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Prologue
By : Herpb4uDerp
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Before we get to the story at hand... let's take a step back to a few of the events following the defeat of Cell...

Flash Back 1; Different Problems

Capsule Corp.

His eyes keep fluttering closed, his breathing is just a tad labored through his slightly open mouth. One hand is supporting his weight on the night stand behind him, the other is curled into the blue hair sitting on a top of a pretty face bobbing back and forth at his waist. His pants are barely holding on and are unzipped with the belt hastily undone giving her just enough access, because... well, this was a surprise and he hadn't been prepared.

He has to remember not to grip too hard. He has to remember not to push her too hard. Especially as she gets older, he has to remember to be gentler. Their passionate, wild romps are getting fewer and farther between. He looks down at her hair, it's just beginning to gray and something inside him aches.

It's far from the best sex he, a planet-purging mercenary descended from Saiyan Royalty, has had but he still loves her. Even if he never says it. And he still loves the way she feels around him. So he does what he can to control himself because she just can't take it like she used to. Not that she’s ever been able to handle him but it's getting harder. He is only getting stronger while she seems to weaken every day.

He made mistakes in the beginning when they were first together because he didn't know the limits of a human. After that he hardly ever hurt her and when he did it was always minor. Strains, bruises, the occasional shoulder dislocation... all in all she didn't seem to mind, in fact sometimes she seemed to relish it like he did battle scars.... Until recently.

After he reached Super Saiyan his power exploded and they started having issues again. He fractured her rib. Twice. And broke her wrist. They had to change a few things. But it was worth it because here they are just a few months later and this time he’s even not lying to her about being in control.

He bites his lip and gently presses her further forward than she's been going and she lets him. She always lets him. Kami, that's why I love her. She looks up at him, with watery but flirtatious eyes, tiny wrinkles starting to form in the corners as one of her hands snakes around to his back. Her nimble fingers press around the small scar in the center of his lower back where his tail used to be. She knows it's cheating but she does it anyway because she just couldn't deep throat him like she knew he wanted.

The shock of pleasure that shoots straight to his groin is enough to send him over, but it catches him off guard and he jerks forward forcing her head to the base of his shaft as he releases. She starts tapping on his arm and it takes him a few moments to come down before he let's go. She leans back with a choked gasp.

He offers her a hand and pulls her up. She wipes her mouth and the tears from her cheeks with a mischievous grin, surely thinking up some smart remark to make and he pushes her over on to the bed as gently as he can. He crawls over top of her, kissing every inch of her as he goes. She starts giggling, complaining that she's ticklish, but he knows it's a lie and continues. When he reaches her neck he pauses. He drinks in her red, grinning, tear streaked face. Then he goes in for the kill and leaves several deep purple marks along her collar and neck. She grips his shoulders and wraps her legs around his thighs, moaning softly in his sensitive ears.

He rolls them over so she's laying on top of him and looks up at her.

"Are you saying I should get mine?"
He nods with a stern expression.
"Well, then I certainly will." She grinds her hips against his and feels that he's still hard. Oh, how she loves the Saiyan race for that. He barely has time to blink before she has his pants completely stripped off and she's slowly easing herself down onto him with a gasp.
His brow furrows together and he fails to suppress a deep rumbling sigh as he feels her warmth completely envelope him. She's so wet already.

He lets her set the pace. His hands barely touch her, loosely sitting on her hips. She takes them in her own and runs them up and down her body softly. Everything about her is soft as she lifts herself up and down a little faster. She throws her head back and he barely resists bucking up into her like he so desperately wanted. She's getting close and he holds her so he can help her go a little faster. He watches her closely for that face he loves. The face of complete satisfaction. He never thought he would learn to love something so sweet. And there it is.

The worry that this painfully gentle intimacy is temporary doesn't stop her from rolling off of him with a satisfied hum tonight. He turns to face her as she starts running her fingers through his hair.

"What are you thinking about?" she says with a little afterglow still hazing her eyes.
"Hm?"
"Your brows are so deep, you look... more serious than usual." she smiles and lets her fingers trail across his face. He takes her hand gently and places it on the bed.
"It's nothing." he turns back over to his back.
"It's never nothing with you."
"I- I just..." You're aging so fast. He feels his heart stop momentarily, and you're barely strong enough as it is... If we keep doing this, injury is a only a question of when... not if.
His phone buzzes saving him from the anxiety of his thoughts.
He picks it up and looks at the screen.

Kakarot 12:32
Wanna spar?

"Who is it?"
He smirks. The only other person in the universe who seems to have as much power over me as you do.

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Mt Paozu

His wife is in the shower while he sits on the edge of the bed naked staring at his phone debating whether or not he should push the send button.

