Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Loose Ends ❯ Chapter One: Goku & ChiChi ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: Vejiita-chan, Goku-kun and their familiars are not mine. This story, and their attitudes and ideas within are mine, though. It's the only way I can claim some Saiya-jiin tail....*sigh* hehehe

Well, here it is! Here is Story #2 in my Songfic Series/Universe...whatever you want to call it. There will be two
chapters, total...this one, and the next. ^_^;; This chapter will be featuring Goku & ChiChi--something I've never done before, so let's hope that it turns out halfway decent.

The song included is 'If Tomorrow Never Comes' by Garth Brooks. I promise, this is the *last* country song I'll make a songfic with. But they just fit *soo* good! I was tempted to just call it my 'Country Songfic universe', but I've used others that aren't country. And the next chapter, which is Vejiita & Bulma, will feature a really cool song! *squee* Promise! At least I think it's cool...

Timeline: Sometime within the 'resting period' right before the Cell Games. Both chapters coincide with each other, so some events may overlap. Just a slight warning.

Okay, I've been babbling for far too long...let the games begin!

Gie-chan.

Loose Ends

~*~
Sometimes late at night
I lie awake and watch her sleeping
She's lost in peaceful dreams
So I turn out the lights and lay there in the dark
~*~

"Goku-saa! Are you almost done with your bath?"

"In a few minutes, ChiChi."

"Then I'm going to bed. Make sure you dump the water, and
put out the fire."

Goku rolled his eyes. She said that every time. "Hai, ChiChi.
Oyasumi nasai."

"Oyasumi nasai, Goku-saa."

His sensitive ears listened as she made her way up the stairs
and into their bedroom, and when the light turned off, he was safe to
think she was tucked under the covers. He let out a sigh and closed
his eyes, sore muscles soaking up the soothing heat of the water and
his spirit the sounds of the night. He could almost harmonize with
the crickets that joined in symphony with the bullfrogs over by the
river. Night-time was always a time to relax and gather the thoughts
for the day, and Goku treasured the time spent within the tub of
steaming water.

His thoughts wandered over many subjects, some casual and
silly, to serious and life-deciding. But one thought struck him hard,
making his normally-jovial features harden in concentration. ChiChi.
Will she be okay in two days, when the whole business with Cell is
over? Will she be able to have her two males at the table with her
again? Or will it be dropped to one? Or none at all? Or, worse-case,
will she be able to make it to the table herself?

He flipped over in the water, and turned his troubled green
gaze to the house he built for ChiChi, focusing on the dark window
that overlooked the backyard. Was she worried? Did she know just
how much they would go through in the next couple days? Did she
have faith in him and their son to pull Chikyuu through one of the
most deadly threats they faced thus far? She hadn't said much
about the Games that would take place the day after tomorrow, but
sometimes Goku wondered what she actually thought.

He let out another sigh and pulled himself out of the large
drum, flaring his ki to dry his muscled body. He easily lifted the
steel tank and letting a small amount slip out, extinguished the fire
that his mate meticulously warned him about, making sure there were
no hot coals or live sparks left to re-ignite. He knew the devastation
one small spark of fire could cause to an entire forest, and if his
family actually resided there, he was triply careful. Dumping the
water slowly down a hill, he watched the small rivulets run and gather
into puddles at the bottom, where some night creature will re-use his
bath water for a refreshing soak of their own.

After putting the bath drum back in the shed, and re-checking
the status of the extinguished fire, he silently entered the house,
checking all the windows and doors to see if they were locked and
closed. He didn't fear anyone breaking in and robbing them blind, but
he did not want ChiChi to wake up in the morning and find out some
lost and starving woodland creature had raided their food supply
during the night. Quietly he made his way up the stairs and stopped
at the first door he encountered, poking his head in to see that
Gohan was already nestled under the covers. A quick check of his ki
signature showed that he had already fallen asleep, but he still
maintained his Super Saiya-jiin state, even sleeping. A proud smile
passed over his face as he closed the door. Gohan was destined to
become the strongest of them all, given time and the proper
motivation.

He just hoped to be able to witness the day son would surpass
father.

The tall Saiya-jiin slipped under the covers, nestling up against
the heat given off by his smaller mate, who was already fast asleep.
He tucked his chin over her shoulder, and his arm brought her up
flush against his naked body. He stiffened slightly when she let out a
small moan, but relaxed when all she did was snuggle back into his
chest farther.

His hand idly caressed the small, soft stomach that raised and
lowered with every breath ChiChi took. "Oyasumi nasai, ChiChi," he
whispered into her ear as he closed his eyes, preparing to drift into
slumberland himself. "I love you."

~*~
And the thought crosses my mind
If I never wake up in the morning
Would she ever doubt the way I feel
About her in my heart
~*~

~Mt. Paozu, Morning~

Slowly, peacefully, and with a huge roaring yawn, Son Goku
awoke to the wondrous smells that filled his home every morning:
ChiChi concocting the morning's feast. "Breakfast is the most
important meal of the day!" Quickly, he jumped out of the
sleep-mussed bed and threw on a white shirt and dark pants. He gave
the familiar orange and blue outfit that rested over the back of a
chair a loving glance and walked out of the room.

He knocked on the door across the hallway, peeking his head in
the doorway when he was answered with a sleepy grunt. "Gohan,
breakfast will be ready soon."

He gave his son a warm smile when he saw a bleary aquamarine
eye peeking over the bedsheets. "Ohiayo, 'Tousan. Tell 'Kaasan," he
let out a loud, jaw-cracking yawn, "I'll be down in a few minutes."

