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Chi-Chi exhaled through her nose, sweat trickling down her brow, legs quivering in cold stirrups.
“Push, Chi-Chi!” the doctor yelled.
As she grunted and strained, Chi-Chi curled her fingers beneath her thighs, wishing it was Goku’s neck she was wringing. “Where is he?”
Her face was undoubtedly red, burning with the effort and the fury boiling within her. As she cast her gaze across the sterile white delivery room and familiar faces within it once more, Chi-Chi let out a shrill cry. The pain was only background noise to her other stressors at the moment, but that didn’t mean this wasn’t the most exquisite agony she had ever experienced in her life.
Her life.
This was not how it was supposed to go. She’d had everything perfectly planned since she was a little girl - before he came along. She had yet to finish her degree so she could become a teacher like she’d always dreamed. At least the motherhood part of Chi-Chi’s dreams was panning out — though not quite as intended. She was supposed to be married before winding up here! The father of her baby was supposed to be responsible and smart and established before they reached this point — basically everything Goku Son was not.
With her next push, guided by Dr. Briefs’ gentle coaxes, Chi-Chi sank her teeth into her bottom lip and gave it everything she had. She felt the soft touch of Bulma’s hand on her shoulder slip away before being replaced by a warmer, heavier hand.
As Chi-Chi felt the wave of pressure and pain within her give way to a feeling of relief so immense that it couldn’t only be attributed to drugs, she heaved a few tired breaths, pressed her head back into the pillow, and rolled her eyes up toward the fluorescent lights on the ceiling. Shadows loomed over her, closing out that bright light as her eyelids grew heavy, much in the same way the blinding strobe lights of the club had distorted her vision that night that altered her carefully-laid plans.
“-oku! Goku! Hey!”
Goku grinned as the arms of the dancers in front of him cartwheeled out of sight to reveal the woman calling his name. With her teased blue hair shining beneath the technicolored strobe lights and her cleavage enhanced by their flashes, Bulma threw herself into Goku’s arms. When he pulled out of the hug to say hi, she hit him.
“Ow!” he cried in place of greeting, rubbing his sore head. “What’d you do that for?”
“That’s for leaving me behind last time, you dipshit!”
Goku laughed. “Leavin’ you? Nah!”
“Yes!” Bulma fumed, fists clenched by her sides.
“We were just–” Goku furrowed his brow as he recalled that night Bulma didn’t ride home with them.
He’d thought she’d left with a guy. Now, he couldn’t recall a face or how exactly they’d lost track of Bulma. He did remember the face of the guy who’d asked him to step outside to challenge him to a fight.
Goku scratched his head. “Huh. We were…waiting for you, I think?”
“Waiting, my ass!” Bulma yelled, voice powerful enough to carry over the bass beat vibrating through the floor. “I had to ride home in a rancid Uber with some fatty perv looking down my dress through his rear view all the way home. I could’ve been—!”
When the bass drowned out Bulma’s voice, Goku cocked his head. “Huh?”
She waved him off, huffing. “Screw it. How are you? You get a job yet?”
“What?”
The loud club environment was convenient. That conversation was absolutely not a can of worms Goku wanted to open. He was here with his friends for fun. If anyone had warned him life after high school was going to mean more boring work, he might’ve gone off somewhere to live as a hermit. He was still considering it. Bulma had plenty of money from her rich parents which she never hesitated to share. For now, living with the guys in her parents’ second home they’d been meaning and forgetting to put on the market for the past few years was working out just fine. Goku didn’t need to pay rent, Tien brought home plenty of food from the restaurant where he worked when he wasn’t cooking awesome meals, and as long as Goku was fun to be around, their current arrangement worked out for everyone. This would all be perfect if only Bulma would stop telling Goku and his friends to grow up.
“Hey, Bulma!”
Goku cracked a smile at Krillin’s familiar voice as his friend popped up from behind him, looking Bulma up and down with a conspicuous wink. Goku plucked his beer out of Krillin’s hand while Krillin tossed back a sip from the bottle he carried in his other hand.
