#domestic piccolo is life though
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Piccolo’s got cleaned up way more, but the Gio one I’ve been determined to do for like a month.
#wip#doodles#sketchbook#giorno giovanna#jjba#jjba part 5#giogio#JoJo's Bizarre Adventure#piccolo#dragon ball super#dbs#dbz#dragon ball z#it's blatantly super piccolo whatever#dbs piccolo#dbz piccolo#just put them all on motorcycles and bikes#going mad with bike power#domestic piccolo is life though#my formatting is from hell and i hate social media
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10 for the ask game
10. The Dragon Ball series isn’t exactly known for being consistent with its story, its characters, and various other things. Which inconsistency irritates you the most?
Omg . This question.
Okay, there are a hundred million things I would change abt dragon ball if I could, but the thing that pisses me off the most is definitely inconsistency with Gohan's characterization. Namely,
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Gohan should have stayed/become the main character after Cell Saga what the hell.
I'm really tired rn so I can't elaborate as much as I want to but holy shit Buu saga really dropped the ball on this and it's one of the reasons I don't like that arc much. For a while before I knew what the arc was actually about, I got duped into thinking it would be largely Gohan-centric. Focusing on his relationship with humanity and his peers when he attends school / his old trauma/fears/idk.. anything negative or introspective?? Resurfacing when his dad comes back and shit inevitably hits the fan again.
(mandatory "thank for for existing, the Red Boy fic" statement. Look it up it's great I got derailed while reading the last chapter and I feel bad abt not getting back to it yet h)
But instead..... No? Gohan frustratingly gets yanked off center stage halfway through Buu saga, thanks to Toriyama's unfortunate authorship situation at the time. And after that he just....... Stays there. In the wings of Goku and Vegeta's story instead of taking the mantle of MC. It's really disappointing to me, and it's one of the reasons I still haven't watched Super lmao.
Ik I talk about piccolo for 172783736 hours at a time but Gohan's character arc is really the one that carries Z for me up to Buu saga. I consider Cell saga to be an infinitely superior end to his character arc, and I think the way it sticks the landing there is another reason why Buu saga gets on my nerves so much.
I've talked abt this with friends, but current Gohan also feels largely void of the gamut of emotions he was shown to have while younger, and that bugs the hell out of me. Obviously he's matured, but the fear and insecurity and loss he struggled with pre-buu arc feels strangely muted. Like he isn't allowed to cry now that he's an adult or something (though Goku got hit with this same problem, sigh). This doesn't help his already bad sidelining.
In Buu saga and Super, his repeated cycle of "BAMF fight where he comes out on top as strongest Z fighter→ peacetime→ complacency and domestic life→ uh oh he's weak now→ gets admonished for it and wins the day again" could be SUCH a good foundation for a compelling character arc, but they just. Don't do it! So it comes off as redundant and uncharacteristically negligent on Gohan's part. For as much as I love it, Super Hero drops the ball with this too.
I'm just gonna port my messages from discord and let y'all glean the gist
Basically Gohan feels kinda McGuffin-ized at this point and it makes me sad. He literally had a CELL clone in front of him and had no visible reaction or even an acknowledgement. He's verbally passionate about things like the saiyaman gig or entomology or his family, but the plot and writing don't allow him to actually struggle with the obligation his power gives him.
Like. He might on the surface, sure, but ultimately he just rolls over whenever someone goads him into fighting again (I have seen that part(s) of super don't @ me). I just can't help but see wasted potential and a character with somewhat weak writing. It really is like they just don't know what to do with him now. And that's a real shame because he still is my 1st/2nd favorite character and I am still interested in his arc. Way more so than Goku or Vegeta's. I just wish they would DO something with it 😭
Anyway. Can you believe this isn't even all my thoughts on the matter hdhdhdkdjdj
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Saiyan Puberty Isn't Taught In Earth Health Class!
by MuffinsInSummer
Goten is going through some tough feelings right now when his brother has another kid, when Pan turns three Son Meshi is born. The years have gone by, Goten has gotten taller, though he's still shorter than Trunks, is getting on his nerves because he can't shake these feelings for him.
This is what happens when a Saiyan goes through puberty, and not just Goten, Trunks but everyone involved are in for a long ride. At least the enemies have put a pause on trying to take over and destroy the universe so that way they can settle down to figure this stuff out right? Meanwhile, Vegeta is just laughing at Gohan's agony.
Until his own hormones start kicking his ass as well. Then who's talking.
Words: 1645, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Dragon Ball
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply, Underage
Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi
Characters: Vegeta (Dragon Ball), Son Goku (Dragon Ball), Son Goten, Trunks Briefs, Bra Briefs, Beerus (Dragon Ball), Whis (Dragon Ball), Videl Satan, Chi-Chi (Dragon Ball), Ox King (Dragon Ball), Miguel Satan, Android 18 (Dragon Ball), Future Trunks Briefs, Piccolo (Dragon Ball), Dende (Dragon Ball), Z Warriors (Dragon Ball), Original Dragon Ball Character(s), Son Gohan
Relationships: Trunks Briefs/Son Goten, Videl Satan/Son Gohan, Dende/Piccolo (Dragon Ball), Son Goku/Vegeta (Dragon Ball), Bulma Briefs/Vegeta, Chi-Chi/Son Goku (Dragon Ball), Android 18/Krillin (Dragon Ball), Chi-Chi & Son Gohan & Son Goku & Son Goten, Bra Briefs & Vegeta, Trunks Briefs & Vegeta (Dragon Ball), Bra Briefs/Son Pan, Future Trunks Briefs/Son Gohan
Additional Tags: Mpreg, Vegeta is Bad at Feelings (Dragon Ball), Trans Son Goten (Dragon Ball), Awesome Bulma Briefs, Bisexual Trunks Briefs, Future Trunks Briefs Needs a Hug, Confused Son Goku (Dragon Ball), Son Goku Is Trying (Dragon Ball), Slice of Life, Shounen Fights, Saiyan Biology, Intersex Saiyans, Open Relationships, Open Marriage, Chi-Chi Being an Asshole (Dragon Ball), Sexism, Coming of Age, Self-Discovery, Super Saiyan, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Feelings Realization, Dom/sub Undertones, Vegeta Says Fuck Yeah Gender Equality, Also Yes To Gay Rights, Pining Son Goten (Dragon Ball), Pining Trunks Briefs (Dragon Ball), Time Travel, Babies, Multiple Timeline Fuck Ups, Beerus Said NO To Time Travel Don't You Listen?, Son Pan Is A Little Shit, Badass Bra Briefs, Super Saiyan Bra And Pan, They do eventually, Saiyan babies, Videl and Gohan have another kid, Friends and Rivals To Lovers, Saiyan puberty basically, you know what they say keep your friends close and your enemies closer, Women Being Awesome, Bluma Briefs Is A Little Shit, Vegeta Is A Little Shit, Trunks Briefs Is A Little Shit
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hm, thoughts on (if you’re familiar with them) ms chi chi and piccolo?
Oh, that Piccolo! He's definitely stoic and laconic. I'm sure he's rife with wisdom ... but I've always had trouble getting it out of him. I actually tried for a long time to find the best way to converse with him, but he just didn't seem to respond well to any of it. It's almost as if he found my dialogue to be tiresome and annoying. Huh! Well, I'm sure he appreciated the effort. I would love to have a discussion with him one day when he's up for the socialization. I don't even care what about. He just seems to know his stuff! ...Whatever it is.
As for Ms. Chichi-san - what a great conversationalist and gracious host! Her presence is definitely a strong and self-determined one, and while she seems to have an air of honor running through her, she will not hesitate to complain about anything that's bothering her. Even if it's about someone else and it may be uncouth to divulge. Makes me wonder if anyone talks about me like that behind my back. Well, if so - I doubt they could spin it into the same fiery and captivating conversations that Ms. Chichi can perpetrate.
