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Chichi could just about make out the spiky silhouette of Goku’s hair in the blustering snowfall through the window. Her swollen feet were beginning to feel sore after hours pacing around her kitchen and waddling over to the dining table to place her finished dishes.
She could’ve killed for a foot rub from her husband right now, but as she already had to deal with the intricacies of preparing their Christmas dinner, as well as chauffeur around his 4-months-and-growing child in her belly, she didn’t have much energy left to fend him off from starting their meal prematurely.
The warmth of her red, velour, oversized sweater with a fluffy white finish made her feel some slight guilt for sending Goku out in the cold to retrieve their spare firewood from storage, but from the nervousness in the voice of the radio weather forecaster, she knew the snow wouldn’t let up and that they needed all the fuel they could get for their fireplace later.
The rising white blanket outside did cause the young wife concern, and as she neared the end of her long cooking session, she wondered if her father would even be able to safely navigate the snow-soaked sky as he flew to their house to join them.
Preparing for Christmas had been a welcome distraction for Chichi, she’d spent weeks planning and strategizing how she was going to be able to cook enough food to satisfy her husband’s endless appetite, her larger-than-life Ox of a father, and her own newfound hunger as she entered the second trimester of her pregnancy. With the amount she was consuming, she was even keeping at pace with Goku these days!
This era of pregnancy was very different from the first. Her round front started to get in the way of things, and she found herself becoming more forgetful. She was however enjoying the fullness of her breasts and her pillowy plush skin as it glowed, and how Goku tried his absolute best to cater to her every request. But there were… other need of hers that were being denied…
Goku burst through their front door, his arms overflowing with chopped up pieces of wood.
“I g-got it Ch-Chichi!” He chirped as his teeth chattered, “It’s f-f-freezing out th-there!”
“Thank you so much Goku dear,” she said as she made her way over to him and draped her arms around his scarf. She detected the tiniest flinch at her touch but didn’t let it deter her. “…Why don’t I warm you up?” She whispered while wiping away the snowflakes frosting his cheeks.
His eyes widened as panic set in once he could see her lips moving towards him, and as she pressed them against his skin, she giggled at his cold touch that quickly warmed as he began to blush.
Her eyes soon closed and one kiss followed another, and another, and another, and the more she felt him, the more she wanted to feel him.
She longed for him to drop his firewood, scoop her into his arms and push her up against the wall, warming their bodies in a passionate embrace.
Edging closer to his lips as she grew tired of his skin, she was stopped when she heard a shaky “Uh… Ch-Chichi? I… should prolly just… change my clothes.”
And within moments he’d peeled her off him, removed his winter gear, and made a beeline for their bedroom.
…And there it was. Another advance rejected.
Being intimate had been a journey for the young Son couple. It took a while for Chichi to convince him that it was appropriate for him to “put my thing in there?!” as he cried incredulously, but from the moment he experienced his first orgasm he was unstoppable. His body cried out for more. More sex. More her. And as his affection grew for her, so did their intimacy.
It was no surprise to Chichi when her period stopped coming, but it was a disappointment to her that she and Goku also stopped coming soon as her belly started to show. Every time she tried to get closer to him, Goku shrugged her off. It hurt that he wouldn’t even look at her when she undressed before taking a bath.
She wasn’t a fool, she knew she married the strongest man on the planet – the epitome of physical fitness – but it still broke her heart that her softening body borne from the child that he gave her was repulsive to him.
And in these cold winter months as her physique continued to change, all she wanted was for him to hold her and to comfort her, but as of now, it was not to be.
With a sigh, she returned to her kitchen and carried out the finishing touches on her dishes.
*****
Goku returned in a new Christmas sweater and sweats, and helped add more fuel to the fireplace as his stomach increasingly demanded to be fed.
“Chichi can we eat now? I’m starving!” He whined.
“Not till Daddy gets here,” she said, but as she made her way over to the window, she grew worried at the heavy snowfall. Their normally glistening green Mount Paozu had been reduced to a white mush, and the bleak sky was practically indistinguishable from the snow-decked ground.
She and her passenger were also getting hungry, but they would both have to wait; she needed her father here. A jolly bearhug from him would go a long way to bridge the gap between her and the physical touch she needed.
Right on cue as if it was listening to their conversation, the phone rang. Chichi, fully aware that no one else ever called, knew it would be the Ox-King.