He watched for a moment as Gohan rustled underneath the
warm blankets, pushing away the last vestiges of sleep. It always
took him a few minutes to completely wake up in the morning. "Did
you have anything planned for today, Gohan?"

Another yawn answered him from under the blankets. "Well,
'Kaasan will want me to study in the morning for awhile, but I thought
I would go up and visit with Dende this afternoon. He said he would
tell me how he and the other Namek-jiin have been doing since they
left Capsule Corp."

"That sounds good. See you downstairs." Goku closed the
door behind him and made his way downstairs and into the kitchen,
where he inhaled the delicious aroma that surrounded him, courtesy
of the black-haired female humming quietly to herself. He leaned
against the doorway and watched ChiChi as she moved about in her
element, flitting from one task to another, stirring one pot, while
placing another in its place on the table. He let a warm smile spread
across his face as he silently counted his numerous blessings. 'Today,
I will spend it with ChiChi...she deserves to have a break as well.'

Tip-toeing up to his wife, Goku gently wrapped his massive
arms around her slim chest, and buried his face appreciatively into
her warm neck. "The Night Fairies were kind to me...they left a
delicious snack!"

The small female jumped slightly. "Goku-saa! You startled
me!" She batted the spoon in her hands at the muscles pinning her
own arms down. "Let me go so I can finish the food."

"But I like what I'm eating right now." He gave her neck a few
small nips, purring against the smooth flesh.

She squirmed in his grasp. "Goku-saa! What has gotten into
you this morning?" She pulled out of his arms and turned around, a
playful scowl on her pretty face. She waved her spoon under his
nose. "Now go sit down. Is Gohan-chan up yet?"

He leaned down and captured her lips in a long, slow kiss,
wrapping his arms around her again when her own arms curled around
his neck. When they separated, he smirked inwardly at the blush
across her cheeks not made by the steam from the stove. "Hai, he's
up. He'll be down in a minute or so. So until he gets down here..." He
dropped his head again and reclaimed her red lips for his own.

ChiChi pulled back, her face flushed a hot pink and her breath
coming in short gasps. She pushed him away but before she turned
around, a small smile escaped. "Go sit down, Goku-saa. I need to
finish making breakfast before it burns."

"Hai, ChiChi." The tall Saiya-jiin ambled over to his spot at
the table and slid in, eyeing the food already on the table. He
reached out for a piece of bread, but it was moved out of the way
before he could grab a piece. "Hey...!"

"Wait until Gohan comes down. You know better, Goku." She
gave the pouting male a look he was quite familiar with.

After a few moments, Gohan rumbled down the stairs.
Squeezing into his spot at the table, he gave his parents a smile.
"Ohiayo, 'Kaasan, 'Tousan." He saw the pout on his father's face.
"Tried to snitch, 'Tousan?"

Goku just sighed and turned his gaze to ChiChi, who was just
finishing up with the last of the preparations. He watched intently as
she placed the last platter on the table and sat down. "Ohiayo,
Gohan-chan. Did you sleep well?" Goku locked eyes with her, jade to
onyx, and with a small smile, she nodded.

Breakfast in the Son household is usually a quiet affair, with
not much conversation. Actually, most meals were fairly untalkative,
since the males who could answer what ChiChi would ask were busy
inhaling the food in front of them. She learned to interpret grunts
and slight inclinations of the head for her responses.

And so she began. "I want you to start with geography this
morning, Gohan-chan. And when you're done with those lessons, you
can start in your new calculus syllabus."

The young Saiya-jiin nodded and swallowed his mouthful of
food. "Hai, 'Kaasan. I'm going to try and do this afternoon's lessons
this morning, too. I want to go and visit with Dende this afternoon, if
that's okay, that is."

ChiChi stared at him for a few moments and then nodded. "As
long as they're done, and done correctly, you can go play this
afternoon."

Gohan beamed at his mother. "Arigato, 'Kaasan!" He dug into
his food with a new vigor.

She smiled at her child and then turned to her husband, who
was staring at her while he chewed. "What are you planning for
today, Goku?"

He shrugged and swallowed. "I want to go talk to Vejiita and
Trunks at some point, but otherwise, nothing." He turned inquisitive
eyes to her. "What do you want to do, ChiChi?"

"I...I...don't know..." She was startled, to say the least, at his
question. He never asked what her plans were, or her input.

He smiled. "When Gohan is studying, I'll go to Capsule Corp
and talk to Vejiita. When I come back, we can spend the afternoon
together, ne?"

ChiChi blinked a few times in shock. She stood up and put a
hand on Goku's forehead. "Do you have a fever? Have you eaten any
of those wild mushrooms again?"

He shook his head and gently pulled ChiChi's hand down,
cupping the thin fingers in his own meaty hands. "Iie, ChiChi. Gohan
and I are taking a break, and I think you need to have a break, too.
You don't want to spend time with me?" He batted dewy eyes at her.

She nodded her head emphatically. "Hai, I do! But..." She
stopped speaking when he pulled her down into his lap, his green eyes
burning into her own black ones with something she rarely sees
directed at her.

Gohan smirked to himself and silently left the table to go
begin his studies for the day. He was glad that his parents were
going to spend the day together. They didn't get to do that very
often, and Gohan thought that it was a good thing--especially with
the Cell Games to commence tomorrow. Who knows if they'll have
another chance to be as carefree as they are now.

The elder Son trailed a finger over the delicate features of
his mate's face, his eyes following in the path as he committed every
soft curve and freckle into memory. She closed her eyes when his
roughened finger gently caressed the fluttering lids. "Goku..."

"Shush, ChiChi." His finger traced her pink lips. "Don't speak."