However! She can be very ... specific! She wants things done a certain way, and you best not intervene. She especially won't have you in her kitchen asking questions about her craft while she cooks. Even if you were just trying to warn her that you lack the same appetite as the other Saiyans in her life and you're trying to save her some time and effort. And maybe your stomach from exploding. She is an EXCELLENT chef, though!
You know, it's funny you mention both Piccolo-San and Ms. Chichi-San here in the same ask like this. I'm not sure I've ever seen them in the same vicinity since I first came to Earth.
But don't let that fool you! Maybe it's not mine to share, but I feel I must - I've heard through the grapevine that Ms. Chichi-San and Piccolo-San used to be close. Apparently, a few years back, when Son Kakarot was, well, dead, his friend Piccolo stepped in to help the grieving family through their loss. He and Son Gohan evidently go way back, and so I suppose that graciousness was extended to the Son mother and her new babe. During that time, Piccolo-San was there to offer comfort, help raise the kids, and I believe help with whatever domestic chores are involved in homesteading. I can imagine him chopping and hauling firewood, for instance - he certainly has the arms for it! One is to assume that he and Ms. Chichi became close confidants in that time.
...But something about the books in Mr. Piccolo-San's possession makes me feel like there's more to that story...
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Hi!! I was just wondering if I could get a SFW alphabet for Piccolo? 🥺👉👈
Hey! of course! enjoy :D
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
He isn’t very affectionate at all. He shows his affection by helping out or getting someone something they may need.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
Starts by him forcing him to survive in the wild alone as a small child! He’s an incredibly loyal best friend and will help you no matter what, even if it involves babysitting (which he loves)
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
He’s not a cuddler, but secretly loves it when someone cuddles him.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
Pretends he isn’t, but is a domestic king! As much as he likes fighting, he likes peace and a place he can call home.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
he would be very to the point. No point in dragging it out.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
He would do it if it was very important to his partner. He would have to REALLY like someone to be with them in the first place. So once that is established, he isn’t afraid of commitment, just doesn’t really understand the need for marriage.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
At first, not at all. But over the years he has warmed and become more understanding of others' feelings.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
Likes being hugged but wont initiate.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
Takes a loooooong time. You would probably have to say it first.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
He’s not really a jealous guy, but can become a little sulky on the rare occation.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
By the time he’s comfortable enough to do this he is soft af! Forehead kissed all the way!
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
He loves kids! and loves being their favorite too. Takes pride in knowing exactly when to make ‘bunny go hop hop’ to Pan
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
He’s an early riser so normally spend meditating outside.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
Curled up with a blanket and a nice book.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
He waits a while and reveals things slowly.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
He isn’t angered super easily, but its so easy to make this guy grumpy.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
He remembers everything to the point where it sometimes feels like he knows more about you than you do!
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
The moment that he realised he could be himself around you. When he realised just how patient you were with him and that you didn’t expect him to behave in anyway that would make in uncomfortable.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
Incredibly protecting. Doesn’t like the idea of you protecting him though, as it puts you at risk.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
This guy has litterally no clue what he’s doing. But if he thinks it would make you happy, he will do above and beyond.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
He can be incredibly stubborn. If he thinks he is right, there's not changing his mind
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
Not concerned at all. He knows he stands out from others but he doesn’t let it botherhim.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
He’s had years of being completely independent so that wouldn't change the minute you enter his life. But he does feel that life is a little kinder with you in it.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
He gets flustered really easily. All you have to do is tell him he looks cute and you’ll see a purple blush spread across his cheeks.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
He does not like PDA, be it with a partner or seeing other couples. Turns his stomach a little
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
Very minimal sleep and a very like sleeper. He is constantly on alert.
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Alvin Ailey born on January 5th 1931, in Rogers, Texas, at the height of the Great Depression in the violently racist and segregated south, during his youth Ailey was barred from interacting with mainstream society. Abandoned by his father when he was three months old, Ailey and his mother were forced to work in cotton fields and as domestics in white homes—the only employment available to them. As an escape, Ailey found refuge in the church, sneaking out at night to watch adults dance, and in writing a journal, a practice that he maintained his entire life. Even this could not shield him from a shiftless childhood spent moving from town to town as his mother sought employment, being abandoned with relatives whenever she took off on her own, or watching her get raped at the hands of a white man when he was five years old.
Looking for greater job prospects, Ailey’s mother departed for Los Angeles in 1941. He arrived a year later, enrolling at George Washington Carver Junior High School, and then graduating into Thomas Jefferson High School. In 1946 he had his first experience with concert dance when he saw the Katherine Dunham Dance Company and Ballet Russe de Monte Carlo perform at the Los Angeles Philharmonic Auditorium. This awakened an until then unknown spark of joy within him, though he did not become serious about dance until 1949 when his classmate and friend Carmen De Lavallade dragged him to the Melrose Avenue studio of Lester Horton.
Ailey studied a wide range of dance styles and techniques—from ballet to Native American inspired movement studies—at Horton’s school, which was one of the first racially integrated dance schools in the United States. Though Horton became his mentor, Ailey did not commit to dancing full-time; instead he pursued academic courses, studying romance languages and writing at UCLA. He continued these studies at San Francisco State in 1951. Living in San Francisco he met Maya Angelou, then known as Marguerite Johnson, with whom he formed a nightclub act called “Al and Rita”. Eventually, he returned to study dance with Horton in Los Angeles.
He joined Horton’s dance company in 1953, making his debut in Horton’s Revue Le Bal Caribe. Horton died suddenly that same year in November from a heart attack, leaving the company without leadership. In order to complete the organization’s pressing professional engagements, and because no one else was willing to, Ailey took over as artistic director and choreographer.
In 1954 De Lavallade and Ailey were recruited by Herbert Ross to join the Broadway show, House of Flowers. Ross had been hired to replace George Balanchine as the show’s choreographer and he wanted to use the pair, who had become known as a famous dance team in Los Angeles, as featured dancers. The show’s book was written and adapted by Truman Capote from one of his novellas with music from Harold Arlen and starred Pearl Bailey and Diahann Carroll. Ailey and De Lavallade met Geoffrey Holder, who performed alongside them in the chorus, during the production. Holder married De Lavallade and became a life-long artistic collaborator with Ailey. After House of Flowers closed, Ailey appeared in Harry Belafonte’s touring revue Sing, Man, Sing with Mary Hinkson as his dance partner, and the 1957 Broadway musical Jamaica, which starred Lena Horne and Ricardo Montalbán. Drawn to dance, but unable to find a choreographer whose work fulfilled him, Ailey started gathering dancers to perform his own unique vision of dance.
Alvin Ailey, a.k.a. Alvin Ailey Jr., founded the Alvin Ailey American Dance Theater (AAADT). He created AAADT and its affiliated Ailey School as havens for nurturing black artists and expressing the universality of the African-American experience through dance. His work fused theatre, modern dance, ballet, and jazz with black vernacular, creating hope-fueled choreography that continues to spread global awareness of black life in America. Ailey’s choreographic masterpiece Revelations is recognized as one of the most popular and most performed ballets in the world. In this work he blended primitive, modern and jazz elements of dance with a concern for black rural America. On July 15, 2008, the United States Congress passed a resolution designating AAADT a “vital American cultural ambassador to the World.” That same year, in recognition of AAADT’s 50th anniversary, then Mayor Michael Bloomberg declared December 4 “Alvin Ailey Day” in New York City while then Governor David Paterson honoured the organization on behalf of New York State.
Ailey loathed the label “black choreographer” and preferred being known simply as a choreographer. He was notoriously private about his life. Though gay, he kept his romantic affairs in the closet. Following the death of his friend Joyce Trisler, a failed relationship, and bouts of heavy drinking and cocaine use, Ailey suffered a mental breakdown in 1980. He was diagnosed as manic depressive, known today as bipolar disorder. During his rehabilitation, Judith Jamison served as co-director of AAADT.
