Post by Kristiann on Sept 14, 2006 11:26:26 GMT -5
Disclaimer: Dragon Ball and its characters belong to Akira Toriyama.
Notes: Ahhh...G/CC...slight lime hints, but nothing really happens. Cheese warning too, if you will. Eheheh...sorry for the non-fans...but I like them married DB couples ^^; Takes place during/after the "Memories of Gohan" episode.
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Interlude at 10 P.M.
by Kristiann/Kitten the Cat
Chi-Chi sat in front of her dressing table, wearing a plain pink nightshift, and watched her reflection intently as she undid the bun on top of her hair. Thick dark locks tumbled down to settle on her shoulders. She reached for the hairbrush and started combing through them, beginning her nightly ritual.
The bedroom door opened, and Goku – or rather, his blonde counterpart, she noted with the slightest bit of annoyance - entered her field of view, still clad in jacket and trousers. At least, he’s wearing it. Her husband was notorious for favoring his customary drab training outfits. Which irritated the hell out of her, as they would always be soaked in sweat, or ripped at various places that she had to frequently mend. The jacket was just something she picked up on a sale, but she was very pleased with how it looked on him – how it made him appear more attractive, and how it flawlessly fit his broad shoulders. She hated to admit it, but she also didn’t expect that it would complement the blonde hair he now sported.
He stood behind her, hands in his pockets. “Gohan’s finally asleep,” he said, looking at her in the mirror.
“He’s had a long day. Did you tuck him in?”
“Of course,” he answered, and sat down on the edge of the bed. Today was the fourth1 day since he appeared before her with the outlandish new coloring (Even his eyes turned green, she noted.) Not only that, he seemed also unable to control his strength now – on the first night, the doorknob came off, and the bed gave way when he climbed in. Wanting to get a good night’s sleep that time, she threw him out of the house. Patience was never her forte.
A sigh of relief escaped her when she heard the bed creak only slightly, welcoming his weight but staying whole. She dragged the brush through her hair, reflecting on the day’s events – it went rather well, didn’t it? Good job, Chi-Chi, she congratulated herself, and her reflection cracked a smug smile. Despite the broken glasses and Gohan’s poor attempt to blow out the candles, the “birthday party” for her beloved son went without a hitch, and she was able to gather more memories to file in the family album.
Her mind was still in transit when Goku spoke up, interrupting her thoughts: “Gohan’s a great kid, isn’t he?”
She paused from her task and stared at him from the mirror, incredulous. “Goku-sa! What kind of question is that? But of course he is - he is our son! And I did everything to raise him to be a fine, scholarly young man. Why, I do believe I did a miracle, considering that I had to raise him under other external influences - I don’t know what he’s gotten from that Piccolo, but I swear—”
“D’you think he’d like a brother?”
She dropped the brush, and turned around so fast that her hair whipped her across the face. The expression on her husband’s face was unreadable.
“G-Goku-sa, what did you just say?” Chi-Chi asked nervously, afraid that she heard wrong.
“Do you think Gohan would like a brother? Or a sister, even.”
Kami-sama, what’s happened to my husband!? First telling Gohan to study (which happened just that morning) and now—
“Goku-sa, you do know— I mean, of course you know what that means now — you remember? Wait, are you really asking—“ At that moment, she really didn’t know what to ask him.
He just smiled at her. “If you wanna.”
If I wanna— her thoughts spluttered - was that a mischievous twinkle in his eyes? Oh, he was really going to get it from her, “Super Saiyajin” or not.
She flew out from the chair and landed on his lap, arms around his neck, legs straddling his hips. Their heads inches apart, she narrowed her eyes to stare at his green ones, making sure he understood the situation perfectly. Well, he needn’t ask her twice – she pushed him hard onto the bed, a tight grip on the folds of his jacket, planting a deep kiss on his lips.
He was starting to really enjoy the attention (evident in the groaning) when she stopped suddenly. “Gohan-chan,” she hissed.
“Eh?” A confused look marred his handsome face. “He’s asleep,” He answered, pulling her back towards him.
To his dismay, she pulled away again. “I know,” she retorted. “And I know that you don’t really care about making a lot of noise, but I do, so—” She scrambled off him and stood up from the bed.