ChiChi opened her eyes and saw the most intense look ever
directed at her by the male in front of her. A stare so full of love,
adoration, desire and...need, it teetered on the edge of obsessive. It
created the most wonderful tickling sensation deep within her core,
something that she had not felt since...since forever.

~*~
If tomorrow never comes
Will she know how much I loved her
Did I try in every way to show her every day
That she's my only one
~*~

He brushed his lips across hers, a light, teasing taste of warm
skin on skin. He pulled back and stared at her rapidly fluttering
eyelids, flushed cheeks, and pouted lips and felt the undeniable urge
to sweep everything off the table--leftover food, dirty dishes and
all--and take the vibrant female for all she was worth. But he knew
better, for he tried that once and ChiChi yelled at him for over a
week. Said that the table was a place for eating, not ...other...
activities. He gave her a warm smile when she reopened her eyes.
"The sooner I go, the sooner I get to come back."

ChiChi's cheeks flushed even darker and she nodded, ducking
her head in-between them. "When will you be back?"

"That depends on if I can get Bulma's Okaasan to stop feeding
me all of those yummy pastries." His eyes glazed over with the
thought of all the sweet confections normally offered to him by the
older female. He blinked back into the real world by a grunt from his
female on his lap, a frown on her face. "Don't worry, ChiChi, they're
nowhere as good as yours." He smirked and pecked her nose. "But
it'll be around lunch, I suppose." He stood up and set ChiChi down
softly. "When I get back, we'll do whatever you want. Maybe go for
a walk?"

She nodded. "I'd like that, Goku-saa." She backed up and
turned around, heading for the table once again. "Tell Bulma to give
me a call soon, ne?"

"Hai, ChiChi. Ja matte ne!" He raised two fingers to his
forehead and disappeared.

"Ja ne, Goku..." she turned around to see him leave but was
startled to see his form fading out of existence. "I swear I will
never get used to that trick." She sighed and started to clean up the
dirty dishes. "Are you working, Gohan-chan?" She called, making her
voice carry throughout the household.

"Hai, Okaasan!" She nodded at the reply and started to hum a
little tune under her breath as she picked up the morning's mess. As
she turned around to put the dishes on the counter, she was stopped
suddenly by walking into a wall of hard, warm flesh. "Nani?" She
blinked up into the smiling face of her mate. "Goku! I thought you
left!"

"Well, I did," he grinned down at her. "But I came back
because I forgot something."

"Well? What is it?"

"This." He bent down and captured her lips into a hard,
searing kiss, wrapping his heavy arms around her in a bone-crushing
embrace. ChiChi squealed into his mouth, but relaxed, enjoying the
attention and tried to give back as well as she got. She panted to
regain lost breath when he finally let go of her. "Aishiteru, ChiChi."
He winked and with two fingers to his brow, disappeared from sight
once again.

ChiChi blinked furiously for several minutes, trying to recover
from the passionate quickie. "What has gotten into him today? I
swear he ate some of those hallucinogenic mushrooms again!" She
sighed and got down to her morning ritual, although a secret smile
lifted the corners of her mouth, and her humming was a bit livelier
this day.

After a moment, she scrunched up her face. "I didn't make
oatmeal this morning..."

~*~
And if my time on earth were through
And she must face the world without me
Is the love I gave her in the past
Gonna be enough to last
If tomorrow never comes
~*~

~~Capsule Corp~~

A frustrated Bulma sat at the kitchen table, trying to get her
infant son to eat his oatmeal. "Come on, Trunks, open up wide! Here
comes the airplane! Nnneeeeoooommmm!!" She waved the spoon
filled with the brown gloppy substance in the air. "Open up the
hangar! Here comes the plane!"

Trunks' eyes never left the wandering spoon, and they crossed
when it came close to his nose. But he refused to open up, a small
grunt escaping that echoed the louder one his mother let out.
"Trunks! Why don't you eat it!"

"Maybe because it's too hot, Bulma." Goku spoke from behind
her, licking his lips as he ate the contents of the spoon. "Needs more
brown sugar."

She screamed and the bowl of steaming lumpy oatmeal flew
through the air. The large male quickly caught it and devoured it,
licking the bowl clean. "I love oatmeal!

"Goku! Don't scare me like that!!" She put a hand to her heart
and threw one of her most deadly glares at him, although it lost the
affect she was going for when he started to pant from the hot food.
"You are such a goof!"

He smiled at her, but then his eyes widened in realization.
"Oh, I forgot something! Be right back!" He winked and flashed out
of existence.

"Oh! That...that...Saiya-jiin!" She huffed and stared at the
empty space. She turned to her young son who was eating his hand
quietly, staring at her with solemn blue eyes. "So what do you want
to eat? Since my oatmeal isn't good enough for you, how about some
plain, old-fashioned Cheerios?" She went into the kitchen and
returned with a large bowl of the toasted oat cereal. She placed it in
front of him and he immediately grabbed a handful, shoving them into
his mouth with a laugh. Bulma snorted and shook her head. "Now
you'll eat! I thought Saiya-jiin weren't picky with what they ate, ne?"

"Well, if it's too hot, then you burn your tongue, like I did
before."

She screamed for a second time and turned around, hitting
the intruding male with her small fists. "Son-kun, if you do that one
more time without warning me I will never talk to you again!"

He chuckled, taking her beating with a grin. "Gomen, gomen! I
try to remember next time."

