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DragonBall V: A World Both Familiar and Foreign

Chapter 28: I Ain’t No Nice Guy After All

Mr. Popo hurried over to the large
dining table and laid some freshly made food into the center of it and picked
up the already emptied serving platters scattered across it. Sweat beaded his
brow as he watched three Saiyans and two demi-Saiyans
stuffing food into their mouths as quickly as their chopsticks could bring it
from the plates. The humans had eaten their fair share and wisely moved out of
the way, since Chaotzu had nearly lost a hand to
Vegeta’s ravenous appetite already. “My… I had forgotten how… intense the
Saiyans are with their eating.” The black-skinned genie commented nervously.

“You’re telling me? I’ve had to watch that kind of eating
for half my life, and it still amazes me.” Krillin commented.

Nearly as one the warriors all leaned back into their chairs
and sighed in content and patted their stuffed bellies. “Oh man, that was great Mr. Popo!
The food on that planet I was on was no where near as delicious as here on
Earth!” Goku commented, wiping his mouth with a napkin after noticing Chichi’s warning glare. “Ah… I am stuffed!”

“Now that our appetites are satisfied, it’s time to decide
on who uses this hyperbolic time chamber thing first. I say I use it first,
since I am obviously the most powerful warrior here and could make the best use
out of it.” Vegeta grinned with pride.

“Two people may enter at the same time.” Kami stated,
ignoring Piccolo’s death glare.

“And they can only stay at a maximum two days, or two years
of training time.” The formerly evil Namek added. “But I would suggest that
whoever goes first only stays one day. It’s bad enough that we have to let
those androids run amok for that long, as it is.”

“A year is more than enough for me to obliterate their tin
can asses.” Vegeta boasted.

“We should decide on training pairs then and the order in
which they will train before anyone enters the chamber.” Peasa stated with an
authoritative tone.

“Kakkarot and I should go first. Then
Trunks and Peasa. Then Runt and Kakkarot’s
brat. That should be more than enough to take on these androids and
anyone else that decides to join them.” Vegeta asserted.

“I was thinking you and Trunks, then Gohan and I, Piccolo and Krillin, then Peasa and Tien
maybe?” Goku looked at Tien to see if he wanted a
turn.

“But dad, I don’t think I…” Gohan
started to say, but was interrupted by Peasa.

“Kakkarot, you just throw me on the end as an afterthought?
Look, I know you don’t know me that well, but I can…” Peasa was then
interrupted by Vegeta.

“You’ll train when we tell you to train, brat. Respect your
elders, or don’t train at all.” The prince growled, earning a glare from the
Saiyan girl. [AN: I really wish I was a talented artist and could draw and post
a picture of Peasa. If anyone out there is at least somewhat talented at
drawing people and wants to take a crack at it, please do so and email me what
you come up with. The best I can describe her is imagine what Pan would look
like if Vegeta and Videl got together but give her hair like teen Gohan. She’s
about the same height as teen Videl. If someone DOES decide to draw come
concept picture(s) of her and needs more information or whatever feel free to
email me and I’ll respond ASAP. Arigato!] “Trunks and
I do not make good training partners. We’ve discovered that already.”

“That’s because you seem to enjoy beating me to within an
inch of my life, otousan.” Trunks nearly spat out the
last word.

The prince grinned. “It’s good for you, brat. It toughens
you up. I never said I was a nice guy, did I?”

The lavender haired demi-saiyan
crinkled his nose but chose not to comment. Gohan spoke up again now that the
conversation had finally reached a pause. “Father, I would only slow you down
in training. I haven’t put a lot of effort into martial arts since before you
and Mr. Vegeta went to Namek. I… don’t want to be a fighter.”

“That’s because you’re a scholar, not a ruffian like your
father!” Chichi piped in.

Goku stared at Gohan in shock. “You haven’t trained that
much?! That’s horrible! Oh man, I really wish I had been here. This is so
depressing! But, I think I can get you trained.”