Ailey died from an AIDS related illness on December 1, 1989, at the age of 58. He asked his doctor to announce that his death was caused by terminal blood dyscrasia in order to shield his mother from the stigma associated with HIV/AIDS.
Choreography
Cinco Latinos, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, Kaufmann Concert Hall, New York City, 1958.
Blues Suite (also see below), Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, Kaufmann Concert Hall, 1958.
Revelations, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, Kaufmann ConcertHall, 1960
Three for Now, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, Clark Center, New York City, 1960.
Knoxville: Summer of 1915, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, Clark Center, 1960.
(With Carmen De Lavallade) Roots of the Blues, Lewisohn Stadium, New York City, 1961.
Hermit Songs, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, Library of Congress, Washington, D.C., 1963.
Ariadne, Harkness Ballet, Opera Comique, Paris, 1965.
Macumba, Harkness Ballet, Gran Teatro del Liceo, Barcelona, Spain,1966, then produced as Yemanja, Chicago Opera House, 1967.
Quintet, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, Church Hill Theatre, Edinburgh Festival, Scotland, 1968, then Billy Rose Theatre, New York City, 1969.
Masekela Langage, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, American Dance Festival, New London, Connecticut, 1969, then Brooklyn Academy of Music, New York City, 1969.
Streams, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, Brooklyn Academy of Music, 1970.
Gymnopedies, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, Brooklyn Academy of Music, 1970.
The River, American Ballet Theatre, New York State Theater, 1970.
Flowers, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, ANTA Theatre, 1971.
Myth, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, New York City Center, 1971.
Choral Dances, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, New York City Center, 1971.
Cry, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, New York City Center, 1971.
Mingus Dances, Robert Joffrey Company, New York City Center, 1971.
Mary Lou’s Mass, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, New York City Center, 1971.
Song for You, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, New York City Center, 1972.
The Lark Ascending, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, New York City Center, 1972.
Love Songs, Alvin Ailey City Center Dance Theater, New York City Center, 1972.
Shaken Angels, 10th New York Dance Festival, Delacorte Theatre, New York City, 1972.
Sea Change, American Ballet Theatre, Kennedy Center Opera House, Washington, D.C., 1972, then New York City Center, 1973.
Hidden Rites, Alvin Ailey City Center Dance Theater, New York City Center, 1973.
Archipelago, 1971,
The Mooche, 1975,
Night Creature, 1975,
Pas de “Duke”, 1976,
Memoria, 1979,
Phases, 1980
Landscape, 1981.
Stage
Acting and dancing
(Broadway debut) House of Flowers, Alvin Theatre, New York City, 1954 – Actor and dancer.
The Carefree Tree, 1955 – Actor and dancer.
Sing, Man, Sing, 1956 – Actor and dancer.
Show Boat, Marine Theatre, Jones Beach, New York, 1957 – Actor and dancer.
Jamaica, Imperial Theatre, New York City, 1957 – Actor and lead dance.
Call Me By My Rightful Name, One Sheridan Square Theatre, 1961 – Paul.
Ding Dong Bell, Westport Country Playhouse, 1961 – Negro Political Leader.
Blackstone Boulevard, Talking to You, produced as double-bill in 2 by Saroyan, East End Theatre, New York City, 1961-62.
Tiger, Tiger, Burning Bright, Booth Theatre, 1962 – Clarence Morris.
Stage choreography
Carmen Jones, Theatre in the Park, 1959.
Jamaica, Music Circus, Lambertville, New Jersey, 1959.
Dark of the Moon, Lenox Hill Playhouse, 1960.
(And director) African Holiday (musical), Apollo Theatre, New York City, 1960, then produced at Howard Theatre, Washington, D.C., 1960.
Feast of Ashes (ballet), Robert Joffrey Company, Teatro San Carlos, Lisbon, Portugal, 1962, then produced at New York City Center, 1971.
Antony and Cleopatra (opera), Metropolitan Opera House, Lincoln Center, New York City, 1966.
La Strada, first produced at Lunt-Fontanne Theatre, 1969.
Leonard Bernstein’s Mass, Metropolitan Opera House, 1972, then John F. Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts, Washington, D.C., and Philadelphia Academy of Music, both 1972.
Carmen, Metropolitan Opera, 1972.
Choreographed ballet, Lord Byron (opera; also see below), Juilliard School of Music, New York City, 1972.
Four Saints in Three Acts, Piccolo Met, New York City, 1973.
Director
(With William Hairston) Jerico-Jim Crow, The Sanctuary, New York City, 1964, then Greenwich Mews Theatre, 1968.
In 1968 Ailey was awarded the Guggenheim Fellowship for Creative Arts, US & Canada. In 1977 he received the Spingarn Medal from the NAACP. He received the Kennedy Center Honors in 1988, was inducted into the National Museum of Dance and Hall of Fame in 1992, inducted into the Legacy Walk in 2012, and posthumously received the Presidential Medal of Freedom from President Barack Obama in 2014.
In August 2019, Ailey was one of the honorees inducted in the Rainbow Honor Walk, a walk of fame in San Francisco’s Castro neighborhood noting LGBTQ people who have “made significant contributions in their fields.”
A crater on Mercury was named in his honor in 2012.
Daily inspiration. Discover more photos at http://justforbooks.tumblr.com
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Am I the only one who likes reading and writing domestic, ordinary, slice-of-life stories involving fandoms and characters that are anything but routine fluff-centric muses? Because I’m writing a ton of that right now and I wonder if it’ll turn people off, since DB, DBZ and DBS are all about the wacky action and powe ups 😅
I just can’t help it though! I want Piccolo and my OC to have domestic bliss!!!
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Life With You: XXVI
Part Twenty-Six:
Making Up
Goku opened his eyes to a dark room. He didn’t know the time but he knew he was late. He was always late. He sat up and stretched. He scratched his head as he shook off the last vestiges of sleep. Fighting off a yawn, Goku stood up, folded his blankets and stuffed them in the closet. He picked his pillow off the floor and placed it on his empty side of the bed.
ChiChi didn’t want Gohan thinking things were bad between them and even though their child rarely entered their room, she didn’t want to risk Gohan seeing anything so Goku hid he slept on the floor while ChiChi slept in bed.
Not only ChiChi kept him out of their bed, she forbid him from touching her unless absolutely necessary. Goku leaned forward and placed a kiss on ChiChi’s forehead. This wasn’t absolutely necessary but what ChiChi didn’t know, didn’t hurt her.
It’s been five weeks now. ChiChi should’ve been healed two weeks ago. When Goku came by to pick up the senzu beans three weeks after the incident, Korin told him Yajirobe ate them all but promised more will be ready the next week. Goku came by again to learn Yajirobe ate those beans, too. Now going into week five, Goku made sure this time Yajirobe wouldn’t eat the senzu beans before he got some for ChiChi.
Goku was getting tired of this. He knew as long as ChiChi was hurt, he was not welcomed in bed. He understood ChiChi’s feelings but he wanted to sleep in his bed. He wanted to share the bed with his wife. He wanted to make love to his wife.
When he was dead, he was too focused on reaching King Kai’s place and training to have these feelings. In the hospital, ChiChi provided temporary relief and on Yardrat, he distracted himself with training. His control was waning fast but the knowledge he was going home kept his urges at bay. Now it was sheer torture seeing ChiChi every day and not being allowed to touch her the way he wanted.
Dropping a kiss on ChiChi’s cheek, Goku left the room. Goku exercised for an hour outside with Piccolo looking on and shaking his head occasionally. When he finished, Goku hunted a fish in a nearby lake. While that cooked outside, Goku entered his home. ChiChi and Gohan were awake and waiting for him in the kitchen. While ChiChi drunk her tea, Gohan read his schoolbook, Goku cleaned his hands, put on ChiChi’s apron and started breakfast.
