Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Conception of Goten? ❯ The Conception of Goten? ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
I own neither DBZ, nor any of the characters that appear in it…
If I did, I'd have so much money that I could have my very own working model of a Saiya-jin built, and I wouldn't have to waste my time wondering what sort of lovers they'd make.
Writer's block induced PWP.
Go on - tell me it doesn't suck too badly, and throw me a bone… *Bats eyelashes*
Thanks and flowers to Spacemonkeyku and MelizaMac - they had the unenviable task of making a semi readable fic from the mess I sent them, all complaints should be directed to these ladies…
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The Conception of Goten?
Chichi was, as usual, in a foul mood. It wasn't so much the imminent destruction of mankind that had her riled, as the fact that Goku just had to involve Gohan in the whole sorry business. How was the boy ever going to mature into an eminent scholar if her husband insisted on dragging her son into his gang and getting him into so many scraps? She clutched the mixing bowl tighter to her chest, and beat the butter and sugar together with the extra vigour that her wrath lent her… All the while trying hard not to imagine that it was Goku's heart, and not the beginnings of a richly satisfying chocolate treat.
When her arm muscles began to protest loudly at their exertion, she glanced down and realised that this particular mix was as frothy and creamy as it was ever going to get. She slammed the bowl down heavily on the counter, the sheer force she put behind the movement sending small flecks of the mixture spattering around the interior. She lazily swirled one finger along the smooth, cool curve of the bowl, gathering the stray flecks, the smallest trace of a smile flickering across her face - sampling was one of the great delights of cooking.
Just seconds later she froze, her hand hovering halfway between her mouth and the bowl, as the door opened and it walked in. Not her dark, handsome husband, but the blond thing that he turned into. It had on her husband's familiar, orange gi. Chichi gave a small, inward snort - she should have known that someone like Goku couldn't stay away from training for a whole nine days. She offered no greeting, and turned hostile dark eyes away from the intruder.
Hungry teal eyes keenly tracked the progress of her finger into her ripe, red mouth as Goku swiftly closed the distance between them. He enclosed her small hand within his. Chichi inclined her head away from him, reluctant to see that disturbingly familiar face painted in the unsettlingly different colours. Her muscles tensed and she gritted her teeth, the tendons in her neck taut and straining as she used all her strength to resist, as this… thing… dipped her finger back into the bowl and brought it up to its' mouth. With one last, superhuman effort, she struggled to disengage from his grasp, no good. He was just too strong.
Those hateful, light eyes gazed softly into hers as his warm, soft tongue caressed her finger, gently lapping away all traces of the cream from her skin. She closed her eyes against him and made to pull away, but his arm slunk around her, and his large hand gripped the counter top. Chichi found herself trapped. The warm rock of her husband's body pressed her firmly against the cool granite of the work surface. Two thick arms blocked off any possible escape route.
Goku grinned down at her, a playfully predatory light that only she ever got to see, danced tauntingly in his eyes. He lowered his head and kissed her, his lips barely brushing hers. He caught her full lower lip gently between his teeth, and slid his tongue along it. Even as he could feel her shiver under his warmth, Chichi arched her head back and away from him, exposing the pale flesh of her neck. As Goku kissed his way down to her throat a small moan escaped from her, culminating in a sigh as his hot tongue traced the outline of the vein that pulsed with burgeoning desire.
Her hand clutched at his hair, and that broke the spell. It felt… wrong. Harsher and coarser than she was used to; sweet gods, he even felt different like this. She violently pulled back from his embrace, ignoring his wail as she tugged viciously on that… wrong… mane.
"Gohan!" She hissed, glaring into those hateful, pale eyes, her lip curling in disgust.
"Has tricked Krillin into going fishing with him; he won't be back for hours." Goku murmured into her ear as his hand cupped her bottom, pulling her against his groin. Chichi gasped in an uneasy mix of horror and desire as she felt his hardening member grind against her stomach. Goku stroked up to her hip, and sighed happily against her hair at the contact, but Chichi was far from happy… She didn't want him like this.
She struggled against him, and Goku raised a hurt, confused face to gaze at her,
"What's wrong?" He asked plaintively, as Chichi turned back to the counter busying herself with stirring again.
"We're alone. Why don't you want to?" he tried again, when she didn't answer.
"Not like that." Her voice was a low hiss.