Fear was evident in the boy’s eyes. “Mr. Piccolo? Please,
explain to my father why I don’t want to train!”

The Namek grimaced and pulled the Saiyan aside and talked to
him for several minutes. They both looked at the boy several times and a frown
was evident on Goku’s normally happy face. “You all should really hurry up and
decide who will train first. I sense a great evil brewing on Earth. I think
it’s an even greater threat then the androids.” Kami stated with a frown on his
wrinkled face. He didn’t miss the glare cast at him from Piccolo at the sound
of his voice, but he didn’t care what his ‘other half’ thought of him.

Goku and Piccolo returned and the Saiyan man rested a hand
on his son’s shoulder. “I won’t force you to train, son. If you’re that opposed
to it, I understand. I’m proud of you either way.”

Gohan smiled and nearly burst into tears at his father’s
sentiment. “Arigato, otousan.”

Vegeta sighed, knowing the boy was wasting his amazing
potential. “I have a solution. I will go in with Shortie.
Kakkarot and Green-bean can go in tomorrow. Then my
brats can go in the day after. If the androids aren’t dead and if anyone else
feels like going in, they can come up with their own schedule. How is that?”
Vegeta suggested.

“Or you and Goku can go in and I can go in with Peasa…”
Krillin added, with a lecherous grin cast at the Saiyan girl.

“We will go in the pairs I just stated. Do I make myself
clear, baldie!?” The prince glared at the monk with
an ever-deepening scowl on his face.

“Sounds perfect to me.” Krillin
said immediately, laughing nervously.

“Me too. You ok with that,
Piccolo?” Goku asked the Namek.

Piccolo scowled and turned to glare at Kami. “Fine. Kami, I want to talk to you in private, you wrinkled
old bastard.”

“With an invitation like that, how could I refuse?” Kami
quipped without humor, following the other Namek out of earshot of the others,
much to Mr. Popo’s chagrin.

Vegeta walked over and gave Bulma a passionate kiss, then a
tender one atop Okura’s head as he suckled at his mother’s breast. “I’ll see
you soon… not soon enough for my liking.” He cast a glance at his adoptive
daughter and his son from an alternate future. “Take care of your mother and
the little brat, or I’ll break both of your necks. Got it?”

“Hai, Otousan.”
They both stated in unison, then glared at each other
for it.

The prince grabbed Krillin as he was starting to wander over
to the Saiyan girl for a goodbye kiss and dragged him into the hyperbolic time
chamber. Goku walked over and poked Peasa with his elbow. “So… what’s going on
between you and Krillin?”

“We just have a little fun. Not that it’s any of your
business.” The girl frowned at Goku and walked over to Mr. Popo.
“Got any books up here?”

“Oh… yes of course! I’ll show you to the library.” The genie
quickly hurried off with the girl, sensing the tension in the air and wanting
no part of it.

“What was all that about?” Goku asked, scratching the back
of his head.

“Um… she takes a while to warm up to people. And since she
thought you were dead…” Trunks looked at the older Saiyan critically. “So…
feeling ok? Not having any… heart problems?”

Goku blinked in surprise. “No. So… you’re Vegeta’s son from
the future or something? What’s that all about?”

The lavender-haired demi-Saiyan
grimaced, not wanting to get into this conversation now. “Something like that. Say, Ms. Chichi looks lonely. You guys probably
have some catching up to do, ne?”

The Saiyan looked over at his wife and a big grin came to
his lips. “Yeah… yeah we do. Keep an eye on Gohan until Piccolo comes back from
his talk with Kami, would ya?” He walked over to
Chichi and strolled away with her without awaiting a response.

Trunks looked over at Gohan who had sat down and started to
play chess with Chaotzu. “Yeah…
sure. I’ve been meaning to get to know the young Gohan anyway.”