Goku was climbing an uphill battle working his way back in ChiChi’s good graces. The first step: get a new home. Gyu-Mao was true to his word in financing the purchase of a new home. Just as they did while engaged, Goku, ChiChi and now Gohan visited a capsule store for one. This new home was bigger and had more space in the kitchen and the living room area which pleased ChiChi. It also had a second floor where both bedrooms were.
Goku’s second step in getting ChiChi’s forgiveness: take over ChiChi’s responsibilities for the house. The first days of her accident, Gohan and Goku took care of the cooking and cleaning but once the family settle into their new home, ChiChi told Goku he will be responsible for everything.
“It’s your fault I’m hurt so you should be responsible in doing all my housework until I’m heal. Gohan is a child and since I have to take him out of school for three years so he can train to fight these Cyborgs, the least he can do is schoolwork until he has to start training.”
So, until the senzu beans were ready, Goku prepared breakfast, lunch and dinner for his family. Last time Goku did any domestic work, Gohan was a baby. Times were happier then. He volunteered to help with cooking and cleaning since ChiChi was overwhelmed with Gohan. Now Goku felt as if he was walking on egg shells around ChiChi every time he spilled food on the floor, broke or damaged a dish. It always meant more work for him so he tried to be as neat as possible.
After cleaning the breakfast dishes, Goku and ChiChi returned to their room where Goku cleaned up himself and ChiChi. It would be a fun experience but ChiChi wasn’t in the mood to play around. After ChiChi’s bandaged arm was carefully wrapped and protected, she would stand in the shower with Goku as he clean them. Sometimes it took longer when Goku washed her hair. After they showered and dressed, ChiChi sat in a chair while Goku brushed and styled her hair.
Afterwards, Goku cleaned the house, sweeping and mopping floors, washing the windows, before breaking to start lunch. After lunch, Goku did the laundry: sorting clothes for the washer and washing some by hand, folding and putting them away before starting dinner. After dinner, the family spent time together talking of their time apart and playing family games before going to sleep and starting the day over again.
ChiChi didn’t speak to Goku unless she had to. Even alone in their room, ChiChi didn’t say anything even though he knew while he laid on the floor and she in bed, she was awake. Goku knew he screwed things up badly but now he wondered if he permanently ruined things between them.
So, he was surprised while brushing ChiChi’s hair before bed, ChiChi initiated a conversation with him.
“We have to see Dr. Barkley tomorrow.”
Goku parted her hair in half and gently brushed. “She needs to look at your arm again?” They visited the doctor last week. “Tomorrow, I’ll visit Korin to see if the senzu beans are ready.”
ChiChi rolled her eyes. “Goku, it’s been five weeks. By the time those beans are ready, my arm will be healed.”
“They’ll be ready tomorrow.” Goku placed the brush down and began braiding ChiChi’s hair. “I made sure of it.”
ChiChi wasn’t sure what that meant and at the moment, she didn’t care. “Goku, the visit is for you. When Dr. Barkley questioned what happened to me, I told her but I also told her what will happen to you. I wanted her to examine you in hopes of preventing you from catching the heart virus but her specialty isn’t in cardiology. She promised to find a heart doctor we can trust. She’s found one. He has a clinic in East City.”
“East City? Ain’t that city destroyed?”
“They’ve been rebuilding since the destruction. Gohan and I visited a few months ago.”
“Ohhh.” Finished braiding, Goku brushed the other half of ChiChi’s hair. Goku didn’t object to seeing a doctor about his heart since he was curious about the virus, too. He had the medicine but if there was a way to prevent him getting sick, Goku wanted to know what he can do.
“His name is Dr. Sims. He wants to give you a complete physical.” Goku groaned behind her. ChiChi knew Goku hated that. He complained a lot during his first one years ago. “It’s for your own good, Goku. I’ll be there and I’ll hold your hand if he has to give you a shot. Oh,” she gasped feeling Goku’s arms wrap around her. He gently pressed her body against his. “Goku, what are you doing?”
“Thank you. You still care for me.”
“What?”
Goku released her and resumed brushing her hair again. “You wouldn’t want me to get an exam or find a way to prevent me from getting this heart virus if you didn’t care.” He put the brush down and started braiding her hair. “I’m okay with you being angry with me now I know you still care about me.”
“Of course I care about you, Goku. Why do you think I don’t?”
“You don’t speak to me unless you have to. You don’t want me touching you unless I have to. You don’t look at me when we eat or when we spend time with Gohan after dinner. I thought you didn’t care about me anymore because I screwed things up so badly.”
So he thought her silence was solely at him? On some level, ChiChi understood why Goku thought that but she had hoped Goku would understand there was more to it. Obviously wrong, ChiChi explained herself. “When I married you, I knew it wouldn’t be easy. I had to teach you everything. I knew it will be hard and I knew I had to make sacrifices but I was fine with that because I knew a marriage, a good marriage is hard work and it was worth it. We raised a beautiful child and had five wonderful years together. All the hard work and frustrations were worth it.
“Then your reunion happen and everything was turned upside down. Plans for a second child was put on hold. Our family’s entire life was put on hold. Not once but twice with you gone another year. The second year you’re gone, I told myself to keep faith, to believe you will come back to Gohan and me. I told myself things will be normal one day. Gohan started school again, and I thought when you return, you’ll have gotten all that fighting out of you; you’ll get a more lucrative job to care for us and we’ll try to have another child. We’ll go back to being that happy family we were before that awful reunion.”
ChiChi rubbed her eyes, trying to hold back her tears. “Now that won’t happen. You’re back only to prepare for another fight where you can die again to these Artificial Humans or that virus. We have to hold off having another child again. Our lives are put on hold and I’m at risk of losing everything again!” The dam broke and the tears flooded from her eyes. “I’m tired of this! Why is it always us?! If I lose you and Gohan, I won’t have anything. But I’m the bad person,” she angrily spat. “I’m the selfish person because I’m tired it’s always my husband and now our son putting their lives on the line for billions. I’m the bad person because I want you safe; I’m bad because I don’t want you or our son to die…. I don’t want you,” her voice shook, “I can’t live if I lose…..” ChiChi buried her face in her hands sobbing heavily.
Goku witnessed ChiChi cry before but she never broke down like this. Goku touched ChiChi’s shoulders. “You’re not a bad person, ChiChi. Why do you think that?”
ChiChi shoved his hands off her as she faced him. “It’s not what I think. It’s what you think! You waited until I asked you why Piccolo was outside. You didn’t even tell me he was out there until I confronted you just like your friends two years ago!”
“It happened so fast,” Goku excused himself. “I just got home after being away for two years and I knew you were angry at me. Gohan told me what my friends said and what Gyu-Mao wanted you to do. I couldn’t tell you right now.”
ChiChi didn’t accept his excuse. “You couldn’t tell me about the future but you had no problem inviting Piccolo to live with us for three years without talking to me! This is my home, too, and you had no right to make a decision like that without talking to me first!”
“I didn’t think it was a problem. I thought you like Piccolo like Gohan and I do now.”
His words were insane. “Like the person that took my son away from me for a year? Like the person who nearly beaten you to death seven years ago and finally succeeded in killing you? Why would I like him?!”
“Piccolo’s different now. You know he gave his life for Gohan against Vegeta and Nappa. He saved both our lives on Namek. Didn’t Gohan tell you what Piccolo did for us on Namek?”
“With his constant nightmares, I didn’t force Gohan to say more than he wanted about what happened on Namek. I really don’t know much,” ChiChi admitted. “When Gohan started getting better, I didn’t bring up Namek. Gohan seem happier when he didn’t have to think about Namek.”
“Oh.” That explained why ChiChi was still hostile to Piccolo. She refused to allow him to set foot in their home.
“Goku, if I hadn’t noticed Piccolo, how long would it have been before you told me about the future?”
