Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Early Morning of a Life Together ❯ Working it Out ( Chapter 9 )

Disclaimer: Dragon Ball Z was created by Akira Toriyama and is owned/licensed by Shonen Jump, Toei Animation Co. Ltd/Shuisha Bird Studios. None of the characters here are mine; I am only borrowing them for the story. This fan fiction is written by me for entertainment only, and is not meant to harm the anime/manga.

 

Early Morning of Our Lives together

Unlikely Advice

 

Holding tightly to Chichi with one arm he pressed fingers to his forehead. She prepared herself for the snatching sensation of instant transmission. Reality fizzled and dissolved away around them only to crackle back into place a second later.

 

Chichi yelped when she saw they were levitating high above the earth. "How do you navigate Goku without any minds to lock onto?" she asked.

 

"I sensed some of the ki of the birds up here. Nobody will bother us Chichi. Remember the last time we did this?" he whispered.

 

"One of these days I'm going to have to fly," Chichi realized. All those years of being married to the world's savior and she never learned. Mainly it was because she didn't want to remind herself of how different they were. After all, she had nimbus to fly on, so why bother learning another skill she would hardly use.

 

"I always DID wonder why you'd never asked me to teach you," Goku laughed. "But it's easy! Especially since I've given you some of my ki."

 

"Who says I don't know," Chichi quirked a brow. Goku blinked in shock.

 

"What?"

 

"Let me go," Chichi smirked, and then Goku released her in wonder. Chichi's ki surged, and he gasped in shock to see her levitating quite easily under her own power.

 

"When did you learn THAT?"

 

"I watched Goten and Gohan doing it, and realized how silly it was that I was the wife of the strongest man in the universe… and I couldn't fly? But I wanted to see the look on your face when you saw me doing it. I didn't want to try till I was sure I wasn't going to fall," Chichi laughed. Goku blinked, watching his wife suddenly drift backwards and gain altitude. Her yellow tunic billowed around her body as she spread wide her arms and flew away from him.

 

"Catch me, Goku sa!" she laughed. Goku then rocketed after Chichi, amazed that she had managed to keep this a secret from him for so long. All this time and he had no idea. It stunned him to realize her energy was slowly rising, even though he had given her a portion of his ki, he sensed she was boosting the rest on her own.

 

She ducked out of sight, and then felt someone phase in from behind. "Got you!" Goku laughed, catching her around the waist. She playfully writhed and then felt a golden energy crackling over her.

 

"What are you doing?" she gasped. "You're not turning… Super Saiyan are you?"

 

"Did you forget the fun we had with that?" he whispered. "I don't like it when you're scared of me, Chichi…"

 

"I know… but still… it does make me feel… scared… because you don't look like you… I mean you are my Goku… but you look so… not human…"

 

"I want you to turn around and see me," Goku whispered. Chichi turned in the air, under her own power to see Goku suddenly throw his head back.

 

"What are you doing?"

 

"This is something I've hidden from everyone, except Vegeta. And I don't want you to be scared of me in any form, Chichi. I don't want to hide things from you anymore. You flying just now…"

 

"I was only surprising you with that Goku, I wasn't trying to imply that… I mean you and Gohan hide things all the time…"

 

"This is different," Goku answered. "Watch. You need to see this so you won't be scared of me, if I ever have to go this far…"

 

"How far?" she asked.

 

"Fly back a ways," Goku said. "and cover your ears."

 

Chichi did so, levitating nearly a thousand feet between them as Goku waved her away. Then she saw his arms spread, and heard the loud cry emanating from his throat. Gold energies surged around him, cascading in gold flames. His hair flew upwards into that tower of spikes she feared and once loathed. Now she tolerated it and even became fond of the terrifying Super Saiyan powers he kept tightly shuttered. But to see blue lightening snaking around his forms she threw up her hands when she heard the intensity of his scream ringing in her soul.

 

Supernova brightly the power surged, and then she saw a terrifying vision that pounded her heart. Teal eyes shadowed by a prominent browridge regarded her. A long gold mane swung past his waist, crackling with white hot inner fire. His gi glowed like the surface of a furnace, the aura almost searing her with its intensity. Yet the burning subsided an instant later and Chichi's eyes round as saucers took in the latest development in her husband transformation.

 

"You needed to see this Chichi. I know you're scared of the power I wield. But you have to know I'd never hurt you. This is why I spent years in Otherworld. Learning to tame the abilities locked inside. Because of this…"

 

"You don't have to prove it to me anymore Goku," she said loudly.

 

"I know," he said, opening his arms to her as she flew into them. That golden cascade swirled backward, then surrounded them both like tendrils of an octopus wrapping around prey. Lost in the golden fibers Chichi felt momentarily frightened. Yet she was reassured the next moment because of massively strong arms enfolding her. Along with it traveled Goku's unique scent to her nostrils, telling her that this was indeed someone she should never fear. All irrational terrors evaporated when his lips covered hers firmly. Tasting his breath wafting into her mouth she sighed with desire.

