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Dragonball: Unforgotten
Chapter One Hundred and eighteen

The sun had long since gone down completely by the time you’d been able to dislodge yourself from Goku. Even next to such warm spring waters the air had a chill in it. Not that you felt it; the weather would need to be a lot colder before you felt it. Besides biology there was also the Goku of it all. Despite the fact that he’d been dislodged you couldn’t shake him - he wouldn’t let you out of his arms no matter what you did. Including when you used the warm spring to wash up a bit.

You wanted to hit him in equal measure to the desire to cuddle into him.

How in all of the worlds did Chichi not appreciate all the training he did? World ending motivations aside, the muscles in his arms felt so comforting. The warm springiness of his chest was the perfect headrest. There was just something so much better about a saiyan’s chest compared to a human’s. Maybe it was the extra warmth or the heart rate. Maybe it was some pheromones musk compound that you couldn’t consciously pick up. But whatever it was you just felt at home when you were being hugged. And Goku gave the best hugs. Not that you told him that or he might get a bigger head than he already had.

Nor did you want to let him know how you knew saiyan cuddles were better than human cuddles. Somehow you didn’t think Sharpener would appreciate the extra danger that could potentially put him in. Besides there was another conversation you wanted to have with him. Goku barely roused from his nap as you started to sit up. It wasn’t until you went to move his arms from around you so that you could fully sit up away from him, that he cracked an eye. When he saw your frown, Goku moved to sit up as well. Though even in his standard cross legged position, he tried to pull you back into his lap.

You resisted, pushing at his demanding hands, as you spoke out. “Goku you can’t hold me all day and night.”

“Who says?”

His hands, like your own, were busy. It was just that you and he worked to counteract one another. The exchange was only a handful of heart beats but it felt like eternity until he calmed down with all the grabbing. There was an unspoken compromise as he kept both of his hands on your legs with your knees touching him. You made sure to keep your hands on top of his own just to ensure that he didn’t immediately try to pull you back into his lap when he thought you weren’t paying attention.

“I do. Seriously, how am I supposed to get anything done if you’re always holding me?” You grumbled, trying to keep back the nonsensical grin.

As much as you protested, you did enjoy being held. It was just that there was a lot going on. There was a lot you needed to tell him that you didn’t want to do while cuddling. Somehow you figured that would have the opposite effect from what you wanted.

Goku seemed thoughtful at your question but then he simply smiled and shrugged. “I guess you’ll figure it out.”

And just like that, he pulled you into his lap regardless of your hands on his. You glared at the smiling face that you saw in front of you. In retaliation you made him as uncomfortable as you could as you refused to move your legs from their bent position. Which meant that your knees were digging into his stomach. Your tail slapped the ground behind you unhappily - or at least that’s what you’d tell him it was expressing if he asked. Unfortunately seeing as how he had his own for years, as well as having recently gotten it back, Goku knew a lot better than that. His own tail swayed happily behind him while you sat atop his legs.

You pushed at his chest to at least create an angle where you had some space. “Not okay Goku.”

“Why not? I like holding you and I know you like it.”

“....don’t,” you mumbled stubbornly.

Goku made a sort of teasing sound before saying, “Don’t lie. Lying is bad.”

“So is attacking someone in bed,” you continued to grumble.

“Huh? Attacking someone in bed?” Goku asked as he tilted his head. “Who did that?”

“You did.”

“Hmm, I don’t remember doing that…”

Your attempt to not smile wasn’t quite so hard to maintain at that point. “Goku it literally just happened.”

“I didn’t attack you,” he said with an honestly confused tone. “I just had sex with you in bed.”

“...without telling me,” you said dryly.

“So?”

You squeezed your eyes closed for a moment as you took in a breath. You could practically feel how confused he was. The fact that he didn’t know he did something wrong was mollifying. It was hard to be really mad at him considering that it had felt very, very good and you did still love him - emotions were stubborn like that. It was just that you knew eventually, at some point, it was going to be an issue. The whole do first and ask second mentality was cute, sure, but you knew that it was eventually just going to cause troubles. Like if he jumped the gun before you got to explain what had happened, what was happening really, to Gohan.

“You have to ask first Goku.”

“You liked it though, and you really wanted to have sex too. You were really, really ready. I could smell it,” Goku pointed out in a slightly more serious tone.

The fact that he was so blunt made your cheeks color. You knew that his sense of smell was his trigger and that he could smell (and taste) when you were ‘ready’ as he put it. It was just embarrassing to remember exactly how and why he’d known this time.

“That’s not the point. You’re supposed to give someone the chance to say no,” It was a lot of effort to get that out considering that all you wanted to do was hide your face.

“I didn’t want you to say no.”

The honesty was at least real.

“And that’s the problem right there.”