Goku stared at her back, trying to think what he had done to anger her this time. "I don't understand." He finally sighed.
"Change back." She ordered, spinning around to face him, slamming the spoon on the counter.
Goku knew that tone of voice… Still he hesitated, torn between desire for his wife, the intense desire not to piss her off, and his determination to maintain his Super Saiyan state. It took one nervous glance into her steely black eyes to make up his mind. Well, he reasoned, it wouldn't hurt for just a little while…
Chichi watched the light coloured orbs slowly close as he prepared to obey her demand, and then the air around her suddenly felt… less charged.
A soft fall of midnight black caressed his forehead, and his lids opened to reveal the gentle, beloved onyx eyes of her Goku. She smiled in triumph, and wrapped her arms joyfully around his thick neck, pulling his mouth down to meet hers in the passionate kiss he had been so longing for. His large hands squeezed their way up her back, and over her shoulders, one coming to rest just above her right breast. Chichi gave a small, almost girlish giggle as Goku started to strip her. She watched those powerful fingers fumble with the fastenings on her mauve blouse.
He tossed it aside, impatiently, and then grasped the pink shirt she wore underneath and ripped it from her in one swift, enticing show of a fraction of his strength. Chichi's eyes shone with delight as her bare flesh was exposed to her husband, and in return she smiled seductively up at him, balled both the orange gi and the blue shirt in her fist, and ripped. Her breath caught in her throat as Goku's wide, steely chest, covered in the softest golden skin was revealed to her… being the strongest woman in the world definitely had its' advantages…
Goku gripped her shoulders firmly and pulled her to him, his mouth eagerly searching out her satin-smooth skin. As his teeth gently nibbled at her ear lobe, his finger tips trailed softly down to her chest. His warm hands covered her naked breasts squeezing them firmly. With a low groan he tore his head away from hers, and his dark, passionate eyes watched as he trapped her nipples between his fingers, pinching and rolling them gently, encouraged by the soft gasps of ever-growing desire from his wife.
She groaned in protest as he suddenly pulled away from her, and spun her around, so she was once again facing the counter. His mouth rested against her neck and she shivered as she felt his hot breath blast over her skin.
"What are you making?" He purred into her ear, gesturing to the bowl before them.
"Ch… chocolate cake…" Chichi managed to gasp out as his lips brushed over her.
"Mmmmmm - show me how." Goku whispered as he leant into her. He wrapped his arms around her, and absently nuzzled her neck as his intense, dark eyes watched every move she made…
His tongue lapped at her soft skin as she beat the eggs into the bowl. While she added flour, his hand snaked up and released her hair from the neat bun she usually wore... Goku trembled against her, as her silken locks tumbled over his bare chest. His hand squeezed her waist, keeping perfect rhythm with her hand that folded the flour into the mix. Goku's breath hitched. His arms tightened around her and his erection twitched against her as the rich, dark cocoa was poured in. Chichi's head rested back against his shoulder and his low groan of excitement flowed into her ear, as he watched the creamy white mix turn into a dark, succulent chocolate batter before his eyes.
When there was no trace of marbling left, he placed his hand over hers, and guided her arm faster and faster as she stirred it all together. Tiny specks and large globs of the mix exploded from the bowl and spattered her bare flesh.
In answer to her slight squeal of protest, Goku dipped one hand into the bowl, and scooped out a huge dollop which he brought up to her chest. He took her earlobe between his teeth, and placed dabs of cool, moist cake mix over her body with precise, deliberate movements.
With a gentle nip, he released her ear, and slowly turned her back around to face him. He gently smeared the last small blob onto her lips and licked them clean. Chichi clasped his hand in hers, and locked her eyes with his as her soft pink tongue grazed against his palm, removing every trace of chocolate from his skin.
Goku sank to his knees before her and rested against his heels. His hands gripped her tightly, slowly working their way down, easing her trousers over the sedate swell of her hips. The topmost hairs that marked the beginning of the `V' of her soft curls were just beginning to peep over the material when he shivered, and his mouth latched onto the lowest splotch of chocolate adorning her flesh. Chichi's head lolled forward and she gripped his wide shoulders as he gently nibbled and sucked at her, gradually edging his way toward her breasts. Her fingernails raked against his skin as his tongue bathed the underside of her breasts. He eagerly pressed his face against the pliant flesh savouring the sweet scent and taste of his wife. The faint tickle of his thick dark eyelashes as they fluttered against her skin sent tremors dancing along her spine.