Goku shrugged. That was a tough question. “Later. Maybe the next day. I knew you would be upset but I wanted time to tell you.”
ChiChi shook her head disgusted. He was just like them. “You’re just like your friends; leaving me in the dark; keeping important stuff from me while everyone else knows the truth on what’s happening to my family!”
“Don’t….” Goku warned her. “Don’t compare me to them.” Goku touched ChiChi but she pushed him away with her good arm.
ChiChi turned away from him leaving Goku to stare at the back of ChiChi. Her shoulders shook as she cried again. ChiChi told him to not touch her but Goku knew ChiChi needed him to hold her like he needed her now. Goku wrapped his arms around ChiChi and pulled her against his chest. She immediately struggled, “I said don’t to—“
“That’s enough!” Goku snapped at her. “You need this! So be quiet and listen!” ChiChi stopped struggling against him. The only sounds in the room were her soft sobs. His lips touched the back of her head as he inhaled her sweet scent. “Don’t you think I feel the same as you, ChiChi?” He closed his eyes as he leaned his head against hers; her tears were like a knife to his heart.
“When I was on Yardrat, I decided I was done fighting to protect everyone. I wanted to come home to you and Gohan. I was gonna keep training but for fun with Piccolo or Vegeta if he was still here. Now I saw his potential, I wanted to train Gohan. I knew you wouldn’t like it but I knew I could convince you Gohan can study and train. I wanted to try having another baby my first day back. I wanted things, too, ChiChi, but when Trunks told me what will happen, I realized I have to be the hero a little longer.”
ChiChi’s tears had stopped during Goku’s discourse. She wanted to cry again knowing Goku felt like her. “It’s not fair, Goku. We’re forced to keep putting things off for us. What if we never get time for us? What if we never have another baby? What if we never get back to the life we had?”
Goku had some hard truths for ChiChi. ChiChi was still idealistic, even more than him at times, but he knew from losing his grandpa how things can never go back to what they were. “We can’t go back to that life, ChiChi. I thought we could but we can’t. That life died when I died. This…. me fighting to protect our future is the life we have now.”
“I don’t want this,” ChiChi whispered. “I want our other life; our happier one.”
“It’s gone,” he told her. “But it doesn’t mean the life we have now can’t be a happy one.”
Maybe but it’s not what ChiChi wanted. “Let me go. I…..I want to go to sleep.”
Goku released ChiChi. She got in bed while Goku tucked her in. As Goku turned to his bed on the floor, ChiChi grabbed his hand. Their eyes locked. He saw sadness and longing in her eyes. “ChiChi?” In response, ChiChi released his hand but she never stopped looking at him. Goku leaned over ChiChi to give her a kiss good night. With a smile, he turned off the lights and joined his pillow and blanket on the floor. Before he fell asleep, he heard ChiChi’s soft sobs against her pillow.
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Goku and Gohan arrived at Gyu-Mao’s castle by teleportation. Staff at the castle were surprised to see Goku and even more surprised at how cool Gyu-Mao appeared with Goku. Goku kept his talk brief before disappearing and leaving with ChiChi on Nimbus to Dr. Sims in the newly renovated East City. Goku remembered coming to the city over the years alone with ChiChi and later with Gohan. Walking to Dr. Sims office from a nearby park Goku was amazed at the city’s turnaround from the barren wasteland he saw on TV over a year ago.
There were many skeletal buildings still in construction but a few completed ones. The population was smaller but there were people; most moving from other cities wanting to be part of the reconstruction including Dr. Sims.
When they entered Dr. Sims office, they were greeted by a friendlier Dr. Barkley. Dr. Barkley’s anger had cooled over what Goku did to ChiChi. Goku was grateful despite what he did, she really wanted to help them.
Dr. Sims was a tall, older man with salt and pepper hair. He had a friendly smile and a friendlier demeanor as he was excited to be studying someone of alien origin. Goku was still nervous but felt better ChiChi was with him; holding his hand and having Goku focus on her as Dr. Sims drew blood; being in the room with him as Goku went through every test Dr. Sims performed on Goku. During some of the physical tests, Goku held back but broke a few instruments anyway. The scans were easier as Goku laid down with a machine examining him from his head to his toes.
After two hours of testing, Dr. Sims needed time to study the results. Dr. Barkley stayed behind to assist. After calling her father to check on Gohan, Goku and ChiChi went to a restaurant to pick up several to go meals. Goku carried multiple bags to the newly opened park near Dr. Sims office.
Under the sun, sitting on a picnic blanket with food, with other families and couples in their separate spots, Goku and ChiChi looked like any other couple eating and people watching. One wouldn’t think they had problems in their marriage or worries for the future.
After eating their meals, ChiChi people watch while Goku laid on his back staring at the clouds in the sky. His thoughts surprisingly weren’t on his heart but of East City. It was smaller, different from the last time he was here. He knew to expect some differences since most of it was completely wiped out but it was still jarring to see how different the city is now from what he remembered.
“Gohan and I came here on the one year anniversary of the city’s destruction,” ChiChi casually spoke. “The news reported progress in the city; how many moved here from other cities to rebuild. Thankfully, no one figured out what really happened.”
Last time he saw Aki, Aki told him the news reported East City was destroyed by meteors. Survivors of the destruction lived on the outskirts of the city. There were reports of something in the sky. Though it didn’t bother Goku if it led back to him, Aki told him it was a good thing people believed meteors destroyed the city and not aliens.
Several times Goku heard what Vegeta and Nappa did to East City, saw pieces of the destruction on TV but it wasn’t until he was here it hit him how bad it was; how even after a year of the city’s destruction, the effects still lingered. This park he came here with Gohan and ChiChi three years ago was smaller. The lake that was the epicenter and main attraction of the park was gone.
“All this building reminds me of the time we went to King Furry’s home.”
“I remember,” ChiChi smiled fondly at the memory. “That was the day we learned I might be pregnant with Gohan.”
“We should’ve brought Gohan with us.” Goku rolled on his side. “Maybe that jungle gym is still here. He liked that.” ChiChi shook her head, letting him know it wasn’t. “Why didn’t they rebuild it or the lake?” Goku asked. “Gohan loved feeding the ducks there.”
“They rebuilt the lake but it’s smaller. Since the lake was completely evaporated, the only water there is a manmade memorial fountain that surrounds the memorial where the lake and jungle gym used to be.”
“Memorial?” Goku repeated.
“Memorial of all the people who died when Vegeta and Nappa arrived.” ChiChi pushed herself to her feet. “We should see it. There’s…..” ChiChi suddenly looked distraught. “There’s something I need to show you.”
Goku followed very curious why ChiChi wanted to show him the memorial. When they arrived, it hit him again how disastrous Vegeta and Nappa’s attack was. At the entrance of the memorial there were statues of people in grief; statues of people pointing upward at the supposed meteors that destroyed the city. On one wall, an artist created a mural of the city seconds before its destruction. There was a memorial pool in the center as ChiChi said. Little children stuck their hands in the water, giggling at how water spurted from the fountain. Looking away from the children, Goku noticed marbled walls all around the memorial with people looking and touching. Stepping to one, Goku realized what the people were looking at.
Names. Names of the dead. There were so many one wall; maybe thousands.
Goku put his hand on a wall, feeling the names etched in the marble. “All these people were killed by Vegeta and Nappa.”
ChiChi took Goku’s hand and led him to one specific wall. “When I came here with Gohan, I started remembering people we met like that teenager who gave Gohan his hat after it was knocked off by the wind and…..” ChiChi placed her hand on the wall. “People we knew.”
Goku frowned at ChiChi. Sure they met people when they came to this city but he didn’t recall knowing anyone by name. “We don’t know anyone here.” His eyes followed where ChiChi’s hand were on the wall. He read the name her index finger pointed to. “Paz.” It’s been years but he knew that name. “That shop we went to when we needed food. His mother knew Grandpa and me as a baby. Are you sure it’s him?”