"You'd better," she huffed and straightened out. A lone
Cheerio went flying by her head and Goku quickly caught it with his
mouth. She swiftly turned around and saw the disaster that once
was her clean little boy, who now could have been mistaken for a
Cheerio monster. "Trunks!" she screeched, throwing her hands up in
the air. "Okay, Buster Brown, you're done with this meal! It's bath
time for you."

The youngest Saiya-jiin giggled and threw the bowl from the
tray, making it shatter against the far wall. Goku blinked. "Wow, he
a strong little guy, ne?"

"You don't know the half of it, Son-kun." Bulma sighed and
activated a bot to clean up the mess. "Did you want something from
me? Or are you here to play with ki?" She picked up the messy boy
and cradled him on her hip.

"Actually, I'm here to talk with Vejiita and Trunks. The older
one, that is." He stuck out his tongue at the smaller version in
Bulma's arms and made a silly face. He was treated with a giggle and
a Cheerio for his efforts. "Do you know where they are?" He
munched on the offering.

She shrugged. "Trunks-kun ate, and then disappeared. More
than likely he's in the gravity chamber. Vejiita has been in the Room
of Spirit and Time since yesterday. He should be coming out soon."
She sighed when a handful of sticky Cheerios went down the front of
her shirt. "See you later, Son-kun. Come on, Buster. You have an
appointment with Bathtub-sama." She left the room, the Cheerio
Monster in tow.

Goku smiled at the empty doorway and sighed. "I miss having
Gohan be so small. He was so much fun to play with." He then left
the room in search of the elder version of the messy infant.

He did indeed find him in the gravity chamber, but it was not
on, like he thought it would be. He found Trunks floating in a
meditative position in the center of the room. He stared at the
young man for a few moments, noting that he had his long hair tied
back at the nape of his neck. That indicated that he had already
been in the Room for the second time. He opened the door and the
future Saiya-jiin looked up and nodded to him. "Hey, Trunks."

He uncurled from his meditative position. "Good morning,
Goku-san. What brings you here? I thought you wanted to 'rest'
these few days before the Games."

He nodded. "I'm not here to spar. I just wanted to talk to you
about a few things, that is, if you'll talk to me about them."

The young male frowned in confusion. "Of course, Goku-san.
What is it that you wanted to discuss?"

The black-haired male leaned up against a far wall. "I wanted
to know how ChiChi was doing in your universe."

"ChiChi?" Trunks blinked a few times. "Gohan's Okaasan?"

"Hai." He nodded. "You never mentioned her when you listed
off the senshi that died. I was just wondering what happened to
her."

"Well, Goku-san," he paused and studied the elder male's
casual expression. He could sense that the casualness came naturally
to him, but there was a thread of anxiety riding just below the
surface. "The only ones from the original Z Senshi that are alive at
the moment is my Okaasan. ChiChi-san died a long time ago. I had
never met her until I came to this timeline."

Goku kept his expression neutral, although painful shockwaves
were coursing through his body, radiating from his heart and soul.
The thought of ChiChi being gone, even in another dimension tore him
up inside. "Do...do you know how?" He swallowed hard.

"My Okaasan said that she died from a broken heart." His own
heart ached as the pain flashed across the male in front of him.
"Gohan-sensei said that she was never the same after you died from
the heart disease, and then she just never woke one morning." He
voice was quiet. "Gohan-sensei got the same look across his face
whenever he talked about his Okaasan--the same look that passed
over yours, Goku-san."

"Died of a broken heart..." he muttered under a shuttered
breath.

"The Onna was not far off in the description, Kakarotto,
although the words were wrong." Both turned to face a very bruised
and bloodied Vejiita. His blue training suit was ripped in many
places, and his once gleaming-white armor was being held together in
a few scant spots. He was leaning in the doorway, a serious look to
his usually scowling face.

"Vejiita," Goku acknowledged the other Saiya-jiin and fellow
senshi. "What do you mean, the 'words were wrong'?"

He stepped into the room, and the door closed automatically
behind him. "What I mean, baka, is that she didn't die from a 'literal'
broken heart. She died from the result of a broken bond."

"Broken bond?" he repeated, a look of recognition crossing his
now serious features. "When I died from the heart disease..."

"The mating bond between you broke, and she suffered from
withdrawal." Trunks finished, nodding his head.

The three were silent for several moments, each thinking
their own thoughts. Goku spoke up after a bit. "Hey, Vejiita, can I
ask you a question?"

"What now, Kakarotto?" The eldest male glared in his
direction.

"Can you break a mating bond without having the
side-effects?"

Vejiita frowned, his black eyebrows knitting together in
concentration. "Iie, it is not possible. Even if it was a mutual thing,
where both halves of the mated pair wanted to dissolve the bonding,
each would suffer the affects of the broken bond, eventually dying."

"What if it wasn't broken, just...suspended in a way?" Trunks
mused, his expression eerily similar to his sire.

"How so?" Goku asked, his face lighting up slightly.

Trunks shook his head. "I don't know," he spoke honestly, and
Goku's face fell. "I haven't bonded with any female to know
first-hand what it is like." He turned to his father. "Can it be done?"

"Why are you asking me, brat?" he sneered, turning his face
away from the pair. "Am I an expert on bonding? It was frowned
upon in Saiya-jiin society, since it had detrimental affects to the
senshi," he nodded to Goku. "If one of the mated pair would die in
battle, the other would feel it and begin to enter the death throes."

Goku frowned harder. "But wouldn't ChiChi have died
immediately after me? You make it sound like she was alive for
awhile after I had died from the heart virus."

"More than likely it was because she is human, Kakarotto."
Vejiita grunted, showing rare placidity toward his bitter rival. "The
bonding is not as complete as it would be if it were between two pure
Saiya-jiin."