“Hi Daddy, Merry Christmas!”
“Merry Christmas Chichi,” his husky voice sounded on the other end of the line.
“We were wondering where you were, are you about to come over?”
“Chichi… honey…” he replied hesitantly, “I’m… really sorry… but I don’t think I’ll be able to get to you.”
“Why not?” Chichi asked with an immediate wobble to her tone.
“Isn’t it bad where you are? We’re snowed under over here, my car is buried in it.”
“Is really there no other way?”
“No honey, most of my staff have gone home to be with their families, I can’t risk the ones who are still here.”
The mention of the fortunate employees who did get to spend the holiday with their loved ones made the lump in Chichi’s throat grow, and speaking became increasingly difficult as she sniffed through, “But Daddy… I really want you here…”
“I know sweetheart, if there was any other way I would, it’s just not safe right now.”
“It can’t be that bad can it?”
Goku, who had been listening in on their conversation, decided to investigate for himself. He opened their front door and gasped as all he could see was an impenetrable wall of snow.
“Umm… Chichi…?” He called.
Chichi’s mouth hung open at the receiver as she finally saw the solid, sparkly white backdrop completely blocking the entrance to their home.
“…Maybe it is better for you to stay home,” she said into the phone.
“It’s for the best. I’ll bring your presents over when the storm clears. Maybe we can have a late Christmas Brunch? Would ya like that honey?”
“Y-Yeah…” she said tearfully.
“Okay, I’d better go now. Enjoy dinner! I love you.”
“Bye Daddy, I lo-”
An abrupt silence fell on the other side of the line. The lack of a dead dialling tone confirmed to Chichi that the storm had ravaged the phone lines.
Maybe it was the hormones causing her to overreact, but Chichi couldn’t contain herself as the tears began to fall. The perfect Christmas she envisioned was fading away. Her body trembled and her face became blotchy as she quietly sobbed, until she felt a presence behind her accompanied by a hesitant hand on her shoulder.
“Don’t cry Chichi,” the presence said, “At least he’s safe at home, right? And now there’s more food for us!”
She turned to look behind her, and her husband’s sheepishly kind gaze melted away her tears. She covered his hand with hers and held her breath as she sensed it tensing for a moment. They both knew he was debating whether to remove it from her shoulder, but as it seemed he would stay touching her like this, she let herself relax in his hold.
*****
Goku gorged himself on turkey, potatoes, vegetables, noodles, fried chicken, and other delights that Chichi had spent hours slaving away on. She was on the other side of the table, going bite for bite with him on the food, but really she knew she was simply doing her duty as a mother-to-be; making sure her baby was fed.
She could tell by the slurps and burps from her husband that her cooking was well-received, and she knew it was tasty, but to her, every swallow just felt like something she had to get down her.
This was her first Christmas without her father.
She missed the Ox-King terribly, and sighed into her lonely bowl of soup as she reminisced over hearty meals and hearty laughs with him, a ten-foot-tall Christmas tree, and the joy on their servants’ faces as they received their Christmas bonuses in the form of gold or jewellery from her father’s treasure vault.
She heard a scraping on the floor, and after a brief pause, the soundtrack of food being wolfed down resumed, but this time it was right next to her.
Goku flashed bits of Brussel Sprout in his teeth as he grinned at her now just a foot away, and Chichi couldn’t help beaming at him too. There was something undeniably special about him. The way he could lift her spirits with a simple smile was a mystery that she knew she could never solve. But now with the comfort of her love by her side, the absence of her father was less felt as she continued her meal.
*****
Once they’d finished eating, Goku dutifully added more logs to the fireplace as Chichi retrieved some blankets from their bedroom closet. His kind gesture at the dinner table gave her the confidence to ask him to join her on the couch while they digested their food.
They sat there in silence, eyes on the blaze at the bottom of their chimney, individually wrapped in their own blankets. Chichi had tried to drape hers around him so they could snuggle up together, but just as she was about to reach him, he shifted further away.
She would just have to be content with having him near, but not close for now.
Suddenly, Chichi jumped in reaction to a jolt inside her, and caught Goku’s attention.
After a brief, shared look, they both laughed nervously at the slight break in tension. False alarm.
But then, her belly troubled her again, and Chichi gasped while she clutched it in shock.