“I double checked. Pictures of the victims were posted so family outside the city could check if their family members did die.” She sighed. “His whole family is gone.”
As Goku reached for a sandwich, ChiChi sweetened Goku’s tea with honey. “Goku and I thank you for giving us a moment of your time.” She pushed Goku’s cup to him and sweetened her tea next. Instead of sitting with them, ChiChi noticed Paz going to a box resting on a sofa. “How is it your Mom knew Goku as a baby?”
“I grew up in these mountains but I wanted more out of life,” Paz explained as he flipped through the box’s contents. “I moved to East City for college and didn’t look back. After Dad died twenty years ago, I tried to convince Mom to move in with me and my family but she liked living out here and running the shop she and Dad opened together.” Paz smiled as he found what he was looking for. He returned to the table and placed a photo in front of Goku. “Your grandpa came to my Mom’s shop.”
Goku’s fingers touched the names etched into the wall. Each name had a number indicating their age. “Paz. His entire family is gone.” Goku’s hand dropped from the wall. “Damn. I didn’t know. I forgot he lived here.” As Goku thought of a solution to this problem, he cursed again. “Damn. They can’t be wish back. It’s been too long.”
“Too long?” ChiChi repeated. “What do you mean?”
“Everyone killed in East City has been dead for over a year. That’s past the dragon balls’ limits.”
ChiChi vaguely recalled Goku telling her about the limits of the dragon balls. It was something Mr. Popo told him. “And none of us even thought of using the Namek dragon balls.”
“That won’t work.” If it did, Goku would be trying to locate the new planet the Nameks live on now. “The Namek dragon balls can only wish back one person at a time.” Goku’s hand touched the wall again. His fingers touched the names of all seven members of Paz’s family. He was father and grandfather and died with his wife, three adult children and two grandchildren with the youngest being one.
“This is my fault.” Goku stepped away from the wall. He looked around seeing people touching the walls, reading the dead names of thousands. “If I wasn’t late, this wouldn’t have happened.”
ChiChi touched Goku’s face with her good hand. “This isn’t your fault, Goku. You are not the protector of everyone. You’re just a man… my husband who can protect everyone but shouldn’t be burdened to.”
Maybe he shouldn’t but he was. “What happened here, I won’t let happen to any other city on Earth, ChiChi.” He gripped his hands making a promise to himself. “I won’t allow it.”
ChiChi and Gohan can be part of something like this if I die. They probably are in Trunks’ future. I can’t die to that heart virus. I won’t.
When Goku and ChiChi returned to Dr. Sims office, ChiChi tried to read Dr. Sims and Dr. Barkley expressions but both appeared neutral as she and Goku sat across from Dr. Sims at his desk. Dr. Barkley sat on the windowsill behind Dr. Sims.
“I will caution that with Goku being an alien everything may not have picked up on the instruments and machines I use,” Dr. Sims wanted to warn them. “That said, Goku appears in good health. His arteries are clear, there’s nothing unusual in his blood and his heart is strong. There’s nothing wrong with him.”
“But he’s expected to get this virus within a year,” ChiChi told him. “If you don’t see anything wrong now, is there anything we can do to prevent Goku from getting sick?”
Dr. Sims was blunt. “This virus hasn’t made the news yet. There hasn’t been any strange deaths or anyone falling sick. Until patient zero arrives, there’s nothing we can do. We can’t counteract something we haven’t encountered.”
“So,” ChiChi was crestfallen, “we just let Goku get sick? There’s nothing we can do?”
“Keeping the body healthy with the right foods and exercise is all I can recommend at this time. I suggest checkups every two months to monitor Goku’s heart but the moment Goku feels different, come to me. We want to catch this early. We don’t want to be too late on this.” Dr. Sims handed Goku the medicine he received from Trunks. “The ingredients are very potent. With that combination, it must be vital Goku takes his medication as soon as he feels ill.”
Goku handed the medication to ChiChi who placed it in her purse. “What happens if he doesn’t?”
“If taken early, Goku should be conscious throughout recovery but bedrest is strongly recommended. Goku, you cannot do any strenuous activities when you suffer from this heart virus. It will speed up the virus attack on your heart.”
Keeping Goku still will be a handful but ChiChi was a determined woman. “I’ll make sure Goku stays in bed while he recovers but I know my husband. If you tell him not to do something, even for his own health, he will do it to know the consequences. So what happens if he doesn’t take the medication early and the virus spreads?”
Dr. Sims didn’t like what ChiChi told him but Dr. Barkley did warn him. “If he doesn’t take the medication as soon as the symptoms appear or he does something that puts more pressure on his heart, it will take more time for the medication to work. The medicine is potent enough to put him in a deep sleep for as long as ten days.”
“Ten days of sleep?” Goku whined. “Oh, I’m gonna be so weak.”
“Weak but still alive, Goku,” Dr. Sims reminded him. “And even after your heart has healed from this virus, I want to examine you to see if there are any side effects on your heart. Even if there are no side effects, you still have to rest for at least another two weeks.”
“Two weeks?” Goku complained again. “So I won’t be doing any martial arts for almost a month?”
“This is your heart, Goku. If it’s damaged, it affects your whole body and that will affect how you live the rest of your life. If you’re not careful, you can have irreversible damage on your heart. As a precautionary measure, if Goku is in a deep sleep for ten days, I’ll put in orders for medicinal shots to be given to Goku so he doesn’t starve or dehydrate.”
More shots? The very thought of it made him tremble. On top of what Dr. Sims warned what could happen to him left Goku frustrated. No training for a month? Goku couldn’t go two days without exercise and this doctor wanted him to rest for almost a month? He couldn’t rest in the hospital. As soon as he could move, he exercised much to ChiChi and the hospital staff’s annoyance.
On the way home, Goku didn’t know how he will make it a month without exercise while ChiChi worried about his heart and what the heart virus will do to him. Once home, Goku suddenly disappeared using that teleportation trick he learned on Yardrat. With him gone, ChiChi went to their room to put the medicine away in a small storage box she purchased.
ChiChi hated that despite all the testing there wasn’t a way to prevent Goku from getting sick and the heart virus will strike Goku no matter what. The idea of her husband being sick; the idea of him being incapacitated broke her heart. She didn’t want that for Goku. He suffered enough in his life. She didn’t want him to suffer anymore.
Which led ChiChi to think of their problems. For five weeks, she was stuck in this cast and for five weeks Goku has been home, taking care of the cooking and all her housework. He was sloppy and messy spilling food and breaking dishes but over the weeks, he got better with the cooking, cleaning and laundry. He spent all his free time catching up with her and Gohan. Despite the urgency to prepare for fighting the artificial humans in three years, Goku stayed home to care for her, their house and spend time with her and Gohan. She knew that irritated Piccolo for she saw him yelling at Goku everyday about them not training.
ChiChi knew Goku wanted to train but her injured arm held him back. He was doing all this for her. In return, she kept her distance. She only spoke when necessary, only let him touch her when necessary. She didn’t think he understood what they were losing but that talk last night convinced her he understood. He had dreams and plans for the family, too, but the grim future changed all of that.
Like Goku said they can’t go back to what they had but they can be happy together if they were willing to try.
She was willing to try.
Goku suddenly appeared, startling ChiChi. ChiChi put a hand on her racing heart. “Goku, you have to stop doing that. I’m not used to you appearing and disappearing like a magician!”
Goku shoved a bag in her face. “The senzu beans are ready! I got them before Yajirobe ate them.”
“Oh…” ChiChi stared at the bag. “How did you stop him this time?”
Goku handed ChiChi a senzu bean. “Dump him a thousand miles away from Korin’s Tower and took any capsules he had so he walked back.” ChiChi’s mouth fell open. “He wouldn’t stop eating them. I had to get him away from Korin’s Tower, ChiChi.”