"Are you bonded to Bulma, Vejiita?" he asked, turning a
curious eye to the shorter male.

"That is none of your business, kusotare!" Vejiita stood up in a
huff and walked out, his back rigid and straight as an arrow.

The two remaining Saiya-jiin blinked at each other. "I guess
that's not a question he wanted to answer." Goku shrugged, and
Trunks slowly nodded in agreement.

"I think in my timeline, Goku-san, that they weren't bonded."
Trunks spoke up, shaking his head. "If they were, I don't think my
Okaasan would have lived as long as she has."

"That might be true," he agreed, "but I think this version of
your parents might be, judging by Vejiita's reaction to my question."

Trunks smiled, and he nodded his head in agreement. He
stared out the door at the retreating back of his sire. "I think you
might be right, Goku-san. I think you might be right." He blinked a
few times and turned to the older male. "Well, since you're here, did
you want to get a light sparring session in? Nothing too heavy or
damaging."

He nodded, never able to turn down a fight, no matter how
serious it was. "Sure. I have to be home for lunch, but I think I can
work up a few moves." He grinned and started to stretch, warming up
the muscles. Trunks nodded and began to do the same.

~*~
'Cause I've lost loved ones in my life
Who never knew how much I loved them
Now I live with the regret
That my true feelings for them never were revealed
~*~

*****
After the sparring session with Trunks, which ended rather
abruptly when Vejiita burst into the gravity chamber, kicking them
both out with a snarl and a curse, he meandered his way into the
living quarters of Capsule Corp, following his nose to the heavenly
scents of Bulma's mother making her infamous pastries. "Those smell
delicious, Briefs-san!"

The older female let out a small squeak when she saw him.
"Goku-kun! I didn't know you were here! Bulma-chan should have told
me. Are you hungry?" She pushed a platter of the confections
toward him. "Dig in, before I eat them myself! A girl has to watch
her figure, you know." She giggled as Goku tore into the plate with a
vengeance.

"These are delicious, Briefs-san!" he spoke with a full mouth.
"You make the best sweets!"

"I'm glad you like them, Goku-kun." She smiled at him. "Bulma
and her father haven't had much time to enjoy them with me, since
they're working down in the lab so much. And Vejiita and Trunks are
training so hard!" She sighed and let her hands fall into her lap.
"Those boys are going to hurt themselves one of these days in that
gravity room of theirs! I remember when Vejiita blew it up last time;
he spent a week in the medical bay unconscious!" She shook her head
and dabbed at her eyes.

"Don't worry about them, they know what they can and can't
handle," he reassured her. "And soon Cell will be defeated, and we
can go back to eating your pastries every day." He popped another in
his mouth for emphasis.

"You know just what to say to make me feel better, Goku-kun!"
Her smile turned bright. "Are you looking for Bulma-chan? I think
she is down in the baby's room. Will you take her one of the sweets
for me? She has been looking so thin lately."

"Sure, Briefs-san. Have a good day! Thank you for the
pastries." He waved to the older female and left, following Bulma's
small but recognizable ki to her location--Chibi Trunks' suite, just
where Bulma's Okaasan said she would be.

He stood in the doorway for a moment, watching her play with
the small child. His eyes softened as she tickled him and he bubbled
with baby giggles. He quietly knocked on the door. "I knocked this
time, so you wouldn't get scared and get angry at me."

She rolled her eyes at him. "As if I could stay mad at you for
long. We've been through too much together, Son-kun, for our
friendship to end that quickly."

He came in and sat cross-legged next to her and picked up one
of the stuffed toys that lie scattered over the floor. "He's a lot
cleaner than the last time I saw him." He waved it in front of Trunks'
face.

"Hopefully he'll be clean for a while longer. I need to go down
to the lab and check to make sure Juuroko-gou is ready for the
Games tomorrow." She watched the pair play with the toys.
Sometimes she forgot how responsible and gentle he could be, since
he usually let the naiive and playful warrior be his exterior.
"Son-kun, don't you ever wish you could have another?"

"Another what, Bulma?" He made a face at Trunks and let his
hair get pulled by the strong, pudgy hands. "Ow!"

She laughed and pried Trunks' fingers out of his stiff black
hair. "Another child, Goku. A brother or a sister for Gohan. You
were so young when you had Gohan. Now you know what to expect."

He sat up and scratched the back of his head. "Sometimes, I
do. Especially when ChiChi gets strict with Gohan about studying."
His fingers danced over Trunks' chunky features, and the small baby
scowled trying to see the blurry objects. "He looks exactly like
Vejiita when he does that!" He hooted in laughter.

"Yeah, he's almost exactly Vejiita's twin, except with my
Otousan's coloring. You're gonna grow up into a handsome man, yes
you are!" She blew onto his exposed tummy, and the small child
roared with laughter. "I have proof of that!"

She sat up and turned to Goku with a serious look to her
delicate features. "You really should think seriously about another
child, Son-kun. Talk to ChiChi about it. You never know what she'll
say. And besides," she winked at him, "Trunks will need a sparring
partner in a few years."

"We'll talk about it." He smiled and leaned over, surprising her
by pecking her on the cheek. "Arigato, Bulma." He stood up.

She blinked a few times. "For what, Son-kun?"

He shrugged. "Does it matter? Ja ne." He waved and
sauntered out of the room.

She was silent for quite awhile, staring out the empty door.
She was brought out of her stupor when Trunks finally gained her
attention by biting down on her exposed toe. "Itai!" She shrieked
and jumped back.

Trunks just giggled at his silly mommy.