“What is it?! What’s wrong?!” Goku cried.
“It’s… it’s the baby! It just kicked!”
“IT’S FIGHTING YOU?!” Goku panicked as he moved closer to her.
“No Goku it’s not-”
But Goku was already on his knees in front of her belly, preparing to address it head on. “Hey! Don’t you kick your mom ya hear me!” He chided his unborn child, “She’s feedin’ ya and growin’ ya good in there!”
Chichi threw her head back on the sofa and laughed.
“Is it attacking ya with tickles now too?!” Goku questioned.
“No silly, I’m fine! The baby’s just saying hello! Look, c’mere.”
She took Goku’s hand and led him back onto the couch, and he still seemed puzzled as she didn’t release him and guided his palm to her belly.
Just before making contact, Goku’s arm became very stiff, and it was then that when Chichi looked into his eyes, she finally realised that he was deathly afraid.
It was all starting to make sense to her now; Goku was worried that with his otherworldly strength, he posed a threat to his delicate bride as she carried their precious cargo. “He’s so sweet…” she mused to herself, his thoughtfulness making her fall even deeper in love with him.
“It’s okay to touch me,” she said softly, “You won’t hurt me... I want to share this moment with you.”
Goku still looked scared as he nodded, but he relaxed his body and let her take him.
Chichi’s insides fluttered once his palm fused with her belly, and it was like their child knew its father had come to visit. Within moments she felt a tiny foot pushing against where Goku’s hand was, and the soon-to-be parents both gasped.
“Goku, did ya feel that?!” Chichi cried.
“Yeah! Is that the baby?!”
“Yes that’s it! That’s our child!”
“Strong kick!” Goku said, “I can’t wait till we can start training!”
Chichi’s eyes began to well up with joy as she watched Goku excitedly pat different parts of her tummy. Even from the womb, their child was bringing them closer together as a family.
She stopped his hand and brought it around her widened waist. Leaning into him, a corner of her mouth turned up as she realised he was doing the same. His breath felt warm, and his lips did too until-
A crackle sounded out, and after a few flashes of light, the couple were plunged into darkness save for their fireplace.
The snowstorm had taken out the power.
*****
Chichi was luckily good in a crisis. She sent Goku to dig a nook in the snow in their doorway and salvage the perishables from their refrigerator by stacking them inside. While he was busy with that, Chichi gathered some futons and more blankets from the bedroom. She decided it would be better for them to spend the night by the warmth of the fire, and hopefully by morning, the power situation would be resolved.
She’d put quite the nest together by the time Goku had finished his task and returned to her, and he climbed into their soft fortress of bedding once she beckoned him in.
He fidgeted under the comforter as Chichi turned to face him, but she was keen to keep the momentum going from before the lights went out, and caressed his chin to turn his gaze to hers.
“Now… where were we…” she said seductively.
Goku was drawn in by her lips, and after a slight pause, gave his kiss to her again. He tentatively draped his arm around her back, and Chichi moved her body closer to him.
Once the tiniest moan snuck out of her husband’s mouth, Chichi clasped his cheek and deepened her kiss, enjoying the taste of him and the remnants of his meal she’d so lovingly prepared. She felt him gently tighten his grasp on her, and her arousal grew as he finally granted her the steamy session she yearned for.
For the first time in weeks, Chichi felt wanted. She knew he cared for her in his own way, but it wasn’t wrong for a girl to want her husband to be attracted to her!
The sweet sound of his hums skated on her tongue, but the young wife needed more. She slipped her hand down his heaving chest, brushing it over him until she reached his crotch. But just as she was poised to grab hold of his bulge, Goku promptly prized their lips apart and pulled back as he said, “…Please, don’t.”
Chichi’s heart could have stopped. The sting of rejection so soon after being so close nearly knocked the wind out of her.
“W-Why not?” She asked as her eyes began to water.
“I don’t want it to get all stiff if I can’t use it.”
“Can’t use it?!” Chichi cried, tired of subtleties and failed attempts, “Is it really that bad?! Am I really that undesirable to you?!” Tears now streamed down her face, heightening the intensity of her questioning, “Do you really not want me anymore?! I may be fatter but I’m more flexible than ever and I can still be your wife if you’ll let me!”