“What? I don’t understand, Chi-Chi…” Goku pleaded, his tone upset. He sat up, watching her put on her slippers.“Don’t you wanna—”
“Just wait there, alright?” She disappeared into the hall.
Goku pursed his lips, placed his hands behind his head, and fell back onto the bed. Moments later, his eyes lightened up as he felt his wife’s ki returning to their bedroom. He was considering taking the jacket off when he saw her carrying a bundle with her.
“Huh? What’s that?”
“Get up and open the window.”
“Okay,” he automatically replied, used to following his wife’s whims. He leaped off the bed.
“Wait. Take the sheet with you.”
He stopped mid-step. “The sheet?”
“The bedsheets, Goku-sa…” she replied in a patient manner. She went to the window and pushed them open. The curtains immediately flapped in the wind. “See? It’s windy outside,” she declared.
“Outside? What about outside?”
“Just hurry up with that. The sheets?” She nodded as she saw them bunched up in his arms. “Okay, I’ll carry that…and you’ll carry me, Goku-sa.”
“Carry you? Where are we going, Chi-Chi?” His wife’s actions were really confusing him now.
“I don’t know. Any place. It’s up to you.”
His face held a blank look.
“Just take us to a place far from here so Gohan-chan won’t hear us!” She burst out, in the loudest volume she could muster in a whisper.
“Ohhhh,” Goku said, his voice dropping to a whisper as well. He promptly scooped her up in his arms and placed a foot on the window sill. “Okay! But I don’t know what you’re so worried about, though. I told you he’s sound asleep.”
“Better safe than sorry,” she muttered under her breath. “Now get going!” His nearness was making her edgy. She wrapped one arm around his neck, and held the sheets and the bundle with her other arm.
A grin formed on his lips. “You want to ride on Kintou’n?” He offered.
Her eyes widened. “Be serious, Goku-sa.”
“You’re right. I have to yell to call Kintou’n out…Gohan might wake up then.”
“Uh-huh.” She rested her head against his chest. Her nightshift was made from thin cotton, but the strong feel of his well-sculpted arms warmed her up, and protected her from the cold. “Now let’s go and finish what we started, shall we? Take me to a beautiful place, Goku-sa…”
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1 Not really sure if the birthday party was the fourth day before the Cell Games... @_@;;
Notes: Ahhh...G/CC...slight lime hints, but nothing really happens. Cheese warning too, if you will. Eheheh...sorry for the non-fans...but I like them married DB couples ^^; Takes place during/after the "Memories of Gohan" episode.
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Interlude at 10 P.M.
by Kristiann/Kitten the Cat
Chi-Chi sat in front of her dressing table, wearing a plain pink nightshift, and watched her reflection intently as she undid the bun on top of her hair. Thick dark locks tumbled down to settle on her shoulders. She reached for the hairbrush and started combing through them, beginning her nightly ritual.
The bedroom door opened, and Goku – or rather, his blonde counterpart, she noted with the slightest bit of annoyance - entered her field of view, still clad in jacket and trousers. At least, he’s wearing it. Her husband was notorious for favoring his customary drab training outfits. Which irritated the hell out of her, as they would always be soaked in sweat, or ripped at various places that she had to frequently mend. The jacket was just something she picked up on a sale, but she was very pleased with how it looked on him – how it made him appear more attractive, and how it flawlessly fit his broad shoulders. She hated to admit it, but she also didn’t expect that it would complement the blonde hair he now sported.
He stood behind her, hands in his pockets. “Gohan’s finally asleep,” he said, looking at her in the mirror.
“He’s had a long day. Did you tuck him in?”
“Of course,” he answered, and sat down on the edge of the bed. Today was the fourth1 day since he appeared before her with the outlandish new coloring (Even his eyes turned green, she noted.) Not only that, he seemed also unable to control his strength now – on the first night, the doorknob came off, and the bed gave way when he climbed in. Wanting to get a good night’s sleep that time, she threw him out of the house. Patience was never her forte.
A sigh of relief escaped her when she heard the bed creak only slightly, welcoming his weight but staying whole. She dragged the brush through her hair, reflecting on the day’s events – it went rather well, didn’t it? Good job, Chi-Chi, she congratulated herself, and her reflection cracked a smug smile. Despite the broken glasses and Gohan’s poor attempt to blow out the candles, the “birthday party” for her beloved son went without a hitch, and she was able to gather more memories to file in the family album.
