Time for a change

Disclaimer: Tori sensei owns them. I don’t wanna lose my cat so please, don’t sue me.

Pairings: V/ G.

Warnings: Yaoi, of course. This is intended as a Chichi bashing stuff. I don’t think she must die…but it should come near it. (☺ )




Time for a change

Athena

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For once in her life Chichi was coming home in a peaceful state of mind. No complaints about having to go for the groceries alone. No complaints about her lazy husband. No regrets about not being the female counterpart of the happy couple from the other side of PaozYama. Today she was just...she. Resigned, tranquil, in peace with Kami-sama and her destiny.
Of course, with a temper like hers, that was not entirely true.
She sighed and took the hover car on the way up to her home.
Life is not easy. That was a lesson she had learned early in life. And loving a man was not a remedy for it and that lesson she learned early, too early in her married life. As early as their wedding night. Again, she sighed and sped up, leaving a dusty trail after her.
Goku was not the dream come true she once believed him to be. He was so inconceivably naïveté and occupied with his \"saving-the-world\" singsong that he was becoming, over the years, an utterly annoying person to live with.

\"Well, not that he spends that much time with me...\" thought Chichi with a bittersweet smile.

Yeah, her husband was so strong and handsome and sweet...and he used to forget his family for decades just to go running after ludicrous demons. The quiet, joyful home life she once wished for was none but a chimera.
On the other hand, that boyish man had given her two wonderful kids that were her whole life. In no time; her little Gohan had replaced the peculiar spouse, giving her a new perspective, a new reason to continue with her original life project. And the happiness of giving birth to carbcarbon copy Goten had lightened up the sharp pain of loosing Goku...again.
Sometimes she ever wondered if he loved her. In any way. As a woman, as a person, as a friend as a foe...anything! How come that he could come back every time as if nothing? He would smile and ask for food and at night he would simply roll and get to snore. What about her needs? That is, her need for caring because sex was not really a priority in her book. Nor in Goku\'s for that matter. The rare times when both had had the necessity and where willing to indulge on it, they would just make it in a fast, unsatisfying fashion, almost as if fulfilling a nature animal call: you are mated to procreate. And no pleasure should come out of that.
\"Uhmm...I wonder if it\'s a Saiyan thing...\"

But the thought was immediately dumped. She remembered some pretty interesting stories about the royal pain in the ass that lived with Bulma. Something like a mistakenly eavesdropped comment about how many times in a single night and how many positions.
Chichi giggled at the remembrance, barely taking in the monotonous sight. No wonder that Bulma had never attempted to run away from Capsule Corp again. She even remembered, during one of those big reunions that the Z senshi-tachi used to hold on CC, having stumbled with some \"mysterious\" sounds coming out from one of the bathrooms...and to think that all the time the gruffy prince had them fooled saying he would go train with \"Kakarotto”!!
In the back of her mind the Ox-hime noticed that she was getting near the Son property and begun to slow down the car.
The prince disgusted her to no end. He was such a liar. Why it was so difficult for him to accept that he loved his family? Why was he so stubborn and could not demonstrate a little respect and love toward his children and to the woman that had been by his side for so long? And by the way, how come that Bulma, so strong willed and obstinate, was so easily reduced to be a Saiyajin servant? Was really the sex worth it? Because, well! that was most certainly not her case. Goku could be her companion, her husband but not her ruler. For anyone who could see them at home would be easy to recognize who run things there.

She. And she alone.

Goku was no more than an overgrown child. And he deserved being treated that way. Never at home when she needed him. Never there to support their children. Always clinging to the shameful ouji of a dead race.
And that was another thing that infuriated her of Vegeta. The spell that he had put upon her husband. In the last, say, seven years, when strangely enough Goku had resigned himself to stay on Paoz Yama, he would not end a day without running away from her to spar with the royal bastard. He usually came back home so disheveled, smelly and sickeningly happy that she would send him to bath and to sleep on the couch. The curious thing was that he complained no more. But, again Goku was exempt of such basic needs. Another shameful proof of his childish psyche.
In fact, Goku was so obsessed with his race fellow that he would whine the other’s name even while sleeping, presumably dreaming about fighting with him. Because, Chichi used to reason, what other cause could exist?
They were no more than a couple of pathetic rolling stones.