************************

Videl decided to make use of the empty dojo since she knew
her father wouldn’t return for quite a while. She gracefully moved about the
gym, throwing punches and kicks into the body bags and rolling on the mat to
train her dodging skills. She paused for a few moments to catch her breath then
started with some basic katas before moving up to the
more advanced ones she had learned recently. It still got under her skin that
Mr. Satan had refused to train her, his own daughter, so she took her
frustrations out with her maneuvers.

“I have to train harder. The Budoukai is in only two years,
and I am not ready! I have to be stronger and faster than Gohan. I will beat
him this time!” Videl proclaimed, launching herself into a graceful yet
powerful spinning kick that would likely snap the neck of most men. She
finished her moves and crouched down to catch her breath. “What I want is a
sensei though, darn it.”

She went upstairs and took a quick shower to rinse the sweat
off then looked into the tape collection next to the huge television set that
was her father’s most recent purchase. She picked up the tape to first
televised Budoukai and put it into the tape player and plopped onto the couch
to watch it for inspiration on new moves. She quickly became fascinated by
three fighters in particular, recognizing Krillin though he was barely older
than herself in this tape. Another she recognized as
Gohan’s father, and the last was an old man named Jackie Chun. By the end of
the tournament, all had mentioned an old master named Roshi. She frowned at the
kamehameha wave, noticing that all the fighters there
seemed to accept it as a legitimate move even though her father had told her it
was just a fancy lightshow and a trick. “It looks deadly. Is it just a beam of
light? And how did Gohan’s dad turn into that huge ape?”

The girl sighed and got up to stretch, feeling her muscles
becoming stiff from sitting still for several hours. She had dinner then
decided to look up any information she could find on the turtle hermit. She
soon found an island listed as his residence and decided that it was worth a
try to find the old man and see if he would train her. She went to one of her
father’s planes, one that had a robotic pilot, and ordered it to take her to Roshi’s island home. Finding out that the trip would take
quite a long time [AN: Erasa said it was a 5 hour
drive from the 439 mountain area to Satan City so I’ll assume about 2.5 hours
of flight time and since the distance is nearly double that from Satan City to Roshi’s island that makes it about a 5 hour flight… approximately]
Videl took a nap, leaning back in her chair while the robotic pilot flew the
plane to it’s destination.

The girl awoke when the plane lurched so she looked out the
window and found herself on a small island. She sat up and yawned, stretching
her arms out before she stood. “Wait here.” She commanded the robot pilot and
walked off the ship and headed towards the house in the center of the island. “Kame house… well, they call Roshi the turtle elder, so this
must be the place.” Videl commented to herself. She knocked on the door and
waited for several minutes before knocking once again. When she received no
reply she opened the door and stuck her head inside. “HELLO?!
Is anyone home!?” Again, no response.

“Darn it! I flew all the way out here and there’s no one
here? Well, Roshi was pretty old. Could he have croaked?” Videl wondered aloud,
strolling into the house to check. “Ugh… the place hasn’t been cleaned in
ages.” After an exhaustive search, all she found was a huge collection of
naughty magazines, which she quickly moved away from with a ruddy blush on her
cheeks.

Up in Otherworld, Muten Roshi
leaned forward as he looked into his sister’s crystal ball. “What?!
There’s a pretty girl in my home and I’m stuck up here?! Oh,
just my luck!”

Urana Baba scowled at her
perverted brother. “Calm yourself, Roshi. That girl is just shy of 9 years old.
Even you wouldn’t chase after her.” <I hope.>

Roshi squinted and shook his head. “Oh, these old eyes of
mine are playing tricks on me. She looks at least 16 to me.”
He squinted again.

“Wishful thinking, perhaps.” Urana suggested. “You could return to Earth, you know.
Train the girl, if you like.”

Roshi pointed at the halo over his head. “Have
you forgotten about my little health problem?”