ChiChi put the bean in her mouth and chewed it. Her body pumped with energy. The ache in her arm disappeared. She unwrapped the bandages pleased her arm had finally healed. “Finally. I can do things again; clean my house; cook for my family.”
“Yep,” Goku grinned. “It also means me and Gohan can start our training with Piccolo.”
The joy of being well again quickly deflated in her like a popped balloon. There will be nothing to keep Goku from leaving the house every day to train with Piccolo and Gohan. It’s for our future ChiChi told herself. Maybe but she knew she will cry when Goku and Gohan leave.
“The man who gave you the antidote to the heart virus,” ChiChi changed the topic, “Who is he?” It occurred to her in all this time she never asked about the person who gave Goku his medicine. She wanted to know about the man and if he is around in this time, thank him.
ChiChi never saw Trunks and with relations being strained with his friends and ChiChi, there was no chance of them meeting in three years where ChiChi could accidentally spill the secret. Still Goku worried about risking Trunks’ future. “He’s a young man. I guess 17, 18. He’s really strong. He defeated Freeza without breaking a sweat from what Gohan told me.”
“But you said he came twenty years from the future. If he’s as young as seventeen, that means he’s not born yet. Why did he come to the past to find you?”
“His mom told him about me. She thought if I live, there will be a timeline where the cyborgs are killed and Trunks can learn from me on how to defeat them.” With his friends, Goku kept up a positive demeanor fighting the cyborgs will not be a problem. Alone with ChiChi, Goku lowered his guard and share his concerns with the one he knew will understand. “I don’t know if I can defeat them, ChiChi. These things killed everyone. If they killed Vegeta and Gohan when both became Super Saiyans….I don’t know how much I can do unless I can reach a level beyond Super Saiyan.” Goku shrugged unsure, “And I don’t know if that exists.”
It was rare Goku showed doubt. ChiChi knew in front of anyone else, there will be panic. ChiChi knew from personal experience Goku’s friends couldn’t handle Goku showing doubt or fear. They needed to see him confident. Maybe it was a way for them to not be scared or panic because as long as Goku acted carefree and confident, they didn’t have to worry. Only she did because it was her husband risking his life and she had more to lose than them. With Goku showing doubt, it was up to her to pick him back up.
“You have three years. You know they’re coming. You’ll be ready.” ChiChi playfully jabbed his cheek. “You better because if you let Gohan die, I’ll kill you.”
Leave it to ChiChi to threaten him to get his act together. It worked. This was his ChiChi and he didn’t want her any other way. I wonder what my and Gohan’s death did to ChiChi in Trunks future. It probably killed her. “I couldn’t protect Gohan in Trunks’ timeline but I promise you, he won’t die in this one.”
“Trunks?” ChiChi reiterated the name. “That’s the name of the man who gave you the medicine. Who is his mother? Do you know her?”
Oh, boy, if ChiChi knew the truth…. “I promised I wouldn’t say who his parents are in case he won’t be born, ChiChi.”
Those words didn’t have the affect Goku wanted. It confused ChiChi and made her even more curious. “What does that mean?” When Goku didn’t answer, ChiChi said, “Do you know his parents? Have they met yet?”
Goku chuckled nervously. “They know each other,” his voice got higher as he spoke, “but they don’t know they’re gonna be parents. If they know, it might not happen.”
He spoke in riddles. ChiChi stared at him, thinking. Goku could see it on ChiChi’s face she was trying to figure out the mystery. Finally she gasped horrified! “Are Bulma and Vegeta Trunks’ parents?!”
Goku screamed and waved his hands frantically as if telling ChiChi to keep her voice down in case Bulma and Vegeta heard her. “Shh!! Don’t say it so loud! They might hear you!”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Goku! They’re hundreds of miles away!” Honestly, her husband can really try her patience with his innocence. “Is it true about Bulma and Vegeta?”
“Yeah,” Goku admitted, “but how did you figure it out?”
“His mother knows you and Bulma’s smart enough to build a machine to send someone back in time. If Yamcha and Bulma are his parents, you would’ve said it.” After a moment, she added, “And it makes sense.”
“It does?”
“I overheard Yamcha and Bulma arguing not long after he was wished back. Yamcha wasn’t happy with Vegeta living with Bulma and her family while he was dead. He accused her of being unfaithful.” ChiChi shrugged. “I guess he was right in his suspicions.”
Now he didn’t have to keep the secret to himself, Goku was very relieved. Piccolo didn’t want to talk to him about it. He was happy to share this with ChiChi. “It was a shock to me, too, but when I saw Bulma a few weeks ago, I noticed her staring at Vegeta funny. I guess she’s liked him for a while.”
ChiChi knew Goku left to talk to Bulma the morning after he returned from space but with everything that happened later with her father, getting settled in their new home, she forgot to ask what happened. “You never said what happened when you talked to Bulma.”
Goku forgot about it, too, since other matters took priority. “Well, you were right about Bulma having feelings for me.” He made a repulsed face. “Really strange, too. I never saw Bulma like that.”
“I was hoping to be wrong but it makes a lot of sense. What did you tell her?”
“I told her to stop being mean to you. She knows I never liked her like that.” He shrugged. “She’s not what I want.”
“I was never worried about you being faithful to me.” Things weren’t perfect but ChiChi was confident in Goku’s love for her. “I know I’ll always have your heart but it’s just weird and it will be awkward next time I see her. I know you talked to her but maybe I should, too; woman to woman to make things clear.”
Make things clear. It was deja vu for Goku. Gyu-Mao said something similar years ago about him and Kaifun. “It’s kind of the same with you and Kaifun. He likes you but I know you want me.”
“Kaifun?” Now ChiChi made a disgusted face. “It’s not the same. We’re not even friends anymore. You and Bulma are friends.”
“He still came to my house when I was gone.” Just thinking about Kaifun in his home, annoyed him. “After you promised to not be alone with him.”
“He came here to fix the hole in the ceiling that wouldn’t have been there if you came home.” She put her hand up stopping Goku from speaking. “I know why you couldn’t but don’t you dare get angry at me when I did nothing wrong.”
Arms crossed over Goku’s chest. He couldn’t get angry when it was his fault. ChiChi didn’t break her word since Gohan was home but the thought of that man in his home with his wife and child…. He had a strong urge to turn into a Super Saiyan and confront Kaifun. Maybe he’ll get the message then. “He angers me. I don’t like he wants you. You’re my wife. He should get his own.”
The anger in his voice and his eyes were startling. Goku didn’t anger easily. ChiChi touched his face with her newly healed hand. “You were like this during the full moon. Possessive. I guess Saiyans are protective of their spouses.” It was another thing she will have to get used to. “As for Kaifun, he got married while you were gone. Kaifun invited me and Gohan to his wedding but it didn’t seem right to go with all the drama with his grandmother so I didn’t.”
“Kaifun’s married?” It was a relief for it meant Kaifun wouldn’t bother ChiChi anymore but he wondered what woman would marry Kaifun.
“You missed out on a lot of things while you were gone.” ChiChi removed the ribbon from her hair and brushed it. She appreciated Goku taking care of the household while her arm was broken but her husband wasn’t the best cook. It wasn’t spoken but it was obvious her husband and son wanted her cooking again as soon as possible. “There’s enough time to cook a real feast. We can start with that wild boar in the refrigerator. So, while I’m cooking, pick up Gohan from Dad’s castle. Get a fish from the lake, too.” ChiChi put down the brush and pulled her hair up as she prepared to wrap it in a bun. Just as she wrapped a ribbon around her hair, Goku turned her around to him. With one hand on her hair and the other on the ribbon, ChiChi addressed Goku confused. “What?”
“Let’s catch up before I pick up Gohan.” Goku touched the edges of ChiChi’s dress and pushed the soft garment up her legs.
ChiChi stammered as she understood Goku’s implication. “W-w-we told Gohan we’ll get him after we return from the doctor.” She stepped away from him until the back of her legs touched the foot of the bed. Oh, no! Not here!