An hour before, he and his devoted wife were trying their best to do their spousely duties. Key word: trying because as usual, they failed. They didn't have the experience or know-how to change what was wrong even after almost ten years together. Neither of them wanted it to be this way, but it was what it was and at least they were in it together. Both of them sometimes wonder if getting married at 19 was the best idea, but their son Gohan continually reminds them that it's all worth it.... not that Goku doesn't love Chi Chi. He does. ... and he's sure Chi Chi loves him... but... is this really what it's supposed to feel like?

In the beginning, they had both been so innocent... The awkward naivety seemed normal. He stared at her with wide curious eyes when she undressed for him for the first time. He was smart enough not to let the disappointment show when she finally stripped down to nothing but a bashful smile and layed next to him... He didn't think she was ugly he just hoped she'd be... stronger?... looking. The resulting first few attempts on their wedding night had thus been unsuccessful because Goku couldn't get hard to save his life. Chi Chi cried and cried, despite his constant reassurance that she was in fact the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. He insisted that he was just new to this and they didn't know what they were doing.

That was an understatement. Not only did he not know what he was doing, but the only education he'd ever recieved on the matter was from Oolong and master Roshi and their large collection of magazines and movies he never found as interesting as they did. He once asked if they had the same videos but with men because girls are kind of weird, aren't they? He'd never been shy about asking blunt and awkward questions before but the look he recieved from both of them made him uncomfortable enough to never ask again. Or think about why he asked in the first place. ...It was easier just to funnel all those thoughts into his training rather than to deal with them. He was fine. He and Chi Chi were fine. This was normal.

Chi Chi disagreed but as the years passed her incessant at times heated requests for him to go see a doctor which he actively resisted because no one is coming near me with a needle! eventually died down and their relationship relaxed. Although it never got easier between them in bed and in fact the more they tried the more clear the problem became.

And the problem was that Goku... really didn’t like sex. At all. It was difficult and always seemed to leave him disappointed even when he did manage to get off and over the years it had become nothing short of a chore. His lack of interest frustrated Chi Chi, who if she's being honest with herself, really enjoyed sex! Or, she did when she could get him going.... if she could get him going which was a task in and of itself. Although she found he could usually manage to stay hard if he took her from behind. So that was something. And at the very least, she had a high ki for a human so she could take it pretty damn well even after he'd reached Super Saiyan. Especially on nights like tonight, when he felt particularly frustrated and needed to pound harder than usual to get there.

Goku stops when her head smacks into the headboard. He apologizes and is all set to just call it a night, but she won’t give up that easy. She hates to think about what her always absent husband might get up to if she doesn't try to keep him interested. So she presses back onto him and coaxes him into starting back up.

He sighs and stares at the wall in front of him letting his mind wander back to fighting. Something about sex always drew his thoughts to fighting. The feeling of going all out, the fist-body contact, the blood rush, the energy, the way his muscles can be pushed to the limit, the- the sweat, the heat ...the clothing being slowly stripped away by-
“Unh- yes- harder-” he says quietly closing his eyes to better see the muscular, narrow waist-ed, broad shouldered body with no soft spots. The body he imagines he is pounding, no- fighting, we’re fighting, harder, faster, and-

Chi Chi's high pitched voice pulls him out of his fantasy spar and he looks down at his wife. He hates when she starts talking in bed, especially when she uses that voice. Sometimes he even put his hand over her mouth to shut her up when he was getting close. They never talked about when he did that.

Tonight he just slows as he takes in her soft curves arched in pleasure exaggerating her feminine charm and long silky hair draped over her delicate back and shoulders. Then he stops and pulls out, only half hard.

"I'm sorry, Chi. I just can't tonight"

She pulls the sheets up over her body and gives him a quiet but disappointed nod. He flops on the bed while she gets up and makes her way to the bathroom.

He wishes he didn't have to think so much about sparring when they have sex but it's been the key to any success they've managed to have. Although he'd never tell Chi Chi this, she was already far too self conscious about this part of their marriage, and it seemed to be less the sparring and more who he's sparring that he finds himself focusing on. Sometimes he felt bad about it but then a part of him also wonders if it's just because fighting is so ingrained in his Saiyan blood. Maybe all Saiyans are this way. Have difficulty separating fighting and... sex.

"Chi..."
She pauses just as she's at the door, "What?"
"Do you think you'll get back into martial arts again?"
"Don't be ridiculous Goku. It's enough that you're always gone training." She shuts the bathroom door.
My training has saved the earth countless times. He frowns to himself at her remark then sits back up and pulls out his simple flip phone she gave him so she could keep better tabs on him. He searches through it for a cure to the inevitable insomnia he'll have tonight. He debates for a few moments then presses send.
He gets a response within a few minutes,

Vegeta 12:34
"Wasteland in 30."
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