******

~*~
So I made a promise to myself
To say each day how much she means to me
And avoid that circumstance
Where there's no second chance to tell her how I feel
~*~

Instead of using his teleporting trick, he decided to fly home
and let the winds whip through his tangled mane as he thought
through the day's discussions. He actually wanted to discuss the
Games with Vejiita and Trunks, and try to think of some strategy
that the four Super Saiya-jiin could use against the monster, but he
completely forgot about that topic in lieu of the other things that
came up. Like the discussion of bonding. And babies. Two things he
never thought he would talk about with his fellow senshi. Especially
Vejiita! But he, Bulma, and both versions of Trunks gave his mind a
lot to think about. He was glad that ChiChi and he were going to be
alone for the rest of the day so he could run some of his thoughts by
her.

When he touched down in the yard, the smells of ChiChi and
her cooking greeted him once again. He sighed with pleasure and
walked in. "Tadima!" He walked into the kitchen, his nose held high in
the air. "Something smells wonderful!"

"That would be your lunch." ChiChi spoke over her shoulder,
eyeing the male as he sat down in his normal spot. "Did you get a
chance to talk to who you wanted?"

He nodded. "Hai, although I remembered more on my way
home, but that I guess can wait for another time." He smiled at his
wife, busily getting everything ready for her family. His eyes
wandered over her figure; thick black hair pulled up tightly in a bun,
but several strands strayed in their own direction. He loved it when
she let down those silky tresses; his fingers wrapped around the
opaque blackness. Her body was tightly covered in the numerous
wraps, since it was rather cool out here in the mountains, but Goku
knew just how finely sculpted her legs and stomach were. She may
have slacked off in her rigorous training from when she was younger,
but she still held an incredible amount of strength. He blinked a few
times and shook his head. He'd have to get her to change for their
walk.

He glanced to the stairwell. "Is Gohan still studying upstairs?"

"He should be. Although, I did hear him talking to that
infernal dragon of his some time ago. But the last time I checked up
on him, he was deep into calculus." She set a few plates down on the
table. "You can go get him if you want. I'm almost done here."

Goku nodded and pushed himself away from the table. "All
right." He made his way upstairs and knocked on the closed door of
his son's room. "Gohan? Are you in there?"

A rustle was heard from inside. "Come on in, 'Tousan." He
entered to see Gohan buried under a stack of papers. Even more
papers were scattered everywhere in his room. "Don't mind the mess.
I'm trying to organize my notes for a paper I have to write."

Goku blinked at the disoganized cyclone. "Um…what's it
about?"

"I have to write a thesis on the progression of automation
from 100 years ago to today and how it affected the large and small
industries and the flow of politics and, well," Gohan smirked at the
clueless expression on his father's face. "It's a big paper, so I have
to have a lot of notes."

"Okay." Goku shrugged, then sat down on the bed, making sure
that he didn't sit on anything important. He watched Gohan
straighten up several stacks. "Well, one thing I know is that lunch is
just about ready, so make sure you wash up before coming down."

"Sure, 'Tousan." Gohan nodded. After a few moments, he
looked up at his father with a serious expression on his face. "Are
we going to win tomorrow, 'Tousan?"

Goku blinked a few times, and slowly nodded. "Hai. We will,
Gohan. For Chikyuu's sake, we will. For all of her humans, we will.
For us and our future, we will win."

The young Saiya-jiin nodded solemnly. "Hai."

Goku stood up and ruffled his son's spiky blonde hair
affectionately. "Lunch should be done. Let's go eat. I'm starved!"

"'Kay, 'Tousan," Gohan nodded and smiled. He followed his sire
out of his room, making a stop at the bathroom to wash up.

Goku continued downstairs and into the kitchen, sliding into his
spot at the kitchen table. ChiChi was in her spot, waiting patiently.
"Gomen, ChiChi. Gohan and I were talking about his paper."

She waved it off. "That's fine. I was just about to call you
down when I heard you leave his room." She smiled at Gohan, who
entered the room and pulled himself up to the table. "How far did
you get in your work?" She started to pass the first bowl of food.

"Well, I'm done with my maps and my calculus. I've read and
summarized the last three chapters of 'A Wind in the Door', and I
have my notes organized for my sociology paper." He started eating
voraciously. "All I have to do is write it up."

"Good," she nodded in between bites. "You can write it up
tonight, after you get back from Dende's."

Both he and Goku stopped eating and stared at each other.
Gohan swallowed and turned his stare to his mother. "I was planning
on doing it after lunch."

"You did more than I thought you'd get done this morning,
Gohan," she praised him, "so I can wait on the paper. Go have fun
with Dende-san."

"Arigato, 'Kaasan!" He smiled brighter and finished up his
food quickly. "I'm going to change and then head up there. Have fun
on your walk, 'Kaasan, Tousan." He pecked her on the cheek and
bolted out of the room.

ChiChi turned to Goku, who was staring at her with an odd look
to his eye. "Nani, Goku-saa? Am I that heartless to Gohan all the
time?"

Goku snapped out of his daze and shook his head. "Iie, ChiChi.
I'm just glad that you're letting him go. I think he missed Dende a
lot." He sighed and rubbed his stomach. "That was good, ChiChi! I'm
stuffed."

"Well, I'm glad you liked it, Goku." She stood up and started
to clean up the table mess. She looked up when a large hand held her
back. "Nani, Goku-saa?"

Goku gently took the plates out of her hand. "I'll clean this up.
You go change into something...lighter." He looked her up and down
and raised an eyebrow.

"Lighter?"

He nodded, turning away from her and setting the plates on
the counter. "Something with less...layers." He shrugged and glanced
over his shoulder, seeing her standing in the middle of the room. "Go
on!"