Chichi took the little hovercar near the back door, so she could more easily take the groceries inside. There was no use in calling her indolent husband for help, because it was almost a sure thing that he’d not be at home. If he was not with his little tramp of a prince he’d be fishing or sleeping by the river. Rovering, either way.
She sighed, while struggling to pick up a big bag full of vegetables. Sometimes she wished she had learned to sense the Ki and to do the shunkanido. That way she’d be able to know where he was and bring him back by the ear. Such an image made her smile. Oh, it’d be sooo fun!!
But improbable.

However, when Chichi entered the kitchen, a sound distracted her from her current trail of thought. She had no Saiyan hearing but it sounded like a muffled moan. And it came from upstairs.

With her Martial Arts training, she was not a woman to fear robbers, so her mind took her naturally to other kind of suspects.

“If Gohan took that little bitch here…He should be studying!!”

Preparing herself to leap upon the two over energetic teenagers, she carefully went upstairs. Her enhanced motherly senses did not miss that a couple of times, Gohan had come back home wearing hickeys on his otherwise fine neck. Naturally, he used to deny all charges but this time he would be caught red handed…both of them!

As she got nearer the rooms, the sounds became definitely sexual in nature. Some grunts and moans, whispered things but most of all, the rhythmic cry of a mattress.
That disturbed her greatly. On her sons’ bedroom there were futtons. Only in hers was a bed that could creak like that.
The theory grew progressively certain when she silently approached the short hall where the rooms were. Gohan’s door was closed. Hers not…
But there was another thing that begun to strain her mind. There seemed to be two voices, alright. Male voices…
Chichi felt her brow broke sweating while she tiptoed towards the door, getting ready to spy through the crack, instead of banging it opened and starting the shouting session as first she intended.
Things seemed to be heating up inside, since the sounds from the bed were reaching a stable quality to its rhythm and the voices begun to peak towards a passionate crescendo. Um, in particular one voice.
Chichi froze.
She knew that tone as her own.
That was not Gohan’s voice. It was the one she had stifled many times with her hand not to disturb Gohan...
It was Goku’s.

But the other one…
Curiosity won over shock, as the woman she was and she got closer to the door. Although the other male barely spoke, Chichi noticed the soft, velvety, masculine condition of his voice. Strangely familiar in the basso rumbling of its moaning but with an unknown sweetness whirling in the words.
With her heart pounding wildly in her chest, she risked a first look inside.
However, before any image could be assimilated a strong odor hit her nostrils. She remembered well the pungent smell that her husband unconsciously released while having sex, so different from the normal sweaty odor he always had. Somehow it had to do with adrenaline levels, she had always guessed, because in more than one occasion he had that smell clinging to his skin after sparring with Vegeta. And that explained the gruesome white smearings that she used to find in his clothes after fighting the prince. That was one thing she had never got the nerve to correct in him. If he got so excited after a fight, why he had to jack off? It was a most vulgar thing to do, especially for a married man. Even for a boyish one.
Chichi’s cheeks flushed after being so pale. Maybe that was what Goku was doing. As any common man: watching some filthy movie and touching himself. She stopped, her intentions frozen for a second. That would explain the other voice, ne?

“But not the other odor…”

There was a smell strange to her nose, mixed with that of her husband’s. This was heavy, not really disgustint fat far from sweet. In fact, it prickled her nerves. She could not explain it, but that smell was making her body tremble and her heart sink.

Teased again, her curiosity made her advance just to give a look. Suddenly she felt like Master Roshi, stealing glances to the joy of others …but for Kami’s sake!! This was her house and twas was her husband whining there!
She simply had to know what the fuck was happening!
Upon the first look, however all the color drained again from her porcelain face.