“Krillin!” Bulma screamed, and too fast for Goku to warn Krillin, her palm was coming down on top of his bald head.
Goku winced at the smack that carried over the sound of the music, and then at the red mark left on Krillin’s pale skin. When Krillin looked up with a peevish look on his face, Goku could only shrug and drown out his nervous laughter with a swig of beer. He tuned out Bulma’s rant as she repeated the same tongue-lashing she’d given Goku. She was Goku’s only friend who didn’t know martial arts, but when it came to that mouth, she could be just as dangerous as the rest of them.
“Honestly,” Bulma finished with a scoff and a roll of her eyes. She swiped the beer from Krillin’s hand and raised it to her bubblegum-pink lips.
“Hey!”
“What?” Bulma said to Krillin, narrowing blue eyes. “Do you have a problem?”
“N-no,” Krillin grumbled, folding his arms across his chest.
Goku gasped as the music changed, playing a melody he knew from back in the day. He and Master Roshi used to belt the lyrics at the top of their lungs while performing a whole coordinated routine on the mats. Krillin’s attitude changed instantly when he recognized the melody. After all, he’d been there for every one of those late dojo cleanings-turned-jam-sessions.
“Yeah!” Goku jumped in the air, pumping his fist in rhythm to the beat of the bassline. “Woo-hoo!”
“Oh, boy,” Krillin laughed as Goku handed him his beer.
As he ran to the center of the dance floor, Goku felt his blood pumping. He was amped by the music. He shouldered people out of his way as he sped toward an opening on the floor. As he whirled around, a rush of excitement had him trembling. This was the reason he went out to these places every weekend. This kind of good time was what life was all about!
As the song played on and Goku danced, he sweated until his bangs were clinging to his forehead, he jumped until his calves were burning, and he sang until his lungs hurt. He wore a smile through every second of his exertion. It wasn’t until the chorus was repeating, drawing to the end of his old martial arts master’s favorite song, that Goku noticed the other dancer who had acquired an audience with her fancy moves.
His jaw dropped as he caught sight of her leather-clad thigh catching red and then blue strobe lights as she kicked her pointed heel in the air. Her long black hair was disheveled from the dancing, springing loose from her high ponytail, but the way it framed her face drew Goku’s attention to her eyes. They were dilated and shining, exhibiting an excitement like Goku couldn’t recall ever seeing from a girl. She was enjoying this song as much as he was.
“Goku!” Piccolo’s deep timbre broke the spell Goku seemed to be under as the song ended and the music changed. When Goku turned, Piccolo punched his shoulder hard. “What are you gawking at?”
“N-nothing,” Goku said with a shake of his head, sparing a glance in the girl’s direction to find she’d disappeared. “Why?”
“Didn’t you hear me calling?” Piccolo folded his arms over the metal band graphics of his t-shirt. “I recorded the tournament today. You and your loser friends should come over to watch it.”
“Tonight?”
“No, next week.”
“Shit, Piccolo,” Goku said, tousling his dampened, disheveled spikes of hair, “that’s a long time to wait. Why so long?”
“I was being sarcastic, you dumbass!”
“Oh.”
Piccolo rolled his eyes. “I’m getting out of here. Come over or not, it’s your choice. But I’m watching it.”
“Uh! O-Ok!” Goku extended his hand toward Piccolo’s back, but the taller man had already turned away, putting enough distance between them to drown out Goku’s voice beneath the music. “See ya there soon, Piccolo!”
This tournament was one Goku had been waiting to see for a long time now. He loved watching the martial arts whenever he could, but this tournament included matches between some of his most idolized fighters like Jackie Chun. Goku was not going to miss it. All he had to do now was wrangle his friends together. Krillin couldn’t have gone far. After getting his ear chewed off by Bulma for that last time, maybe he’d better make sure he didn’t leave her behind, even if she hadn’t come with them this time.