“That didn’t stop you when you went down into that girl’s
bathhouse. Or the time you paid a visit to the Earth king’s daughter when she
was sunbathing. Or the time you…” The old woman started recounting times that
Roshi had visited the Earth as well as several other planets with humanoid and
attractive females.

“Ok, ok! But I still can’t stay for more than a day. Rules
are rules.” The turtle hermit grumbled.

The fortune teller frowned in thought. “The girl has
remarkable potential. It’s a shame for her to fumble about with training herself.
She could stand for some real mentoring. I could pull some strings for you.
Perhaps I could pay a visit to Namek and have Porunga
wish you back since Shenlon already has once before
and is no longer able to…”

Roshi jumped up and started dancing comically. “Oh joy, oh
joy! That’d be great! Oh, I miss my girlie magazines!”

“ON ONE CONDITION!” Urana shouted, quieting the old pervert down. “You agree to
train that girl and not corrupt her with your perversion. Do I make myself
clear?”

The turtle hermit’s head moved up and down in a blur of a
nod. “Oh yes! Oh yes! That sounds wonderful! It’ll be great to have a pupil
again. And a pretty girl no less!”

“You keep in mind that pretty girl is still a little pretty girl. Now, if you agree
you can go ahead down to Earth. I’ll go to Namek’s
check in station and contact the current elder about wishing you back. Train
that girl and we’ll call it even. And you train her well. I sense great things
in her future.” The fortune telling old woman gave her brother a critical glare
then waved her hand, using her power to teleport the man to his island home.
“Whew… that took a lot out of me. Time to go to Namek.”
She floated off, her crystal ball trailing behind her.

On Earth, Videl was just coming out of the house when she
nearly collided with the newly Earthbound Roshi. “Oh! You scared me.” Videl
exclaimed.

<Oh crud, she is
only 9 or so. She’s still a looker though. Give her a few years and she might
give this old man a kiss in thanks for all the training I’ll give her.> He
let out a perverted laugh for a few moments then began to sweat when he
realized he was doing it out loud. He coughed and looked down at the girl
through his ever-present sunglasses. “I assume you were looking for me, young
lady?”

Videl frowned. <He doesn’t look like much.> “Are you Muten Roshi, the turtle elder? The one
who trained Son Goku and Krillin?”

“That’s me. Those were my two best pupils. I also trained
Gohan, Goku’s father, as well as Ox King, Chichi’s
father.” Roshi added. <Chichi… now that girl turned into
one pretty young lady. I wonder what she’s up to?
Oh, that Goku is a lucky man!>

Videl frowned. “I think you’re losing your memory, old man.
Gohan is Goku’s son, not his father.”

“Gohan was named after his grandfather, young lady! Now I
may look old, but I’m as spry as they come!” Roshi did a little dance to
demonstrate his youthful energy, though it looked more like he had a squirrel
running around in his shell that he was trying to grab at.

Videl felt sweat forming on her brow as she regarded the old
coot. “Um… right. Well, I came to ask if you would train me?
I’ve asked my father but he refuses because I’m a girl,
or something like that. Which really pisses me off.
Where does he get off…” She kept talking but Roshi
tuned her out as he glanced into his house hoping that Oolong or Krillin hadn’t
swiped all his girlie magazines.

“Well I’ll consider training you, but you’re pretty young.
If you were a bit older, I’d train you for a kiss. Don’t suppose you’d be
willing to…” Roshi began to ask.

“GROSS!” Videl exclaimed, cutting the pervert off before he
could ask anything that would earn him a kick in the jaw.

“Eh… what I meant to say is, perhaps when you’re older
you’ll honor an old man with a sweet kiss in thanks for all the training I give
you…” The hermit grinned and hoped for the best.

Mr. Satan’s daughter grimaced and felt her stomach turn at
the thought. “Um… I can pay you for lessons. How does 300 zeni
a lesson sound?”