In her bedroom on her own bed there were two men entwined like snakes to the point were the end of one was begin for the other. In front of her, a powerful set of rippling muscles, one back that she would not mistake. Not in a million years.
Chichi felt like she was about to pass away but in no time she forced herself to keep looking. The price would be immense for this one, she would see to it. But not before knowing the other slut’s identity.
A tremendous sting was spreading through her heart. In a silly way, she knew the pain could have been lesser if the “other” one would have been a female. Somehow it was a double offense to be rejected as a wife and as a woman.
But the surprises were, oh, far from over.

The first word that she made out from the stranger’s voice was “Kakarotto”

Chichi stood there, transfixed.

It was just TOO much.

Of all the women and men of the whole planet he had to choose specially this one to cheat on her.

The cold hearted, cocky, arrogant bastard of her nightmares.

Vegeta.

At this point, Chichi was not really sure if she wanted to cry, shriek or throw up.
She wanted to do so many things at a time, that in the end she did nothing at all. Month hanging open, face as white as the snow, she just stood there watching her husband fiercely ride Vegeta. Both men had to be pretty stuck up in their actions, because they did not even noticed her, their finer Saiyajin senses all messed up with one another and the delight they were wallowing in.
Goku\'s moans were getting higher, loader and more plaintive with each passionate beat that his powerful hips gave. The sweat bathed all his skin, dampening the little hairs on the back of his neck and highlighting the wonderful construction of his stark body. Meanwhile, the almighty Ouji was obviously reduced into a bundle of passion. The smaller man just writhed under Goku, muttering curses mixed up with nasty encouragements but enjoying the punishment greatly.
From her position, Chichi just coular Var Vegeta; watch his small feet with the toes curled and his strong, tanned hands keeping a loose hold on Goku\'s hips. There was a soft, intimate quality to the touch, something Chichi would have never expected from the prince. And never toward his self-declared enemy. Her husband.
That realization set her blood on fire and she was about to reveal herself to the couple of steaming lovers when she saw one regal hand go up and descend upon her husband’s shapely rear, leaving on its wake a nasty red mark. But what made her go nuts was the hot howling with which Goku answered such motion. His back arched and he started to impale himself at a mad pace repeating his prince’s name in a wide variety of moaned tones. So, better than just screaming their heads off, she decided to go back to the kitchen, grab her biggest frying pan and rip their heads off instead.
Chichi was about to turn around and apply her plan when a long and guttural growl froze her once more. Vegeta, his passion brought to the limit, resisted no more and took his enormous paramour in his arms, reversing positions and pinned him to the bed. Vegeta’s growls grew stronger, Goku was moaning so high he was almost crying like a brat and Chichi’s stomach was about to show her its breakfast.
Goku’s long legs took a death grip on Vegeta’s waist. But only for a second. The older saiyajin had committed enough submission for a day and now he was completely focused on making the other one pay. So he took Kakarotto’s ankles and put them on his own shoulders leaving the bigger man totally exposed to his dominion.

What little time Chichi’s disbelief took to shook itself off and open space to rage once more was exactly the same amount of time that took both men to ride their passion and bring it to a raving end.
Vegeta crash landed on Go wid wide chest both exhaling a satisfied sigh at one time. The ragged breaths prevented them to speak for some seconds. They exchanged some sultry kisses, which sloppy sounds revolted Chichi, and then Goku’s voice echoed in the room.

“Ai shiteiru, Geta…”

Vegeta rolled off him and took him in his arms “I love you too, baka”

Chichi’s world crumbled down. And she with it.