Goku raked his gaze through the buoying crowd of multicolored heads of hair, people all over the club dancing and grinding together as the music gave way to a more sultry vibe than before. He shivered as the air conditioning in the club kissed his sweat-dampened skin while he cast his net wider in search of his friends. When his gaze landed on a head of blue hair teased to perfection, he knew he’d finally found one of them.
Without thinking, he pushed his way through the crowd to meet Bulma at the bar. He hadn’t noticed she was with someone, but by the time he got there, he realized maybe he should’ve paid more attention. Bulma did not look happy to see him when he pressed against her side, shoulder to shoulder and leaning over the bar. Wishing he could back away safely but knowing it was too late for that, Goku chuckled.
“Goku,” Bulma growled through clenched teeth, nudging her head toward the scar-faced man with his black hair pulled back in a shaggy ponytail beside her, “what are you doing here?”
“I…thought you might be ready to go home?”
Goku raised an eyebrow as he frowned at the threatening look he received from the man at Bulma’s other side. He was starting to think offering Bulma a ride home this time was looking like not such a good idea.
“Are you here with him?” the guy asked Bulma.
“No!” Bulma cried, pinning Goku with a glare. “Goku, this is Yamcha.”
“Hi!” Goku said, extending his hand past Bulma. “I’m Goku!”
“Yamcha,” Yamcha said with a sneer as he shook Goku’s hand. He slid his gaze to Bulma and back to Goku again as a smirk spread across his lips. “You should meet my friend.”
Goku blinked. “Me? Why?”
“If you’re really not here with Bulma,” Yamcha said, sliding his hand down Bulma’s bare back with a look on his face as if this was meant to upset Goku, “I’m sure you don’t mind me taking her home. But I won’t leave you empty-handed. My friend is real cute. You seemed to notice her earlier. I saw you out on the dance floor, by the way. Impressive moves.”
“Thank you!” Goku beamed. “So your friend’s a girl?”
Yamcha’s smirk widened before he turned, showing Goku his back. “Hey, Chi…Chi?”
Someone rushed at Goku then. His eyes bulged at the sense of danger that came from being rapidly approached at the bar. Usually, this was when he'd be challenged by guys assuming his build meant he’d be fun to fight. Those challengers didn’t know the greatest strength came from harnessing ki and using the martial arts. So even when Goku recognized the shorter stature and leaner figure of the doe-eyed girl approaching him, he didn’t drop his guard. Even a girl of her size could take him down if she was trained. Krillin and Master Roshi were proof of that.
“Hi!” she said with a bright smile, clasping her hands behind her back, sticking her perky chest out.
Goku clutched the bar behind him to stop himself from tumbling over it. It took everything in him to restrain himself from reflexively hitting this person. He hadn’t expected her to come so close but now she was inches away. He could smell her flowery perfume and see every flawless inch of her pale cheeks as they took on a rosy glow. When she batted her eyes at him, he recognized that same gleam of excitement he’d seen on the dance floor earlier. But she wasn’t dancing now. She looked different than before.
“Wha—! Hey, Leather pants!” Goku laughed, settling into the seat of a barstool. “Your hair’s not messy anymore!”
She must’ve combed it in the mirror after dancing. Now, her bangs were perfectly aligned and her ponytail was neat with not a single hair loose save for the two silky strands framing her face. Her blouse had been hanging dangerously low to expose some cleavage when she’d danced, but now it was pulled up conservatively, only enticing Goku with the figure he could make out beneath the fabric. And she did have a lovely chest. When he looked back up into her eyes, her pretty features were twisted into a scowl. Goku winced. The guys had warned him about always looking a girl in the eyes.
“Leather pants?” she cried, jaw dropping as her entire posture withered into a slump. “That’s how you greet me?”
“What?” Goku shrugged nonchalantly. “Am I supposed to know your name?”
“Chi-Chi,” Yamcha said, tugging Bulma away from the bar before giving Chi-Chi a wink. “And this is Goku. You two have a good time now.”
Bulma pressed her hand to Yamcha’s chest with a flirty laugh. “I know we will!”