Her mind was still in transit when Goku spoke up, interrupting her thoughts: “Gohan’s a great kid, isn’t he?”
She paused from her task and stared at him from the mirror, incredulous. “Goku-sa! What kind of question is that? But of course he is - he is our son! And I did everything to raise him to be a fine, scholarly young man. Why, I do believe I did a miracle, considering that I had to raise him under other external influences - I don’t know what he’s gotten from that Piccolo, but I swear—”
“D’you think he’d like a brother?”
She dropped the brush, and turned around so fast that her hair whipped her across the face. The expression on her husband’s face was unreadable.
“G-Goku-sa, what did you just say?” Chi-Chi asked nervously, afraid that she heard wrong.
“Do you think Gohan would like a brother? Or a sister, even.”
Kami-sama, what’s happened to my husband!? First telling Gohan to study (which happened just that morning) and now—
“Goku-sa, you do know— I mean, of course you know what that means now — you remember? Wait, are you really asking—“ At that moment, she really didn’t know what to ask him.
He just smiled at her. “If you wanna.”
If I wanna— her thoughts spluttered - was that a mischievous twinkle in his eyes? Oh, he was really going to get it from her, “Super Saiyajin” or not.
She flew out from the chair and landed on his lap, arms around his neck, legs straddling his hips. Their heads inches apart, she narrowed her eyes to stare at his green ones, making sure he understood the situation perfectly. Well, he needn’t ask her twice – she pushed him hard onto the bed, a tight grip on the folds of his jacket, planting a deep kiss on his lips.
He was starting to really enjoy the attention (evident in the groaning) when she stopped suddenly. “Gohan-chan,” she hissed.
“Eh?” A confused look marred his handsome face. “He’s asleep,” He answered, pulling her back towards him.
To his dismay, she pulled away again. “I know,” she retorted. “And I know that you don’t really care about making a lot of noise, but I do, so—” She scrambled off him and stood up from the bed.
“What? I don’t understand, Chi-Chi…” Goku pleaded, his tone upset. He sat up, watching her put on her slippers.“Don’t you wanna—”
“Just wait there, alright?” She disappeared into the hall.
Goku pursed his lips, placed his hands behind his head, and fell back onto the bed. Moments later, his eyes lightened up as he felt his wife’s ki returning to their bedroom. He was considering taking the jacket off when he saw her carrying a bundle with her.
“Huh? What’s that?”
“Get up and open the window.”
“Okay,” he automatically replied, used to following his wife’s whims. He leaped off the bed.
“Wait. Take the sheet with you.”
He stopped mid-step. “The sheet?”
“The bedsheets, Goku-sa…” she replied in a patient manner. She went to the window and pushed them open. The curtains immediately flapped in the wind. “See? It’s windy outside,” she declared.
“Outside? What about outside?”
“Just hurry up with that. The sheets?” She nodded as she saw them bunched up in his arms. “Okay, I’ll carry that…and you’ll carry me, Goku-sa.”
“Carry you? Where are we going, Chi-Chi?” His wife’s actions were really confusing him now.
“I don’t know. Any place. It’s up to you.”
His face held a blank look.
“Just take us to a place far from here so Gohan-chan won’t hear us!” She burst out, in the loudest volume she could muster in a whisper.
“Ohhhh,” Goku said, his voice dropping to a whisper as well. He promptly scooped her up in his arms and placed a foot on the window sill. “Okay! But I don’t know what you’re so worried about, though. I told you he’s sound asleep.”
“Better safe than sorry,” she muttered under her breath. “Now get going!” His nearness was making her edgy. She wrapped one arm around his neck, and held the sheets and the bundle with her other arm.
A grin formed on his lips. “You want to ride on Kintou’n?” He offered.
Her eyes widened. “Be serious, Goku-sa.”
“You’re right. I have to yell to call Kintou’n out…Gohan might wake up then.”
“Uh-huh.” She rested her head against his chest. Her nightshift was made from thin cotton, but the strong feel of his well-sculpted arms warmed her up, and protected her from the cold. “Now let’s go and finish what we started, shall we? Take me to a beautiful place, Goku-sa…”
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1 Not really sure if the birthday party was the fourth day before the Cell Games... @_@;;