A lump formed in her throat while the harsh realization downed on her.” Ai shiteiru,…” So that was it. That three little words she had never herd falling down from Goku’s lips before were enough to reduce her whole life to ashes. Her rage, her revulsion, her hurting pride all went down the drain. Suddenly she felt pretty tired. Tired of trying to comprehend her strange husband. Tired of amusing his feigned ignorance. Tired of raising that overgrown child. Tired of living a lie. Because it was so, isn’t it? Her whole life was a lie. More than 20 years of marriage...a lie.
Who would have thought? Her innocent, candid, stupid husband was everything but innocent, candid and stupid...Correction. He was stupid. Someone who changed a loving, sweet wife for and arrogant asshole had to fall into that category.
\"For how long, Goku?\" her voice would simply not come out \"Months...years maybe?\"
In uncharacteristic silence, she opened the door. The soft chirping of the hinges startled both Saiyans and three pairs of black eyes met. For an eternal second, none of them moved or even blinked. Then, Vegeta laid back his head on the pillow with an annoyed sigh and Goku just frowned.
Though her vision begun to blur for some mysterious wet reason she could still see her Goku looking pretty glorious bathed in the aftermath glow. His beautiful cheeks all flushed and his crazy hair severely ruffled. How she hated the way he looked after sex! But now, that she had nothing to do with his tiredness it was a bittersweet image. The last one she will forever keep in her mind’s eye. His disheveled state. And the exasperation in his big, coal eyes.
Exasperation.

Chichi turned around and dashed downstairs. They will not see her cry. She would never give Vegeta that satisfaction. She would just leave, run far and away and forget this humiliation.

When he saw her go away, Goku shot himself forward but never got to follow her. At the sudden movement, Vegeta gave him a questioning look.

“Will you go after her?”

Goku shivered.” Never”

“Hn.”

“I’m sick and tired of trying to knock some sense into her. She would never listen much less comprehend me. Better let her be.\"

\"You sure? She must be in much pain right now...\"

“It’s just her pride I’m hurting” Goku said with disdain.

Vegeta glared playfully at him.” You know? Pride it’s not a bad thing to have.”

That made Goku laugh “of course not, koi.”

“Hn.”

Goku lay back again feeling the warm of his beloved prince’s body at his side. Slowly he closed his eyes. He could clearly hear the hovercar’s motor going away. What could have he said, anyway? A common place, maybe?” It’s not what you think…” Goku choked a bitter laugh. But when you are caught not only with your pants down but with your best friend’s manhood shoved up in your ass it is what one thinks, right?

“I never wanted her to find it this way, cross to my heart.”

“You took too long to fix things. And you know it”

Goku gave a deep sigh. “Yeah, it was my fault. It took me too damn long”

“What will happen now?”

The younger Saiyan rolled over and came to nuzzle his lover’s damp chest.” What do you mean? She will leave me. We are free now.”

“You will stay with me…” Vegeta’s eyes glowed.

Goku just giggled “Of course I will, silly. What kind of cold hearted bastard do you think I am? There are things I’ve never learned from her, you know?”

“Sometimes you really frighten me”

The other man stuck out his tongue in a childish display.

“Oh. Don’t you dare to tease me, brat.”

“Mm…daddy…I would never dare to...” and he helped himself a portion of his prince’s delicious kisses.

When the sloppy dessert was over identical tender smiles were exchanged.

\"It will be hard, you know.\"

Goku hid his face in the warm crook of Vegeta\'s neck.” I know, koi. But we will get over all this. As always.

\"Hn. You should go talk to your brats before she does. Your harpy will surely mess things up as much as she can.\"

\"Yeah,\" Goku groaned \"We better hurry\"

\"We?\"

The younger man lifted his head looking Vegeta right in the eye.” You’d better go and explain things to Bulma, too. They\'re not best friends but Chichi will not hesitate to \'inform\' her.\"

\"Hughh, this is already a mess!”

\"Regrets?\"

Vegeta looked up sharply.” Are you nuts?\"

The brief insecurity that had showed in Goku\'s eyes was replaced with renewed love.” There is something I will miss...\"

\"And that is...\"

\"All those furtive meetings. Seeking the chance. Looking for any little opportunity to enjoy ourselves...\"

The prince chuckled lightly and traced his boy\'s face with his own soft fingertips. Goku could be so sappy.” It’s just a new way to do things. Like a change of strategy while losing a fight.\"

\"Is this a lost fight for you?\"

\"Of course it is. I lost it fin and and thoroughly the first time I made love to you.\"

\"Ohh, Geta...\" whined Goku trying to hold a couple of inopportune tears. He inclined his head robbing his mate a heated kiss.