When Goku turned back to Chi-Chi, she rolled her eyes and folded her arms across her chest, shielding her perky breasts further from Goku’s view. She was fidgety. It was cute. But this was awkward. Goku had that tournament waiting for him to see. Piccolo was going to watch it without him if he didn’t get moving soon.
“Oh, god!” Bulma groaned in Goku’s ear, shoving him forward before whispering, “Will you be normal for once in your life? The girl’s into you! Take her home and get some, you moron!”
Goku blinked before being seized by a realization that hit him like an energy wave. This girl was looking for a hookup! That had been the last thing on his mind when he went out to the club tonight. When Bulma slipped away through the crowd with Yamcha, Goku turned wide eyes on Chi-Chi. Looking at her this close, Goku was struck by another harsh realization. She looked like she was getting really upset. It had to be his fault. Was that…were those…tears shimmering in her eyes?
Chi-Chi looked away, rubbing the back of her hand across her face. “I feel like such a fool. I never should’ve listened to Yamcha. Like he cares about my promotion. ‘Come out and celebrate’, he said, ‘it’ll be fun’.” She scoffed. “And here I thought he was interested. I’m just…too plain. You don’t have to talk to me if you don’t want to, Goku. I’m sorry I bothered you.”
“Chi-Chi!” Goku gaped at her, breathless at the sight of the sorrowful downturn of her glossy lips. He tugged her hand away from her reddening eyes, still captivating despite her smudged makeup. “You’re not plain at all! I’ve never seen a girl who can move like you do!”
Chi-Chi hiccuped and peered at him beneath hooded lashes. “You - you like my moves?”
“Yeah!”
A smile dawned on her face. “You want to see more of them?”
Goku’s breath caught in his throat when Chi-Chi moved closer, the warmth of her body permeating the fabric against his skin. Her voice had lowered to a degree, her mood making a drastic shift he couldn’t exactly pinpoint. But then he remembered the hookup dilemma and it clicked. Goku panted, torn between his need to not miss out on watching that tournament and the budding desire awakened within him by the heat of Chi-Chi’s skin and the lust in her gaze. Maybe Bulma had a point. If Chi-Chi was offering, who was Goku to tell her no? If anything, it would make her happy just like she’d made him happy on the dance floor. She wanted to feel wanted. Goku shivered and nodded, deciding yes, he was curious to learn more of Chi-Chi’s moves.
“I can show you,” Chi-Chi whispered, “back at my place.”
Goku hummed. “Sure.”
Chi-Chi had her reservations about clubbing with Yamcha among his favored crowd of drunken delinquents. It wasn’t the way she typically wanted to spend her Friday nights. Even worse than her initial wariness was the weight of her disappointment when Yamcha made his intentions to go home with someone else crystal clear. The night out made her feel like a fool for ever expecting anything more from her coworker. That was, until Goku stepped up, dazzling her with his handsome smile and his eagerness to spend time getting to know her. She didn’t know much about him, but he was sweet and he was attractive and tipsy and he smelled good and most importantly, right now, he was available.
In her bedroom, pinning Goku to the wall in her enthusiasm, she explored the lines of Goku’s tight muscles flexing beneath her fingertips. While she breathed in, memorizing the down-to-earth musky scent of his skin, Chi-Chi decided she had to be dreaming. She kissed him, a man who was almost a stranger. This was the last way she’d imagined for this night to end. She never expected a man like this to take an interest in her. Sure, maybe Goku seemed childish, but judging by the way he ripped her blouse over her head, Chi-Chi was willing to bet he wouldn’t hold back once they got going. She pressed away from him and laid back on her bed, whimpering her anticipation as she wiggled out of her tight leather pants. Goku threw his clothes aside and stood above her, naked as the day he was born, too shameless to cover up an inch of his glorious skin. Chi-Chi couldn’t imagine why he would with a body like that.
“Wow,” she breathed before blushing at realizing she’d actually said that aloud.