“I don’t charge… wait… 300 zeni!?”
<I could buy so many magazines with that much! I might even be able to get a
girl to kiss me! And get a bigger television to watch my exercise programs! Oh,
I hope those are still on…> “It’s a deal!” <Oh darn… I won’t get that
kiss now… I would have happily waited 5 or 6 years…>

Videl smiled and assumed a fighting stance. “Then let’s
start.”

“I need to test your abilities first, and get you a shell to
train with. Have patience, young lady. Would you consider moving here to
train?” Roshi wasn’t sure whether he wanted a girl as young as her around or
not. She wasn’t even old enough for him to leer at guilt free. She didn’t
really have anything to leer about, other than a pretty face anyway.

Videl frowned. “I go to school. And I doubt my father would
be thrilled with me moving in with an old man. We do have a house somewhat
closer to here than the one in Orange
Star City…
a beach house. Dad won’t mind if I stay there and go to the school in that
city… he barely noticed if I’m home or not anyway.” Videl scratched her head
then nodded. “That’s what I’ll do. Now… let’s begin, please. I’m eager to
learn.”

Roshi nodded. “Yes, yes. I see that. All
right.”

Videl raised an eyebrow and cocked her head slightly to the
side. “Is that a halo over your head?”

************************

Android #18 leaned against the door frame and looked out of
the door of the cabin she and her brother had holed up in to find her a change
of clothes. They had decided to rest there a bit simply because they were bored
and had nothing better to do. “It’s lovely here. I think I rather like being
near the beach. It’s comforting in a way. Do you think we lived near the ocean
before… Dr. Gero?”

17 shrugged, plopping down on the bed and rubbing at his
shower soaked hair with a towel. “I have no idea. It wouldn’t surprise me
though. For some reason I can almost remember being in the ocean. Swimming maybe. Or… what’s the word… oh yes, surfing.
Perhaps we only visited the beach though. Who knows? Does it even matter?”

18 turned and frowned at her brother. “It should. But I
suppose it doesn’t. Could you put some clothes on, please? At
least some underwear. I don’t want to look at your thing.”

#17 looked down then back up at his twin sister with a
playful grin. “It’s called a penis, sis. Did Gero scramble
your brain? But all right, if it bothers you I’ll get dressed.”

“It doesn’t bother me. I don’t really care, but if I’m
looking at a penis I’d prefer it to belong to someone who isn’t my twin
brother.” The blonde android retorted.

The dark haired artificial human chuckled and pulled on some
boxers and then some jeans he had found that were a bit too big but a tight
belt made them manageable enough. “Perhaps I should have tried it out on that
cute girl? Though it would have been more fun if she was awake and willing, I
must admit.”

#18 chose not to comment on that, instead looking back out
at the ocean’s water. “Was there any hot water left? I don’t really fancy a
cold shower.”

“Should be just fine. If you’d
rather wait a bit that’s your call. I’m in no hurry.” 17 stretched out on the
bed with his hands behind his head and stared up at the ceiling. <I feel
like I should be restless, but… strangely I’m not. Is this Gero’s
doing, or was I always this mellow?>

18 nodded and went into the bathroom and stripped her
stained clothes off and ran the water until it was steaming. She stepped in and
sighed, closing her eyes and leaning forward until the hot spray was hitting
the back of her head and dripping down her face. <I didn’t even realize that
it could feel this good. I feel like I never want to get out of the shower.>
She sighed and turned to let the spray hit her back, feeling her enhanced
muscles loosening from the heat. She took the opportunity to let her hands
wander over her body, wondering if everything on the outside was the same as
before Dr. Gero had cybernetically
enhanced her. Momentary flashes of memory came to her as she relaxed, mostly of
a younger 17 smiling at her, or running around playing. A woman came into her
mind as well, a blonde haired woman who looked a lot like her but with a
slightly more rounded face and a softer body figure. “Could she be… my mother?”