 

Automatically Chichi tunneled her hands through the hair all around her once she folded her arms around his huge neck. As many years before his radiant aura never burned her. Rather it sparked the gulf in their life forces by providing a bridge anchoring their souls together. One might think that by drawing a mere human so close to a being of immense power would equate to a planet rimside of a supernova. However the comparison was false. Instead she felt like a flower flourishing under the branches of a vast oak tree, shading and safe from the elements. They completed one another in much the same way all creatures in an ecosystem wove together to create a flawless balanced habitat where life could exist for millions of years.

 

Chichi drowned in the comfort Goku's kiss offered, never feeling so safe in all her life. His true essence permeated her being, and she reached out to the questing thoughts ghosting across her mind. As before through physical contact Goku could read her thoughts and she his. Emotion, thought and consciousness merged before parting at the same time Goku released her so she could breath. Terrifyingly handsome were the first words she summoned through her pleasure numb brain to describe the face of a Super Saiyan 3. Giddy with joy she spent long minutes admiring the visage of her husband, the world's hero and savior of Chikyuu.

 

"Incredible," she chuckled, deep rich laugher pleasing Goku's ears.

 

Voice deep with throbbing power, Goku answered, "Well I guess this means you're not afraid of me transformed like this anymore?"

 

"Goku, dear, just WHAT were you saying again about how you CHANGE with each transformation?" she blinked lasciviously. Goku laughed in great booming peals like a tolling bell of a city clock. Everything transformed to a force of nature, and Chichi felt as if she were bathing in the ocean, riding on its waves rather then fighting its force. One could survive a tempest if they succumbed and swam instead of fighting against its flow.

 

Fortunately Chichi knew how to swim in circumstances metaphorical and real. Her husband would never intentionally hurt her. This she knew beyond any reasonable doubts at this time and onwards. Head tipping back she let Goku feed a steady stream of ki into her fragile body, reinforcing it for what was to transpire. Ever so carefully he increased her natural life force level, knowing full well that pouring so much into a small vessel too quickly would destroy her. Because her trust was open fully she could receive his gift.

 

Around Chichi the glow increased, so her own skins radiated much the same way his did. Her body hummed with the same vibration of power, increasing the density of her bones and the power of her flesh. For a moment she could swear she had never felt so healthy in all her life, and she eagerly reached for the sash around his waist. Goku still held onto her with one hand, using his other to unfasten her silk tunic and sash. Tugging his twin shirts up out of his waistband she hiked them up enough so she could smooth her hands over his glowing chest. His own massive fingers pulled aside the twin halves of her tunic before reaching around to find the bra fastenings. Chichi reached behind her, trusting in her own power to levitate so she could shift the garment upwards. Goku's tongue glided over her chest teasing the skin to tingling rushes. Chichi rubbed and massaged every rock hard muscle increasing to the bulk of a massive bodybuilder. Both of them looked at each other with a knowing smile.

 

"Now?" Goku rasped, aching for her.

 

"Now, Goku love," Chichi throatily purred.

 

Goku smirked, his hairless brow giving his expression a primal smugness that pleased her even more. Her nails sank into the hard flesh of his forearms and chest, drawing long scratches. Both their beings shone brightly, energies rising to fever pitch. Her dark eyes squeezed shut, and she screamed his name once more.

 

Goku tipped his golden mane head back, whispering her name. The energies of their kis erupted over the couple levitating a mile above Chikyuu. The explosion of light and ki swept like a tidal wave for a brief second, blindingly radiant. All beings capable of sensing ki blinked in momentarily alarm.

***

 

Miles away at Capsule, Vegeta blinked in irritation in his gravity room. "Dammit Kakkarot, only you could be so clumsy!" he growled. Suddenly his body tingled with the need for satiation. Shutting down his gravitron he mopped his still sweating brow. There was only one solution, and he almost flew down the hall to Bulma's lab.

 

"What brought that on, Vegeta?" Bulma shrieked in irritation as her Prince burst through the door.

 

"Thank that third class idiot friend of yours," Vegeta snickered, leaning in for a satisfying kiss. Scooping her up in his arms he turned around. Bulma's laughter joined Vegeta's on the way up to their bedroom.

 

***

Piccolo on Kami's lookout saw Dende blushing profusely. Shaking his head he tried to return to his meditation. Neither figured it would be easy.

***

Trunks and Goten smiled in mutual knowing that only young boys could. "Mommy just kissed Daddy," Goten giggled.

 

"You're such a toddler, Goten! Don't tell me your daddy didn't tell you," Trunks teased.