ChiChi shook her head. "What has gotten into you, Son Goku?"
She rolled her eyes at the clueless look on his face as he picked up
another stack of plates and bowls. "Fine, I'll change. But you better
have an explanation when I get down here." She sighed and left the
room.

The male smirked to himself as he cleaned the kitchen. "You'll
find out, ChiChi, I promise."

~*~
If tomorrow never comes
Will she know how much I loved her
Did I try in every way to show her every day
That she's my only one
~*~

An hour and three broken glasses later, Goku and ChiChi were
making their way through the woods side by side. ChiChi did change
into something lighter, and with less layers. A light blue blouse with
little yellow flowers hung unbuttoned over a small white tank. A pair
of loose black gi pants clung to her slim legs. Goku had a blanket
tossed over his shoulder and a small basket in one hand.

ChiChi sighed as she took in the scenery. "I'm glad that you
wanted to do this, Goku-saa. We haven't done this in a long time."

"I know. I've been...busy with other things." He gave her a
sheepish smile when she turned and glared at him. "I know, I know!"

"Well, let's not talk about that right now," she huffed. She
changed the subject quickly. "So did you see Bulma-chan?"

"Hai," he nodded. "She was trying to feed chibi-Trunks
oatmeal when I got there."

"Oatmeal!" She clapped her hands together once. "I was
wondering where that came from!" She nodded to herself.

Goku just blinked at her cluelessly. "Nani?"

"When you popped back in and kissed me," she blushed at the
memory, "I tasted oatmeal and was confused, since I didn't make
oatmeal this morning."

"Oh," he said slowly. They walked together in silence for
several minutes, enjoying the other's presence. They stopped several
times to watch nature in action. At some point, Goku had grasped her
small hand in his own, intertwining his thick fingers with her thin
ones.

They continued on in silence until they got to a small brook
bubbling through a clump of trees. Goku spread out the blanket he
carried and sat down on the grassy bank, pulling ChiChi down into his
lap. He snuggled his chin into the crook of her shoulder and they
watched the water bubble over the rocks. A gentle peace settled
over them.

Until Goku broke it.

"ChiChi, do you want another baby?"

She didn't answer him for several minutes, her gaze fixed on
the tiny rapids created by the small clump of rocks. When she spoke,
it was with a quiet, serious tone. "Why do you ask, Goku?"

He nuzzled his nose against her cheek. "Because...because I
want one, ChiChi. Watching Bulma with Trunks made me wish Gohan
was that small again. He was so tiny..." he held out his hands,
spreading his fingers out in emphasis, "he fit in the palms of my
hands. I couldn't believe we created something so small."

She held his hands together, and pulled them to her heart.
"Do you really want another child, Goku-saa? Do you remember how
hard it was with Gohan? The night-time feedings? The messy
diapers? The screaming? Do you really want to go through all of
that again?"

He turned her around in his lap. "I remember the smiles, the
laughs, his first word. I remember how you used to sing to him when
he wouldn't sleep." He brushed away a stray lock of hair from her
face. "I remember being very, very, happy." He brushed a finger
over her lips. "I want a baby, ChiChi. Do you?"

She blinked away the tears, letting them fall unheeded down
her cheeks. "Goku...oh, Goku...yes, yes! I've wanted another baby for
a long time." She leaned into his wide chest, wrapping her arms
around his waist tightly and cried.

"ChiChi..." he let his hand fall onto her sobbing form, his
fingers curling into her thick black hair. He plucked at the pins that
held her hair up, and he let out a sigh as it cascaded over his arms.
"Don't cry, ChiChi, please. I hate seeing you cry."

She sat up, wiping away the joyous tears. "These are good
tears, Goku-saa." Her face turned serious. "Are you sure, Goku? Do
you want another baby? This is a serious matter."

He nodded. "Hai, ChiChi. I am positive."

She smiled, a bright, eye-blinding smile that made his insides
do flips. "You don't know how happy this makes me, Goku."

"Seeing you smile is all I need, ChiChi." He lowered his face to
hers, resting their foreheads together. "It lights my whole world."
His lips captured hers and their eyes closed.

He pushed her forward, laying her on the ground as his hands
began to wander over her toned body. He could feel her small
fingers play at the nape of his neck, curling in the smaller, finer hairs
that grew there. He broke their kiss amd gazed into her heated
face. "I love you, ChiChi. I don't tell you that enough, and I'm sorry."

She shook her head, her hair pillowed out around her on the
blanket and Goku's heart did flips in his chest. "I know you do, Goku.
Although it's nice to hear the words sometimes." He nodded and
pulled his shirt off, flinging it off to the side. She blinked at his
semi-nakedness. "Goku, why are you getting undressed?"

He had taken off his shoes and socks, and had started to
unbuckle the belt around his waist. He turned to her and frowned.
"We need to be undressed to make the baby, ChiChi. You know that."

The Chikyuu female face faulted. "Make the baby? Now?"
She sat up and waved her arms. "Goku, we're in the middle of the
woods! What if someone comes?"

He stood before her in all of his naked glory and she
swallowed, her cheeks flushing with something she was not used to.
"Let them come." He sat down next to her, cupping her chin and
kissing her hard. "The birds and the bears do it, ne?" His lips
burned their way across her jawline and down her arched neck. He
pulled the blue blouse, letting it fall down her shoulder and puddle by
her hands. His mouth found the light scar he made a long time ago.
"ChiChi..."

She blinked a few times, letting her eyes focus on nothing in
particular. "Goku, we really shouldn't..." Her words were cut off as a
shock of lightning struck in her stomach. "Ah...Goku!"