18 shrugged as the memories stopped coming and turned to
face the water again, feeling it hitting her face and running down her neck and
breasts. She reached up and cupped them gently, wondering if they were this
large before Gero’s tinkering or if he had enhanced
them as well. “They feel real enough… soft but firm. They seem to fit my body
so I assume they weren’t enlarged. Not that it really matters.” The girl looked
back at her pert bottom and smiled in satisfaction, finding it to her liking.
“I’m rather attractive. Whether my appearance was altered or not matters
little.”

Her hand wandered down to gingerly stroke between her legs,
finding her opening moist with natural wetness. She turned her back into the
spray and kept touching herself there, finding the sensation enjoyable. She
closed her eyes and the short bald man appeared in her mind. “Mmm… he was so cute. And such a good
kisser. He’d look better with some hair, but I’m not complaining. I
wonder how good a lover he is? That tongue of his went into my mouth and did
such delicious things… I wonder how it’d feel here…” 18 gasped as she felt her
arousal increasing. She briefly thought about Vegeta and his manhandling of
her, but even though it had been a bit arousing, she didn’t find the man that
appealing, so her mind returned to the bald man. “Krillin, I believe his name
is. Mmmmm…. Krillin. I’ll
have to pay another visit to him after this business with Goku is taken care
of.” She sighed softly and started thrusting two of her fingers into herself
and leaned back against the shower wall, imagining that Krillin was thrusting
away into her. Her other hand moved up to squeeze her left breast and pinch at
her nipple, the movement stemming from her imaginary lover suckling at her
breast.

She groaned softly as an intense but pleasurable sensation
radiated through her body in waves from her center and she lost her footing as
her knees became weak and she slumped down to the shower floor and leaned back
against the wall and took deep breaths to calm down. “I definitely need to do
that again sometime… wow!” She smiled and relaxed, then stood up a few minutes
later to continue washing herself, even though she found that she only had a
strangely sweet scent radiating from skin though she was sure there was a bit
of bird poop smell on her from when 17 had thrown the bird, unintentionally
into her. She leaned her head out of the shower’s spray and sniffed at her
hair, finding it had a slight orange blossom scent and the water had cleaned it
sufficiently so she didn’t need to use the shampoo, which was a good thing
since it was some macho manly brand that sounded like it would likely reek.

She turned the shower off and grabbed a towel and dried
herself quickly then wrapped it around herself and stepped out of the bathroom.
“Did any of these clothes look like they’d fit me, at least somewhat decently?”
18 asked her brother.

17 pointed at a chair which held a flannel shirt that looked
like it had once been larger but had been shrunken by a careless washing, as
well as a pair of jeans that looked like they belonged to a 10 year old. She
frowned and found a pair of boxers in the pile that also looked like they
belonged to a 10 year old. “Is this the best you found?”

The dark haired android rolled over to look at her, propping
his head on his hand and elbow. “Yeah. Everything else
is either quite a bit larger than that, or looks like a toddler owned them. There’s
a picture over there of a man and a little girl, probably his daughter. The man
looked familiar too.”

18 glanced at the picture and frowned. “Not surprising. He
was in that plane we passed. The one we buzzed?” She tossed the towel down and
slid the boxers on.

“You have a great ass, sis. I wonder if it was like that
before Gero?” 17 wondered aloud.

The blonde android glared at her brother. “Why does it not
surprise me that you’re checking me out?”

An amused grin spread over the boy’s face. “What? I’m just
curious. I’m not thinking any inappropriate thoughts, if that’s what you’re
thinking. Well, not about you anyway.”

18 rolled her eyes. “You’re impossible. Maybe after we see
this Goku we should get you a girlfriend.” She yanked on the jeans and grimaced
as she zipped them up. “Well, they fit but I think I could stop traffic in
them…”

17 yawned and stretched then sat up. “Yeah,
if not the jeans than your tits. Damn!”