 

"I know all about that stuff, Trunks! It's just that if I say anything else, Mom would wash my mouth out with SOAP for a week!" Goten glared at him in return.

 

"As if she could hear you," Trunks chuckled.

 

"Your parents must be kissing too, cause I feel a big burst of ki just now," Goten started.

 

"Ugh, GROSS! Mom and dad Kissing…" Trunks protested. "Let's get OUT of here!"

 

"Whatever you say," Goten laughed. Both boys rocketed off to fly someplace away from the massive surges of ki.

***

Inside the Satan Mansion, Hercule hid behind the sofa. The whole world outside seared with blinding light and he cried, "What's going on? HELP!"

 

"Daddy…" Videl gasped.

 

"Videl, it's okay, it's not an attack!" Gohan grabbed her arm. Peering around the back of the sofa Hercule blinked at Gohan shifting uncomfortably where he sat on the sofa. He had moved apart from Videl a bit, and she could see him breathing deeply.

 

"Gohan, if it's not an attack," she trailed off, seeing the hungry gleam in his dark eyes.

 

"Videl… it's getting… hot in here…" he rasped.

 

"Someone wanna tell me what this is all about?" Hercule asked.

 

"Yes. And that's why they wanted to… hem be alone," Gohan admitted, mortified for the third time that day. Gohan and Videl fiercely blushed, sweat pouring down their foreheads to feel the massive ki surge. It didn't take a genius to figure out just who and what caused the temporary ki flare. Especially when Gohan sensed another following it of almost equal intensity from West City.

 

"Gohan… was that…"

 

"Uh huh," Gohan blinked, glancing away in embarrassment. "Mom and Dad…"

 

"Is that from your parents, Gohan?" Hercule realized. He ducked out from behind the sofa and made his way back to his recliner. Sitting down again, he reached for a cigar and his lighter.

 

"Sometimes I wonder if it was a good thing you taught me to sense ki," Videl mumbled, suppressing a hot blush of her own.

 

"Wow, that lucky sunofagun," Hercule guffawed, his mind making the connection.

 

"Dad, give me a break," Videl moaned, sharing Gohan's mutual discomfort. The mental image of anyone's parents doing something so natural tantalized those not related, and repulsed those who were.

 

"I think this is a good time to say that we'll WAIT a while before we… go THAT far…" Gohan broke the awkward silence.

 

"Yeah. Um… I think you and I get what I'm trying to say here," Hercule cleared his throat.

 

"Videl and I will make the decision in our own way, and in our own time," Gohan reassured him. Both he and his girlfriend took deep breaths, trying to calm themselves from the feelings they had just received from Goku and Chichi's energy surge.

 

"Um, how about the Taitans?" Videl brightly tried to change the subject. Hercule lit another cigar and shouted for a drink.

 

***

Bulma and Vegeta glanced at one another, sharing a satisfied smile. Bulma reached over to light a cigarette tucked between her lips. Vegeta folded his arms behind his head, sighing in the afterglow of an entertaining afternoon. He would have to thank Kakkarot for the sudden inspiration, even though he'd express it with a punch next time they sparred rather then a thank you.

 

Bulma set her cigarette in its ashtray, then turned over to face her purring husband. Vegeta reached down and stroked her belly thoughtfully. "You said Goku was responsible," she started, yet Vegeta's finger touching her lip silenced the rest of what she had to say.

 

"Not another word. Let me enjoy the rest of this without mentioning that idiot's name," Vegeta chided her. Reaching over, Bulma playfully ruffled his spiky cone of hair flaring over the pillow he rested his cheek in.

 

"Vegeta, are you trying to tell me something?" she asked.

 

"I'm half dreading the next nine months," Vegeta answered cryptically, giving her a frown.

 

"What was that, buster?" she said, pulling her hand back. Vegeta caught her wrist, then pulled it up to nibble on the back.

 

"How would you like another brat, Woman?" he smirked.

 

"Vegeta, give me a straight answer… you told me that it took a lot for Saiyan males to…"

 

"How about a daughter," Vegeta asked.

 

"You mean…" Bulma asked.

 

"And you'll probably give her another underwear related name," Vegeta snickered.

***

Both Gohan and Videl felt as if they had run through the wringer by the time mid afternoon rolled around. If their bodies were not worn out enough with their nocturnal Olympics the night before, this would have been enough to reduce them to a stupor. Gohan could not help thinking it was the price he paid pushing their relationship up a notch. Now as they continued to chat with Hercule in the sitting room, it had been all Gohan could do to convince Hercule that his intentions towards Videl were honorable. Had Chichi just complicated things by insisting on them getting married so soon? Videl tried to reassure him that it would all work out fine, but Gohan felt dubious.

 

"You seem fine Gohan, but I just want to remind you I'm gonna be watching you like a hawk," Hercule informed him with a waggle of his finger.