Goku didn’t seem to mind as he dived on top of her with a crooked smile. He pinned Chi-Chi to the bed with his weight while silencing her with sloppy wet kisses. Chi-Chi swept her tongue through his sweet mouth, enjoying all of the silky sensations while grinding her hips up to meet that hard bulge pressing between her thighs. He felt big. He was going to feel big inside her. She was ready for this to hurt. But it had been so long that she’d been relying on her vibrator. Chi-Chi was tough. She was more willing to endure temporary pain than another tortuous moment of practiced patience.
“You…” she said breathily while Goku ran his wet lips down her cheek and neck and peeled away her bra, “you have protection, right?”
That would really kill this whole endeavor. Chi-Chi could smack herself for not being better prepared, but as long as Goku had a condom, there was nothing to worry about. Guys always went to the club with protection on them. How else could they hope to get lucky? Goku had to have something.
“Huh?” Goku said as his palm fell around Chi-Chi’s breast, caressing and kneading her flesh with the warmth of his calloused fingers. “Protection…”
Chi-Chi arched into his touch. “Oh, ye–”
She broke off with a squeal when his lips slid below her clavicle to close gently around her nipple. The feeling of Goku’s tongue caressing her skin shot straight to her fingers and toes while Goku shuffled around beneath the bed, wrestling his condom out of discarded clothing. Chi-Chi panted toward the ceiling, biting her lip and wringing her fingers into the sheets as she waited for Goku to get himself ready for her. She was more than ready. She was wet between her thighs, yearning for that deep penetration. She’d had a long day at work, and perhaps a few too many drinks at the club, and now this indulgence would be the perfect ending to this crazy day.
She gasped.
Goku’s weight was crushing as he threw himself on top of her, hooking his hand beneath Chi-Chi’s knee to hitch her leg over his shoulder. Chi-Chi tossed her head back into her pillow and endured the stretch, clenching her eyes shut in anticipation of the burning pressure she was bound to feel.
“Are you sure, Chi-Chi?” Goku asked, fanning her face with his breath, the head of his cock already pressing right where Chi-Chi wanted it.
“Yes!” Chi-Chi cried, almost growling. “Yes! Fuck me, come on!”
She yelped, clutching Goku’s broad back when he pressed forward to grind their pelvises together flush. Her eyes went wide as she stretched to accommodate his thick cock, the sensation of it giving way to a delicious pressure. With a moan, she ran her fingernails down Goku’s back, loving his deeper moan she received in return. Just as Chi-Chi had expected, he was athletic, thrusting into her with reckless abandon that seemed effortless. She could only cling to him and close her thighs around his narrow hips as he drove her toward ecstasy with every thrust. With her senses heightened and her body alight, Chi-Chi cried out as she grinded her clit against the heat of Goku’s body and let the sensations drive her to orgasm. He pounded her with increasing speed, crushing his lips to Chi-Chi’s as he curled his fingertips into the meaty flesh of her ass cheek. When he came, it was with a caress of her hip and a guttural sound muffled in her lips. It made Chi-Chi’s heart flutter as she wrapped her arms around Goku’s back and held him close.
She felt his heart pounding in sync with hers in the quiet that fell over her apartment. Just for a moment, she was able to convince herself she was a princess intertwined with her hero. Her romantic notions ended the moment Goku rolled off of her, rolled out of her bed, and proceeded to scratch his ass in her face.
“Uh…” Goku said, waving his finger in a circle, “your toilet is…?”
“That way,” Chi-Chi sighed, gesturing with a slash of her hand.
She let it fall, slapping the comforter as she curled her still-quivering legs around the fluffy fabric. While Goku made noise heading into her bathroom, Chi-Chi let her eyelids slide shut, embracing the comfort of sleep. It was only minutes later that she felt the disruptive shift of Goku plopping into the bed beside her.
He might not have been her Prince Charming, but that didn’t change the fact that curling around him to fall back to sleep felt like one of the most natural things she’d ever done. Goku seemed perfect, but beneath that attractive facade, Chi-Chi had to be aware of the fact that he was probably one of those weirdos her father warned her about. That didn’t matter. Her father didn’t have to know, and she would never have to see Goku again after this if she didn’t want to.
Or so, that was what she’d thought.