“What?! You think I think you’re undesirable?!” His shock caused him to sit up straight, “Are you serious Chichi?! I desire you so much that I can barely look at ya because I’m afraid I’ll do somethin’ I shouldn’t!”
“What… what do you mean?”
Chichi sniffed as Goku’s palm soaked up the damp of her cheek.
“Chichi, you’re so pretty like this,” he told her, “It’s like you’re shining or somethin’. I can’t stop thinkin’ about how soft ya feel and that your boobies are bigger, and it scares me because I wanna do the sex thing with ya so bad, but I know I can’t.”
Chichi felt relief like never before; the warmth of his hand outperformed the fireplace, and her heart softened at the earnestness with which he spoke.
“So… you do still want me…” she smiled through her tears.
“So much Chi, I just don’t wanna hurt the baby.”
Silence fell as Chichi processed what he’d just said.
“…You don’t wanna… hurt… the baby?” She reiterated slowly.
He nodded at her as she paused.
She tried to hold it in, but the young wife couldn’t help but let out a side-splitting belly laugh, releasing the stress she’d been holding and appreciating the sweet naivety of her husband.
“What’s so funny?” Goku asked in annoyance.
“That’s why you’ve been acting strange?! Having sex doesn’t hurt the baby!”
“But your belly’s all big and it’s growing; I’ll crush it if I’m flopping on ya and stuff.”
Chichi cackled at his crass honesty, “There are ways Goku, we just have to use different positions!”
“Different positions?”
“Yeah, the doctor said it’s okay!”
“Really? But what if I poke the baby in the head?!”
“You won’t! It’s protected in there, it won’t even know what we’re doing.”
Goku still didn’t seem convinced, so Chichi knew it was up to her to nudge him along. Without saying a word, she removed his hand, and began taking off her sweater.
“Chichi, what are ya doing?! If ya take off your clothes you’ll get cold!”
She stopped to take in his concern, lowering her lids into a sultry stare as she whispered:
“…Not if you make love to me.”
She’d learned over time that with a certain inflection of her voice, Goku couldn’t resist her. He could only watch her with his mouth agape as piece by piece, Chichi stripped down to her bare body.
She saved her maternity bra till last, and as soon as her luscious full breasts were on show, Goku couldn’t fight off his erection any longer.
He trembled as she slowly reached into his sweats and groped his hardness, shivering with each sensual stroke.
“Chi… Chi…”
Eyes half-lidded, he stretched out a shaky hand for her secret place. Chichi held her breath, bracing herself for his elusive touch, but still… she was left wanting.
“And are… you… sure it’s okay…?” Goku asked as his hand hovered a half inch away.
Chichi wanted to scream, she couldn’t take anymore begging for him. But registering the worry in his eyes, she took pity on him, appreciating how much he cared for her, and their unborn child.
“It’s like I said… it’s okay to touch me. You won’t hurt me… or the baby.”
A strained moan spilled out of her throat as his fingers scrubbed her nub. She’d almost forgotten how cold it was, until the sight of their heavy breaths clouded his face.
Their lips soon reconnected as their bodies jerked in each other’s hands. Chichi wasn’t exaggerating when she mentioned her flexibility, she bent her knees and hooked her toes on his waistband to lower his pants, until Goku kicked them off his legs.
He whined when she released his throbbing piece so she could remove his sweater, and his impatience made her giggle as he rushed to pull it over his head. She was just about to get back to work on him, but finally laying eyes on his sweaty, muscular torso was enough to make her yelp and squirt over his still-submerged fingers.
She panted watching him lift his cum-glazed digits to his mouth, and his eyes rolled to high heavens at the taste of her cream that he’d so missed. He was about to dive face-first into a second helping, but Chichi stopped him and turned over so she was facing away from him.
She couldn’t waste another second. This was happening and it was happening now.
On her side, she parted her legs under the covers and threw her hand behind her as she reached for Goku’s baton. He didn’t hesitate to poke his hips into her, and she sighed with relief before telling him to “Stick it in… this way.”
“In your butt?”
“NO! I mean… I’m not ready for that.”
(“Yet,” she said quietly in her head.)
They fumbled about as they contorted their bodies, both of them determined to succeed, and by the long overdue moan they gave at the same time, it was clear that Goku had found finally his way into her intimacy.
“You’re so warm inside Chichi…” he sighed dreamily.