The blonde scowled. “Must you be so crude? You sound like a
moron.” She buttoned up the flannel shirt and looked down and frowned. It was
so large she could have been flat chested or had
oversized breasts and nobody could tell the difference. She brushed her hair
out with her fingers then shrugged. “It’ll do. Better than bird brains and
shit. Wanna hang out here a while or head out?”

The raven haired android shrugged. “I say we hang out here a
while longer. I’m in no rush. I’d like to take a nap. Get some sleep that isn’t
induced by a shut off switch, you know? Care to join me?”

18 nodded and got on the other side of the overly large king
sized bed. “Damn, I almost don’t know which way I’m supposed to lay. Good thing
there’s pillows.” She glanced over and saw that her brother had already dozed
off so she turned to face the ocean and felt herself drift into sleep as well
as she tried to ignore the buzzing in her brain that was demanding she
slaughter Goku and anyone related to him.

************************

Goku grinned at Chichi. “I missed you, Chi… I nearly forgot
how beautiful you are.” He held her close and inhaled her scent, a dreamy look
coming over his face at the smell.

His wife smiled and gave him a sweet kiss and held him
close, delighting in how his hard muscles felt against her soft skin. “I missed
you too, Goku.” She giggled when she felt his strong hands move down to cup her
bum. She looked up into his eyes and her eyebrow rose suggestively, earning a
boyish grin from her mate.

He squeezed her bottom and then laid her down gently, stripping
away her clothing as carefully as he could. Though he knew she could take it if
he got rougher, she preferred a soft and gentle touch and he was happy to
oblige. He sometimes wished he could go all out with her, but hearing her soft
gasps more than made up for the care he had to take with her. Goku leaned back
to look her up and down, drinking in her naked beauty. “Wow.”

Chichi giggled and refrained the
urge to cover herself with her hands. “Goku, you’ve seen me before. Lots of times.”

“I know… but… wow.” He tossed his clothes off eagerly and
lay down beside her, leaning over to kiss her sweet lips. He still had to refrain a giggle whenever he felt her tongue move into his
mouth, but he had grown accustomed to the feeling over the years and even found
it enjoyable. His hand trailed up her firm stomach and then cupped her right
breast and rolled it gently in his hand and squeezed it. “Mmm…
Chichi…”

The woman trailed her kisses down his chin then onto his
neck, purposely running the tip of her tongue over his bond scar, driving him
wild. “Mmm… I want you inside me, Goku. Take me…”

The Saiyan grinned and glanced down at her womanhood. “But I
haven’t… you know… licked yet. Are you sure you’re ready?”

She fixed her eyes on him with an intense stare and nodded
once. “I can’t wait. Take me, lover!”

Goku growled softly and gingerly moved up on her, holding
her close and letting her feel his body weight, knowing that drove her crazy.
He felt her legs hook on the backs of his knees, as she needed no urging from
him and her hand reached down to grip his hardened shaft in her feather soft
touch, guiding him to where she needed him to be. She cried out louder than she
expected when he slid into her and her arms wrapped around his neck tightly.
“Wait… I need to readjust to you. It’s been so long…”

Goku kissed her gently and stroked her hair. “Of course,
love. Tell me when you’re ready.” They remained still for several minutes,
though Goku couldn’t help that his erection twitched several times in
excitement. It had been a long time.
He chuckled every time she groaned as she twitched and she started moving her
hips around on instinct. The Saiyan warrior took that as his signal and slowly
slid out almost all the way then let himself sink back in to the hilt, making
them both gasp aloud from the sensation.

The man looked at his mate for final confirmation and
received a nod, indicating it was ok to continue. He gave her his widest grin
and nibbled at her bottom lip as he began a slow and deep rhythm. Chichi sighed
as she felt her passion building, her hips moving against him more urgently and
her grip around his shoulders tightening to the point where a normal man would
be gasping in pain. “GOKU!” She cried, gasping as an orgasm burned its way through her belly. She
burst into tears, releasing the emotions she had pent up for so long.

