "That tickles," he managed to gasp through his giggles.
She laughed back at him. "Imagine that! The strongest warrior in the universe brought low by a wisp of hair that tickles!" She brushed the ends of her hair over him with every word. "You undid it!" she reminded him.
Goku's eyes suddenly focused and his laughter quietened although was still in his eyes and it still colored his tone. "I wouldn't say brought low," he teased back as he moved his hands to her waist and slipped them under her shirt. She shivered at his touch against her bare skin. He raised his hands, running his fingertips over her skin. He could feel the goose bumps rising under his finger tips. He paused briefly at her breasts to rub his thumbs over her nipples but he didn't linger, her shirt was hindering his movements. He pulled it up over her head and watched the shimmer of the sun through her hair as each strand came loose. "Chichi..." he sighed. She was so beautiful.
"Mmm," she responded as she finally managed to work the knot loose and began to tug at his pants.
He forestalled any more movement by wrapping his arms around her and drawing her close. "I still have to train for the future."
Chichi closed her eyes but returned his embrace. "I know," she whispered. She couldn't deny the truth of his words. "But training is useless unless you know what you are to protect. And while you are training, who is there to protect you?"
"I..." Goku's eyes opened wide. "I will always come to you." His eyes burned and lightened and for an instant power glowed around him.
"See that you do." She stopped any further conversation by taking his lips, her tongue daring his to come out and play. And the challenge was soon accepted. She worked at his pants and she felt him kick off his boots. He ran one hand over her breasts, touching, squeezing, teasing. His other hand worked at her pants, although her boots were going to be a problem.
He pulled back and looked at her through half closed eyes. "I think we need to get rid of those boots," he explained to her before he blurred for an instant. He looked back at her, tilting his head to the side as Chichi's eyes opened wide. Her feet were suddenly cold. She looked down at her bare feet. Her boots were beside them, sitting there as neatly as they would have been if she had placed them there herself. Goku grinned at her surprise before he reached for her again, and quickly worked the fabric of her pants down over her hips. "That's better," he murmured.
"You're a very useful husband," she smiled as her hands copied his movements. They both kicked aside their pants before they moved forward to each other. Chichi traced out his muscles, lightly running her hands over his body, working her way down. She massaged him gently, rubbing her hands back and forth along his length. "Goku-san," she whispered, leaning into him
Goku worked the other way. He stroked his fingers between her legs, caressing, exciting her most sensitive areas, even as she was brushing his. He slowly worked his way up and cupped her breasts, stroking each nipple with his thumbs, before moving his forefingers in to roll and squeeze at them.
Chichi gasped, closing her eyes, "Goku-san..!" She almost whimpered. "Now!"
She felt his arms wrap around her and Goku leaned down to kiss her as he fell back into the cushioning grass and pulled her down, after him, on to him but she didn't seem to mind his sudden presence. Chichi sighed happily as he filled her, tightening her arms around him and pressing her breasts firmly into his chest. She squirmed, fidgeting slightly to get him settled deep within her, closing her eyes and setting her head contentedly beneath his chin. But that was only for a moment.
"Goku-san," she sighed, twining her legs with his as she rolled over, on to her back, pulling him with her. She felt him tense as he automatically supported himself above her.
"Chichi," he said as he levered himself up, supporting himself on his elbows. She had his forearms pinned beneath her and her legs were wrapped so tightly around him that he couldn't move, although her muscles were massaging him.
"Aa?" Chichi questioned as she moved her hands to his head and began combing her fingers through his hair. She let her hands trace from his forehead to the tips of his pointy hair before they traveled back to begin again.
He didn't answer her question but instead lowered his head, mouth and tongue moving to suck, to swirl, to tease at her nipples.
"Goku-san!" she cries as she felt him touch her and her hands fisted in his hair.
His hands stroked her back and after a few minutes of playing with one nipple he raised his head and traveled across to the other.
"Goku-san!" she cried again, squeezing her eyes shut at the pleasure he was giving her. Her legs loosed their grip, enough for him to move slightly within her. "Goku-san," she said happily, opening her eyes and looking up into his turquoise gaze as he moved back and forth.
He abandoned her breast as he moved up, pushing into her and never letting his turquoise eyes leave her black eyes as he took her mouth, gently parting her lips to let his tongue meet hers in passion. He continued to move in a gently rhythmic manner, supporting his weight above her and she responded, pushing her body up and him in deeper.
Chichi closed her eyes as two tears escaped. Gentle. He was always so gentle, so caring. Goku pulled back slightly and looked down at her with genuine concern. He freed his hands to brush away her tears before he let them brush over the outline of her face. "Goku-san," she sighed.
"I never want to hurt you, Chichi," he whispered to her.
Her eyes opened with a flash of anger and she moved her hands to grip the sides of his head, forcing him to meet her eyes. Her black eyes bore into his turquoise eyes that seemed almost ashamed. She wound her legs around his waist and pulled him down into her. "You never have," Chichi hissed back at him. "You never have," she repeated as she pulled him fiercely to her, her mouth promising never to let him go.
"And you never will," she added, whispering into his ear as she felt his release trigger hers.
"You never will," Chichi repeated later as she snuggled against him in the afternoon sun, tucking her head in under his chin and enjoying the warmth of her husbands embrace as sleep claimed her.
Chichi woke to the tinkle of her weapons and her husband’s voice. He seemed amazed at something. As she rolled over she became aware of the blanket he had tucked around her and the cushioning pillow. She smiled. He could be so sweet.
"Ara! Chichi!" He turned to her as she opened her eyes. He was sitting
cross-legged, facing towards her with the personal missile launcher laying
over his lap. He had been watching her sleep but he was once again dressed
in his gi and boots. He looked down at her happily, "Chichi, what is this?"
he held the weapon out.
"It's a personal missile launcher, Goku-san," she explained.
"What does it do?" he asked curiously.
After she had managed to recover she looked up at him with a fond and happy smile. "It shoots explosives, kind of like ki blasts," she said, reaching out for her clothes.
He looked down at her movements. "Aa, sou desu. I think we should go back to Uub's village." The weapon was completely forgotten.
Chichi looked down for an instant. "I have to apologize to them," she said quietly.
Goku looked up at her words. He smiled. "Uub's people are great. You'll love them," he said passing over her dress before he began looking around for the hairpins he had discarded earlier.
A little while later she pinned the final strand of hair in place and stood before Goku. He looked down at her with a sweet smile, before his face turned serious. "I never want to hurt you, Chichi."
"You never will," she looked back up at him. He was so earnest. "If you come home from time to time," Chichi added with a wicked smile as he placed his hand on her shoulder and teleported them back to the village.
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Chapter 4: The Invitations Arrive