Chichi could feel his nervousness through her folds as his hands gripped her hips. Whether it was his awareness of the baby she carried or not wanting to subject his wet cock to the coolness of the air, she didn’t care. Right now she just needed him to be the man who put her in this state in the first place.
Digging her fingers into her sheets, she ground her rear against his torso, setting the pace as she whimpered “S-Slowly…”
Goku let out tortured grunts as he followed her lead and pushed his pelvis up against her. His penis quickly reacquainted itself with her slippery walls, sliding in and out of her quivering quim with more and more confidence.
It was clumsy at first, but once they’d found their rhythm, Chichi couldn’t stop huffing and howling as her husband stuffed her like a Christmas turkey.
The more he gave, the more she craved. She wanted to feel the comfort of his abs rubbing against her form as he knew her carnally.
Underscored by her breathy moans, she arched her back closer to him until her head knocked against his chin. Goku dithered over where to put his hands, but once he finally landed on clasping her supple upper arm, the lovers settled into a groove.
“I… I’ve… missed you…” Chichi simpered.
“I’ve missed you too…”
His heavy breaths weighed on her neck, her cheek, and her smooth shoulder as he worked to satisfy his lust, and every moment his body pressed against hers was like an eternity, yet not long enough.
“Ya feel so soft…” Goku groaned as if it pained him to be joined with someone so precious and velvet to the touch.
He slipped his hand down her arm, hooking his fingers between hers once he reached the back of her hand. Chichi could hardly take it as he continued to rock her, and found herself making sounds from a place that had been dormant for too long. Every nuzzle of her hair and smooch on her milky-white, fire-illuminated skin stimulated her endlessly.
Moving his hand to her chest, Chichi yelped as he instinctively sunk his fingers into her soft flesh and squeezed desperately.
“Be gentle…” she quietly pleaded, but after hooking her arm around his head and turning her face to kiss his panting mouth, she lit a new fire under him and his leisurely pumps gathered speed.
A counterpoint of moans and pleasure-toned grunts filled the room as the couple forcefully lurched back and forth. They were twisted and tangled up in so many ways, shaming the fire with how much heat their bodies generated.
Their rough yet tender movements carried an unbridled urgency like they’d never known, and they felt their love evolving in real time as their pleasure reached new heights.
“Chichi I…” Goku began, his voice hoarsening as his wife’s was, “I think it’s… gonna come outta me soon… sh-should I stop?”
“No… stay… give it to me…”
Chichi frantically pumped his pole, submitting his sex to hers as her taught nipple jabbed at his palm. Her pussy’s firm tugs sent Goku into disarray as he neared his end and grunted wildly, merely existing as a vessel for pleasure in these final moments of passion.
“Please… cum…” Chichi begged.
After a few more electrifying thrusts, Goku let out a yell he’d been holding in for weeks, jerking haphazardly as his hot snow filled his wife until it trickled down her thigh while she wailed along with him.
It was a silent night once again as they held each other on the come down.
Only the sounds of their exhausted breaths singing over the crackle of their fireplace remained.
Goku kissed his wife’s rising and lowering shoulder as she lay there exhaling in his arms. He groaned with reluctance when he finally dislodged himself from her, but gladly welcomed getting to see her post-coital gaze again when turned to face him.
But his eyes widened with alarm as he noticed Chichi’s were streaming with tears.
“Did… did I hurt you?!” He cried, terrified that his worst fear had come true.
“No dear,” she reassured him between sniffs, “I just… love you so much...”
Chichi was overrun with emotion, all she could do was pull him into her arms and absorb his lips into an immeasurably gratified kiss.
“I love you too…” Goku said when she eventually freed his mouth, “But are you… okay? I mean… both of you?”
“We’re fine honey,” she replied with a sweet, yet fatigued smile, “Thanks for being so good to me.”
Goku bashfully scratched the back of his head before landing a final kiss on his bride.
“Merry Christmas, Chichi,” he said.
“Merry Christmas, my darling.”
Goku held her from behind once she turned away again after a sweet smooch, massaging her belly as she fell asleep to the crackling flames.
All was calm and all was right again in Chichi’s eyes.
Her husband soon began to snore, his familiar volume and cadence bringing comfort to her.
Even on the coldest night in Mount Paozu history, Chichi had never felt warmer. Because tonight, being in Goku’s arms, was the greatest Christmas gift of all.