However, Vegeta resisted the urge to respond as hotly knowing that a caress like this always leaded them to something more.” Easy, Kakarotto\" he laughed against the other\'s lips” I want to speak to Bulma this morning, ok?

\"Mm, ok\" the cute pout was hard to resist for Vegeta” But you will have to make it up tonight.\"

\"Gladly. But right now, I will go to straight some things up.” the older man effortlessly seated himself up in the soft bed.” The sooner the better\"

Goku rolled over his stomach. He interlaced his arms in front of him and rested his chin on them, lazily weaving one foot in the air, just enjoying the show of his lover getting dressed. Dozing off a little he smiled. Vegeta had such a tremendous sex appeal that he could be equally sensual getting off or putting on his clothes.
A sudden slap felt over his relaxed bump, startling him.
\"See you tonight, brat.\" smiled Vegeta at him straightening his pristine gloves.

Goku lifted his head in an open invitation. \"Kisu...\"

His lover gladly complied, leaving a kiss and a whispered \'I love you\' upon the full lips.

\"Love you too, koi \" smiled Goku and watched Vegeta pinpoint Bulma\'s faint Ki before using the Instant Transmission. He had taught his prince that technique some years ago so their secret meetings would be easier to accomplish.

Goku rested back his head on his arms dozing off once more.


Yes. He had been with Vegeta for years now. Seven years to be accurate. And from time to time he wondered if Chichi was really unaware of his clandestine liaison or if she simply ignored it in order to preserve her little happy family pretense. Somehow he believed impossible for her not to notice the musky scent of Vegeta clinging to his skin and his gi after some nightly errand to Capsule Corp to bring Goten back home. How could she oversee the passion marks that very frequently adorned his and and back? How could she stand his long “training trips” from which he used to come back so totally spent?
If not for her reaction today, he would have bet that she was simply amusing her ruler over him condition. Like she was giving him some room to breathe only to take him back by the neck at any time. Except that the surprise that registered in her face, the faint shadow of pain in her eyes had signaled him otherwise.

He wished he had told her in person instead of being caught like that. Although he was sure she would never listen to him. Hell would have brake loose and surely enough his head would have received a nice imprint of her frying pan on it. Chichi had never acquired the ability to listen to others. There was only one way to do things in her dictatorship: hers. Goku himself was aware that he was a possession for her. Something she had craved since childhood and that she should get just to complete her life plan. Both of them were awfully young when they took the votes, that much was true, however Chichi was wiser than him at that time and much more versed in the mundane affairs as well. So why she had to practically trick him into marriage? Was she so selfish as to toy with another being’s ingenuousness like that?
She was conscious that he had no freaking idea what the whole matrimony ordeal was about. He had no knowledge about life lasting compromises, raising children or evex fex for that matter. Nevertheless, Chichi was bold enough to get mad at him for this.Specially for the last topic. And in their very first night together! Goku could not understand why she insisted so much on being nude in the same bed with him so she would only get angrier with each passing minute. She promised pleasure and love, although he only experienced some fleeting physical sensation before getting almost kicked out of the bed. On their wedding night, oh, so early in his married life, he had learned not to complain. Not to ask. Not to enjoy. After their very first and poor exertion, she just turned her back to him and ordered him to sleep. Little did he know this would eventually become a rule instead of an exception.
When new experiences and maturity had enabled him to shed a new light upon their first time, he realized that night love was the last thing to be made. He felt betrayed, violated in a very surreptitious manner. And curiously enough, after all this years Chichi by no means realized that she could never ever give him back what she took away on that occasion: his innocence.
No one could. Not even his beloved prince. But Vegeta was eager to teach him how to master his newly acquired talents. The love he had learned from Vegeta. The love, the passion, the desire, the real meaning of sex. From the Saiyan point of view, of course.
Their first time together had been an immense clash of power. It occurred after a particularly vicious spar, where one thing led to another…and well! they had ended naked and eating each other out. Vegeta took him with heated caresses and energetic movements, leading him to heaven one, two, three times in a row. Next morning he woke up wounded up by a pair of strong arms and the vision of the most beautiful and intimate smile that he had seen in his “rival” before.