“What? How’s that a problem?”

“What if I decided that I wanted to have sex, right now, without asking? What if while you were asleep I just got on top of you and started?”

Goku just grinned.

You really did tuck your face into the top of his shoulder at that point. The stubborn fight in you trickled out in embarrassment. You relaxed your legs so that you were sitting on and around him, your heels touching the ground behind him.

“It was just a ‘what if’ Goku,” you groaned and pouted.

The conversation wasn’t what you wanted it to be. It didn’t even feel serious anymore. And you blamed him for that. It certainly wasn’t the fact that you were so embarrassed that speaking was difficult - nope, not at all.

“I wouldn’t mind,” he answered anyways. “I like having sex with you. It feels really, really good.”

“You’re still supposed to ask,” you tried to hammer in the point.

“Even if I know you’re ready?”

“Yes. Ask, look, wait for me to nod...smile at you...or...something,” you got out. “Not just go for it. Goku, I didn’t even know it was you until…”

Despite the fact that you trailed off, Goku frowned at that admission. His hand went to the back of your head and pretended to want to stroke your hair. He didn’t want you to look up and see the suddenly violent thoughts that passed through his eyes. By the way his neck muscles tightened, you could tell he was tense either way. It was just that you decided not to bring it up; you kind of liked how him playing with your hair felt. So much so that you almost started to fall asleep. It had been such a long day.

"Did Gohan ask?" Goku asked with a tense jaw.

You nodded against him. Gohan didn't always ask with words anymore, but unlike Goku he gave you ample chance to say no. He asked with his actions more than even you did. Like how he'd stripped down after you and massaged your stomach from behind long enough for you to get the idea. Of course then he'd tortured you a bit…before…

Shit.

“Oh shit, Gohan is probably worried sick,” you fussed under your breath as you played the last two hours through your mind.

You could still feel that he had stayed in one area. You were pretty sure it was the direction of the island you’d parked your strange car in.

As you felt around for Gohan’s energy, Goku continued to frown. He really didn’t want you to keep thinking about Gohan because that might prompt you to go back. So instead of remarking back to that comment, he loosened his hold to splash one of his warm, large hands over the bump you’d developed so far. Unfortunately even though you were starting to look pregnant there really wasn’t much for him to feel. It wasn’t like she was in there kicking or anything yet.

“Did you pick out a name?”

You blinked. And then you stared at the flesh you’d just buried your face into. You stared at it hard as your worries about Gohan worrying about you mixed with the knowledge that you hadn’t really spent much time thinking of the kid growing inside of you.

“Uuuuuhg,” you groaned. “I’m not even really a mom and I’m already failing her.”

Goku jostled you slightly as you continued to sit on his lap. “It’s okay. You’ve got plenty of time to pick out a name.”

“Me?” You asked as you wrinkled your nose a little.

“Uh-Huh,” the affectionate man confirmed.

“You don’t want to help name her?”

“I still don’t know a lot of good names. I want her to have a good name. I bet you’ll come up with the best one.”

Considering that you had apparently picked out Gohan’s name before he was conceived by just asking Goku about his grandpa, the bar was set pretty low. However it was nice that Goku was at least remembering something about his eldest son with fondness considering his tone from a minute ago. The two of them had been at odds for so long because of you. Something as simple as not frowning at the idea of Gohan’s name somehow seemed like a step in a good direction, as sad as that was.

“I had a couple in mind before we brought you back,” you admitted.

“Like what?”

You rolled your forehead against him so that you were facing down as you pouted. “I don’t remember. I know I’d thought about it but I can’t remember what I had been thinking about.”

Goku laughed and readjusted his arms so that he was holding you around your ribs again. “I’m sure you’ll remember. And if you don’t remember before she’s born, you can name her later.”

“It’d be a little weird to have a kid and have nothing to call her.”

“Awe it won’t be that bad,” Goku’s tone was jovial. “I didn’t hear my name for years and it turned out alright.”

“...Goku, no offense but I’m not planning on letting her squish me and then grow up alone. So having a name to call her while we raise her is needed.”

“If you say so.”

You finally started to move your hands towards his with the intent to unlatch yourself from the man behind you. The moment Goku realized that’s what you were trying to do he tightened his grip. You wiggled in his hold before he simply picked you up. You laughed as felt your legs being swung up so that he could hold you bridle style. Before he was able to readjust his grip you continued the flipping motion he’d started until you’d completely flipped up and over out of his arms. When you’d landed beside him, facing him nonetheless, you grinned. By this point you had months of practice escaping all sorts of different holds. Slipping away from handsy saiyan men seemed to come naturally to you.

Goku blinked as he stared at you. His grin spread over his face. The game of chase was on before the first laugh fell out of your lips. Even without the outward use of his energy, Goku was still quick.
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