Chichi's hands caressed their way along Goku's shoulders and came to rest in the thick ebony spikes that covered his head, clutching convulsively as he finally took one nipple into his mouth. Her eyes closed and her inner walls clenched in anticipation as he gently clasped her between his teeth, scraping along the whole length of the engorged nub, and following up with a gentle flicker of his tongue as she pulled him ever closer to her.
She arched up pleadingly as his beautiful black head bobbed between each breast, hungry nips and sucks devouring the chocolate from her flesh.
Chichi let out a small wail of disappointment as he pulled away from her, it quickly turned into a sharp breath of delight as he tore off the remnants of his gi, and his thick erection sprang free. Two sets of coal black eyes, burning with longing, locked intently as they faced each other, naked and panting, their chests heaving with the force of their harsh, laboured breathing. Chichi pulled Goku toward her, her warm mouth latching onto one nipple as her hand wrapped around his shaft. Two thumbs lightly traced the contours of her hips, the rough, battle-hardened skin grazing against her velvet skin deliciously. The pressure of his caress became stronger by the second as her soft rhythmic stroking drove him beyond desire. He felt the gentle squeeze on the throbbing head of his desire, and snatched her hand away from him, replacing it with his own as he placed himself at her entrance. Hooking both arms under her knees, and grasping her hips tightly, he lifted her and pulled her down onto him, plunging easily into the depths of her slick sheath, a shaky moan of relief caressing her ear as he buried himself deep within her.
Goku held still, his heavy excited breath washing over her, warming and thrilling, for long seconds as he revelled in the feel of her tight silken warmth that engulfed him. Her arms reached for him as he pulled back from her and his mouth sought out hers, his tongue raking her mouth in perfect time with the slow, shallow rocking of his hips. Chichi's hands fisted in his hair, tugging in desperate excitement as the pleasure of his caresses and the feel of him within her built up. Slowly, Goku's pace gained momentum, changing from teasingly light strokes to deeply satisfying long, powerful thrusts.
Driving into her, Goku's eyes locked on hers, his arms held her tight against him, as he claimed her as his once more. He loosened his grip on her and rested her on the edge of the counter as one hand stroked along the bottom of her thigh, and burrowed between them, his fingers closing in on her swollen clitoris. Chichi arched back as he gently pinched her, coaxing her ever nearer to orgasm. Her breath was now coming in little hiccups as Goku thrust urgently into her, his flickering fingers teasing the swollen bud between her legs.
With a painful sounding cry, Chichi's muscles convulsed around him, and Goku's beautiful head flew back as the slow build up of tension in their bodies culminated in a million bright shards of fulfilment ripping through their bodies and the hot, molten bursts of his seed was released into her.
Goku wrapped his arm tighter around her hips, as the frantic pulsing of her walls threatened to drive him out. Grinding his hips into hers he forced himself to stay buried within the deep warmth. A low groan rumbled deep in his throat as satisfaction swept through him.
Goku's head lolled onto her shoulder, and he bathed Chichi in warm kisses as he held her close to him, his warm hands softly stroking her back, easing away the trembling of her tired muscles. Her head rested against his solid chest as she absently cupped and squeezed his muscular buttocks. They stayed wrapped in their tender embrace until their bodies had ceased to shiver, and their breathing returned to normal. Goku raised his head, and kissed Chichi's mouth gently, his eyes alight with love and a faint undertone of desire.
Goku looked up, alerted by a ki on the move,
"Gohan's on his way back…"
They hurriedly re-dressed and opened the door and windows, letting the fresh air in, and the scent of sex out. Chichi bustled around preparing to make a new cake for their tea, and sat Goku down at the table with a large bowl of fruit to keep him occupied. As she placed the bowl before him, he caught the back of her head in his hand and pulled her close, his tongue lazily bathing her ear as he spoke…
"I'm not done with you yet…"
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Eh, now you know why it takes me so long to write anything…
SO - to all those nay-sayers (You know who you are) who claimed that I couldn't finish a fic in under a year if my life depended on it - ya boo sucks!!
Heh - I may very well continue this…
Give Goku the sexual attention his utter gorgeousness deserves!