Goku kissed her gently and ran the backs of his fingers over
her cheek and gave her a reassuring smile. “It’s ok sweetie. It’s ok…”

She nodded and buried her face in his shoulder and sighed,
regaining her composure several minutes later. She still felt a burning need in
her so she reached down and grabbed a handful of her lover’s muscled posterior
and flashed him a naughty grin. Goku raised his eyebrow and smiled, gently
withdrawing from his mate even though it made them both groan in
disappointment. He smiled when she turned over and slid a pillow beneath her
hips to keep them raised up and repositioned himself behind her, sliding back
in without warning. Chichi groaned and wiggled her hips into him, making the
man gasp in pleasure.

“I love you, Chichi.” Goku whispered, resuming his slow and
deep pace in and out of her.

She looked back at him with pleasure-hooded eyes and smiled.
“I love you too, Son Goku.”

He grinned and leaned over, kissing her bond mark and
wrapping an arm around her waist and stroking her belly softly, his hips
bouncing against her firm posterior with every downstroke.
“Oh Kami-sama…” He groaned as he felt her squeeze
down on him with her inner muscles. “I don’t think I can last much longer…” He
gasped.

“Mmmmm.” Was Chichi’s only response.

Goku grinned and sped up his motions a bit, still with
tender thrusts. His tongue traveled slowly up her spine then down her shoulder
to circle her bond scar before he sucked at it, feeling her tighten down on him
in response. He readjusted as Chichi slid back onto her hand and knees, so he
stood up on his own knees and gripped her hips and began to thrust even faster
into her, spurred on by his passion. “Oh… Chichi! I’m there…” He started sliding
out of her so he could spill his seed on her bum, something she normally
thrilled at, but this time she leaned back to take him back inside herself. “Chichi! I’m about to cum!” He whispered, clenching his jaw
from the effort of holding back his molten seed.

“I heard you, Goku. Fill me up with your seed. I want you!”
She groaned out.

Goku’s eyes widened, but the words spurred his passion to
greater heights then he had known for years. The last time she had allowed him
to ejaculate inside her was when she was about six months pregnant with Gohan.
Since then, she hadn’t wanted him to since she was not ready for another child.
Now, she obviously was and that thrilled him. He desperately tried keeping his
thrusts gentle as they sped up and he felt himself on the brink of madness. “CHICHI!” He cried, thrusting forward one last time to bury
himself to the hilt, leaning down to clutch her waist as his manhood twitched
inside her and erupted, filling her womb with a staggering amount of seed. He
nearly wept at the sensation, feeling Chichi shaking with her own release as
his teeth instinctively sunk into her shoulder as they first had nearly 10
years before.

“Oooooooooooooohhhhhhh Goku….”
Chichi crooned, moving her hips against him slowly and sensuously. They both
lowered themselves down as one and Goku remained inside her even as he
softened.

Every time the man thought about had just happened, he felt
himself stiffening again a bit, but other than a bit of gentle stroking they both
contented themselves with staying in that position. Chichi murmured softly in
content and drifted off to sleep, the first restful slumber she had had since
before Goku had gone out into space in search of the mysterious Saiyan signal
nearly two years before. She only slept soundly when she felt her lover’s
weight on top of her, as it had been since they first shared a bed. They slept
soundly, all thoughts of killer androids swept away in their joyful reunion.

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Well, I had promised a Goku/Chichi lemon, and I hope it was
satisfactory. ;) I got a kick out of Roshi’s return
as well. The old coot deserved a return, especially since I’ve barely even
mentioned him since his sacrifice to save Gohan’s life. I didn’t get to Mr.
Satan’s trip to the fort, but perhaps that’ll be in next chapter. The next
chapter or two will focus mostly on events happening up on Kami’s lookout, but
I’ll of course keep you up to date on the androids, Videl, and Mr. Satan. Hope
you enjoyed the chapter, and I look forward to reviews! Till next time…
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