And they were bonded.

With a lazy movement, Goku caressed his neck, softly touching a white scar and invoking a little smile on his luscious lips.

In human terms, they were married Saiyans.

The experience had been out of this world, so to say, and he had learned that there was really much more than just shouting in a relationship. With Vegeta he could share! Tell him about his day, about his past battles, about his sons. They could spend a whole day eating, fighting and fucking without getting into an argument one single time. However, he barely had placed a feet inside his own house and the incessant ranting started. That’s why he had decided to take his distance from her after their first five years of marriage. There was no way in heaven or hell to please that woman of his. Besides, she was so cold. That enchantment that she supposedly had felt toward him in their youngster times had evaporated right after saying ‘I do’. At least that was what she used to screech to him almost every morning.
Of its own volition, a lump struggled to form in his throat.

Why was she never capable of saying a nice thing? Some ‘I love you’ from time to time. An unexpected caress. Or at least a soft word. In two decades he had never woke up to the sweet sensation of a kiss. Why? Was he really that bad a guy not to deserve a little loving from his own wife? He had saved the whole earth, in spite of his life, more than once and this was all he was worthy of? A cold bed and a cooking utensil beating his head? Certainly Goku had never learned how to show affection but all he required was a sensei. Chichi stubbornly refused to perform such role. So Vegeta got himself acquainted with the stage and took all control over the play. Since Goku had cherished the dramatic piece so much, the obvious outcome was that he went head over heels for his Saiyan prince charming. Only in this kind of love shows there is no easy happy ending.

After their bonding, Vegeta had revealed him a totally unknown aspect of his personality. His hidden kindness, his real heart. In return, Goku let fall down is happy-go-lucky façade and showed him his actual predicament. His prince had taken him out of the emotional void in which he was, even when Vegeta’s child experiences in the subject had been far most horrible due to his forced stay with the infamous iceling. Night on night out his prince would hold him, murmuring in his ear gentle encouragements and wiping unwanted tears. Their daily sparring, their constant mental link, some furtive late calls to Paoz Yama all where heartfelt efforts to make Goku forget his actual situation, even when the Ouji had no marital crisis of his own. Vegeta had gotten involved with Goku by blood. The Saiyan race called keenly to his heart and the Prince had finally decided to choose a mate; that position Bulma could never fill, that was for sure. And the only other full blooded super Saiyajin was the most reasonable choice.

Goku chuckled remembering that lame excuse. Such “reasonable choice” (a.k.a. Kakarotto) was really a lovely obsession for his royal rival since the very first time they had met and although it had initiated as an effort to surpass him and kill him it had eventually transformed into a necessity of giving protection and love.

They were part of a sole being. Two matching pieces of one soul. The feeling of completion that they had reached with their bonding was an enhanced state of the fusion they had already enjoyed with Gogeta and Vegito. Something a simple human being would never comprehend and that words could never encompass. Vegeta was the one. He knew it from deep down inside. The fate had made their lives clash because they were simply meant for each other. And no friends, no sons, no shrieking raven haired hellcat may possibly separate them again. It was a Saiyan promise.

Sighing deeply Goku ran a hand through his messy thick hair. As Vegeta did say it would be hard. Pretty hard for many reasons. But they would eventually deal with it all. They had too.
He lazily stretched, hearing his powerful joints crack and stifled a yawn. The faint scent of Chichi that still clung to the bed was being slowly muffled by the very musky and strong one of Vegeta.
The brawny warrior finally got up, intending to pick up his few belongings before leaving. There was no going back.

“Time to move on…”


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Owari.