 

"I know, Sir," Gohan nodded knowingly. "I promise I'm not going to force Videl into anything she doesn't feel ready for."

 

"You'd better not. I like you, and your parents are cool by me too. But you owe it to my little girl to treat her right. And I'll make sure that you do, if you get my drift," Hercule informed him.

 

"I know. And that's why I wanted to reassure you that my mom can be a bit pushy… but the decision is Videl's and mine. And both she and I don't want to rush into anything before we're ready," Gohan said.

 

"You see Dad, he could have gone behind your back. But he's up front and honest, not trying to sneak around," Videl said.

 

"That's one of the reasons I've gone easy on him," Hercule winked at her, and she sighed. "But don't make me change my mind."

 

"Not at all," Gohan nodded. Slowly he rose to his feet, and stood to face daughter and father.

 

"Thanks for bringing her home. Next time you can come here to study. I've got a few rooms that would work well for that. But no funny stuff," Hercule leaned close to whisper.

 

"Oh no, not me. I don't want to have to take it into the ring," Gohan protested.

 

"Good. Glad we understand each other, man to man. I'll have the butler show you out when your parents get back," Hercule said.

 

"Thank you," Gohan sighed. Turning to Videl, he walked over and held out his arms for a hug. Hercule watched them carefully, only relaxing when he pressed a chaste kiss to Videl's cheek instead of the deeper one he wished they could share.

 

Videl was thankful for Gohan's 'good guy' persona immediately. He was treading a fine line, and somehow this mollified her father. Hercule led him to the front door, Videl walking partly behind him. When they arrived in the front lobby of the mansion, they saw Gohan's parents already waiting.

 

Chichi was tucking stray bits of hair into her usual bun while Goku ran his hand over the back of his neck. Both of them had that slight flush still indicating they had been having a lot of fun in Hercule's garden. Mortified, Gohan slouched a bit. He had not gotten much sleep the last night and knew he would be dead to the world. Although he wished he could see Videl again, he would be glad for the break. Both of them needed to cool off and reflect on what had happened.

 

Saying their good-byes, the Son Family took their leave of Hercule Satan. Once they pulled away, Hercule turned to his daughter. "Dad, you're okay with him, right?"

 

"I wouldn't have let him get away without a broken leg if I hated the guy, Videl," Hercule laughed. "His dad's a Boy Scout, and his mom's pretty feisty. But she's old fashioned, and I like that. I think I'm cool with you two getting more serious, only if you know WHAT you're getting into. I don't want you two getting into trouble…"

 

"Dad, I know what you mean," Videl blushed. "I'm 18 years old."

 

"Even though, you're still my little girl. No matter how grown up you are," Hercule reminded her. "And I want you to be happy, but I also want you to be careful. That kid's family is fine, but you two are going to get pretty distracted from college if you rush into this so fast!"

 

"Gohan's parents won't let that happen," Videl said. "His mom would have a stroke if Gohan fell behind in his studies. And she wont' let that happen to me either. And Goku's a Boy Scout, like you said before."

 

"True. But that doesn't mean I won't still be watching you two as much as I can," Hercule said.

 

"I'm going upstairs to study some more, Dad, if you don't mind," Videl said.

 

"That's fine, sweetie pie. You do that. Daddy has a press conference this afternoon, so you're on your own for dinner. Cook will fix you up something nice if you let her know in time what you want," Hercule said, giving her a big hug and a kiss to the cheek. Videl nodded, glad her father understood. He could have been far worse, but luckily, he had a lot of respect for Goku.

***

As she stretched out on her four poster canopy bed, Videl had a giddy smile on her face. She pulled up the memories of last night, feeling it was almost magical. Compared to the stories other girls had confessed about their first times, hers was very pleasant. Gohan held back a massive amount of strength, and had not given her so much as a bruise.

 

"I'm really in love with him," she soberly realized, flushing pink. The next moment she quickly leapt up and rushed to her bathroom. Scanning the counters, she realized she was missing something. Then Videl beat a trail back to where her book bag lay. Digging through the zipper part that held something else she pulled out the small tray of birth control pills. Her father had insisted she start taking them, because he guessed that she like many teens might fall to the temptation of sex. Videl had insisted she did not need them, but took them anyway to satisfy her father's protectiveness.

 

"I don't mind if you DO have fun, Videl. But I had better know who he is, and if he's weaker then me, FORGET IT. And if he EVER gets you into trouble, I'll flatten his face," she recalled him saying. "Just think of this as insurance."

 

"Jeez he practically ENCOURAGES me to have sex by insisting I take these. Or was he just showing in his way that he knows how things can be?" Videl wondered. Either way she counted the pills and was relieved to remind herself she had been faithfully taking them since age 16. Most girls in the school were encouraged to be on birth control since the incidences of pregnancy and sex were up.