He grinned as he licked up the spilled blood pooling in her
shoulderblade. "I haven't done that in awhile, ne?" He pulled back
slightly to see her panting, shock and pleasure etched across her
face. "You have way too many clothes on, ChiChi." He let his hands
wander to her stomach and grapsed at the small white tank and lifted
it up and over her head. He smirked when he found out she had no
underclothes on. He reached down and with a swift yank, the black gi
pants were undone as well.

ChiChi let out a squeak, finding herself going from completely
clothed to naked within a blink of an eye. "Goku!" she glared at him
and crossed her arms over her chest. "What in the world has gotten
into you!"

He didn't answer her, but sat himself down on the blanket,
pulling her into his lap. He let his hands slide over the soft skin of
her sides, fingers trailing along the curves of her stomach, chest, and
arms. She blushed under his attention and opened her mouth to make
a comment, but he silenced her with his lips.

He spoke through their bond, startling her, since he rarely
talked with mind speech. At least, with her. Nothing, except you,
ChiChi. He leaned forward, forcing her to lie down on the ground.
His arms snaked around to her soft back, easing her slowly to the
blanket. He broke the kiss and began to make his way down the side
of her face, teasing the skin with tiny nips. He breathed in her ear,
flicking his tongue out to caress the lobe while she shivered with
each breath under his body.

ChiChi had her eyes closed partially, trying to figure out why
the man on top of her was acting so...animalistic. Some nights he was
rather amorous, but he had never been this forward or aggressive.
Her arms encircled his chest and she let out a soft sound when his
teeth nibbled on her ear. "Goku..."

He took that as an encouragement, and made his way back to
her mouth, taking it once more for his own. Their tongues caressed
the other's, exploring and battling for their rightful position.

ChiChi broke the hard kiss, breathing heavily. "Goku-saa,
why..."

"Shush, ChiChi," he murmured into the side of her neck. "Let
me...let me love you."

~*~
And if my time on earth were through
And she must face the world without me
Is the love I gave her in the past
Gonna be enough to last
If tomorrow never comes
~*~

He began in earnest, leaving layers upon layers of hot, searing
kisses upon her flesh, covering each and every inch of creamy skin.
All she could do was lie there, her hands tangled in his coarse, stiff
hair as he moved lower and lower upon her body, her own frame
shuddering every once in a while when he hit a particular erogenous
zone. Her body felt like it was on fire, and the blaze grew stronger
with each kiss and stroke of his tongue and hands.

When he reached her core, the fire seemed to turn into an
inferno as she arched under his hands, crying out his name as the
flames consumed her mind. His guileless features smiled down at her
when she finally could open her eyes to see. "Goku-saa..."

He shook his blond head and moved his arms to surround her
body. "We aren't done yet, ChiChi." She felt, more than saw, his
explosive ki flare up around them as they rose slightly into the air. A
whispered voice echoed in her head. I have to protect you, ChiChi,
from my strength. I don't know if I will be able to control myself
later. She cried out in pain as two burning hands gripped her around
the waist. I'm giving you me, ChiChi. As long as you hold my ki, you
will not be harmed. With those words, ChiChi felt his lips come to
rest on her shoulder, where he had bitten her earlier. And the night
they conceived Gohan.

She flinched when she felt the long canines brush against the
skin, all her senses, including pain, imposssibly heightened. She felt a
gentle caress on her mind and then the pain came. From his mouth
latched onto her neck, his hands feeding ki into her body, and his
engorged, broiling manhood slipping inside her. She screamed, her
senses being slammed from the pain of his ki transfer and from the
pleasure of the mating.

And then the pain stopped, rapture claiming her for eternity.

Goku could barely control himself as he slid back and forth
inside her velvet center, the sensations throwing him almost
completely over the edge. But he needed to keep a clear mind for
what he wanted to accomplish with this joining. Mirai Trunks' words
from their earlier coversation struck a chord in his mind, and he knew
how he could protect ChiChi, and not let her suffer the same fate
her future counterpart encountered.

And Bulma's mention of another child completed the circle. As
he moved within her, his powerful strokes emulated by the pulsing of
his golden yellow aura that surrounded both him and ChiChi, he
stared down at his lifemate, her face contorted with her cries of
pleasure. He noted the blond streaks that flowed through her wavy
mane of deep black hair, and he could see the flicker of aquamarine
under her sooty lashes.

He leaned close once again, his cheek nestled against her own,
and he concentrated deep within his mind, finding the spark that
represented the spitfire that writhed under him. Groaning, he felt
his release impending, and as he shouted out his pleasure, he pushed
that spark through his ki, hurling it deep inside her, and forcing it to
latch onto his offering that would help form a new soul within her
womb.

A new life. A new soul. An old bond sealing the female's
survival should he fall.

**********

SQWWEEEE!!!!! And it's done! Holy Mackinoly, Batman!! *pant pant* I never thought I would finish this...gotta admit it was freakin' hard to write. I've never done a Goku/ChiChi thingee, since I'm a Vejiita girl, but when I heard this song, it sooooo screamed them! Doesn't it? I think so. ANYway...*falls over relieved that it's over*...hehehe... Let me KNOW!!! what you think, that is. I *hate* writing lemon, and actually this is a very heavily lime-scented, really, since I can't stand writing about the 'squishy' side of *darts head around* s-e-x. ^_^;;;

Next time, it's Vejiita 'n Bulma. Ja matte ne, minna-chan!

Gie-chan

~*~
So tell that someone that you love
Just what you're thinking of
If tomorrow never comes
~*~