ChiChi moved away from the bed with Goku slowly following her with a playful gleam in his eyes. She’d seen that look from him before. Sometimes, when they were playful, ChiChi would pretend to run from him while he give chase. Well, she would actually run but Goku was so fast, it was never a fair chase. With his speed and strong sense of smell, he always caught her in a short time.
Just as ChiChi opened the door, Goku’s firm hand pressed hard on the door shutting it. “We will.” ChiChi turned to face him. Her cheeks were flushed and that excited Goku even more. His hand slipped up the skirt of her dress. “But let’s do one of those quick sands before I go.”
“Quickies, Goku,” ChiChi corrected him. “Hah,” she exhaled as Goku’s fingers reached between her legs. “Careful,” she told him. She’d be lying to herself if she said she didn’t want this but she was worried. As Goku leaned forward to kiss her, ChiChi immediately flinched when Goku touched her recently healed arm.
Her eyes went up to Goku’s kind eyes as his hand caressed her arm. He knew what bothered her. “Five weeks I’ve showered with you. Five weeks I’ve helped dress you. I even washed and styled your hair.”
That should be enough proof Goku had control of his strength and wouldn’t hurt her but ChiChi was still nervous. “Last time we had a dry spell, it was after Gohan was born. That was four months. I could handle it then but it’s been two years and you’re a lot stronger now. Just,” ChiChi pleaded, “take it slow.”
Slow? Goku grinned as his fingers moved slowly between her legs. “Like this?”
“That’s not….” ChiChi exhaled, “That’s not what I meant.”
He stopped moving but kept his fingers inside her. He cocked his head to one side looking completely innocent. “What do you mean?”
ChiChi glowered at him. That innocent look. Her sneaky husband exactly what she meant. “You know.”
Goku innocently shook his head. “No, I don’t.” He smiled slyly. “Could you…. show me?”
ChiChi chewed her lower lip. Those thick fingers wedged between her legs; touching her in places that longed for him with that blank innocent look on his face that he perfected. ChiChi grabbed a fistful of his shirt and yanked him to her face so close her breath fanned his skin. “Touch me the way I want or I’ll kill you.”
“Nngh!” ChiChi gasped as Goku lift her off the floor with his fingers wedged between legs. “Oh!” Initially, his fingers felt warm inside her. Now they were suddenly hot. Her back was firmly pressed against the door as Goku fondled her slowly as she quickly glistened his fingers. ChiChi slammed Goku’s lips against hers while she clenched around his fingers. His lips felt hot as did his body. Opening an eye, ChiChi noticed a strange blue aura around him. It should concern but since his thrusting fingers were making her feel so good, and his hot lips against hers made her body hot and needy, she ignored it.
After a moment a third finger entered her, then a fourth until ChiChi couldn’t take it anymore. She clenched around his fingers and muffled a long moan against his mouth. Goku removed his lips from hers and lowered her back to the floor. While ChiChi leaned against the door panting, Goku pulled his thick and leaking penis from his pants. The aura around him was gone. Or was there one at all she wondered. She was certain Goku glowed but now she wasn’t sure.
She also didn’t care as Goku lift her against the door and lined himself against her. His tip brushed against her moist entrance. After two years, she will finally feel this wonderful piece of man meat inside her.
“Mom? Dad? Are you home?”
Gohan?!
“Aw, damn! Again?” Goku whined.
Footsteps could be heard approaching the door. ChiChi slapped Goku’s shoulders frantically forcing him to lower her. While Goku struggled to hide his bulge in his pants, ChiChi pushed her dress down; her hands shaking as she smoothed the skirt of her dress. “Gohan,” she tried to sound normal. “Is that you?”
Gohan turned the knob of the door and opened it. He saw his father standing and grinning behind ChiChi’s chair by the window. Well, it was anyone’s chair to sit in but it was mainly ChiChi’s as Gohan often saw his mother sewing or knitting in that chair.
“Gohan!” ChiChi snapped. “What have I told you about entering before knocking? You know better than that!”
“Sorry,” Gohan apologized. He noticed his mother’s arm wasn’t in a bandage. “Your arm is healed.”
“Those senzu beans were finally ready. Why are you here?” ChiChi snapped. “Your father was gonna pick you up. Is Grandpa here?”
“No,” Gohan shook his head. Why was his mother mad? “Mr. Aki drove me home. When he stopped by at Grandpa’s to make some deliveries, he offered to take me home because he wants to talk to Dad.” Gohan looked at his father whose eyes suddenly widen. “Dad, Mr. Aki is in the kitchen. He’s waiting for you.”
“Right now?” his voice squeaked and his grip on the chair tightened. How could he move when he still had a hard on?
“Uh, Gohan,” ChiChi intervened. “Give your Dad and me a few minutes.” She looked at her husband for a moment. “I need to finish my….. talk with your Dad before I forget what I want to say.”
“Okay.” Gohan left and closed the door behind him. Gohan was only a few steps down the hall when he heard a mild groan coming from his parents’ bedroom. It sounded like his Dad was in pain. He stopped but turned around and continued down the hall. Talk. Gohan figured that ‘talk’ was actually Mom yelling at Dad. He wondered what Dad did this time to anger Mom.
When he entered the kitchen, Aki sat at the table with a glass of water. “Are your parents here?”
“Yes, but we have to wait. Mom’s mad at Dad about something. I think she wants to finish yelling at him before he can talk to you.”
“Oh.” Aki sipped more of his water. “Well, sometimes parents have to argue. It’s natural.”
A few moments later, a cheerful Goku entered the kitchen. “Hi, Aki! Wow. It’s been a while! How ya been?”
Aki laughed at the arrival of his friend. His cheerful friend seemed extra happy. “That’s my line. I heard you’ve been back….for five weeks.”
Goku rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. He knew it looked bad he’s been back all this time but hadn’t caught up with his friend from Gyu-Mao’s village. “I’ve been busy catching up with my family.”
“I understand. You guys haven’t really been together for two years.” He stood as ChiChi entered the room. “Hi, ChiChi.”
“Hello, Aki. What brings you here?”
“Well, I had to see for myself Goku is back,” he joked. “And collect on our agreement.”
“Agreement?” Goku frowned. “What agreement?”
“In the hospital.” His friend looked clueless again. “I told you we should have a barbecue when you get back. I have two big grills, plenty of charcoal, freezer full of hamburger meat, an awesome sound system in the backyard and a sweet, one year old baby girl that needs to meet her Uncle Goku.”
Last time they talked, Aki did tell him his wife was pregnant. It was mind blowing so much time passed, Aki’s daughter was born and now a year old.
“We can have a barbecue. When?”
“Today if possible,” Aki knew it was short noticed but he also knew if it didn’t happen soon, Goku will forget again. “Who knows when we can hang out again. It’ll take a couple hours to thaw the meat but everything else is set up.”
“We can bring some meat,” ChiChi offered knowing hamburgers will not be enough for her husband and son. “Goku can hunt a fish and we have that seasoned boar meat we were gonna have for tonight’s dinner.”
“Sounds good to me.” Aki looked at his watch. “How about you come in a couple hours?” Aki suggested. Goku looked at ChiChi who nodded her approval. “Great. I’ll see ya then.”
As soon as Aki’s car left their home, Goku headed for the door. “Guess I’ll hunt that fish. Wanna come with me, Gohan?”
“Sure, Dad.” Gohan wanted to go to the barbecue but his parents forgot something important. “What about Mr. Piccolo?”
“We can’t bring Piccolo, Gohan.” ChiChi wondered what her son was thinking. “He’ll scare Aki’s family.”
Gohan didn’t think so. Piccolo will grumble but he wouldn’t intentionally scare anyone. “Mr. Piccolo trains in the woods during the day. He doesn’t come back until nighttime. He’ll be confused if he comes home and we’re not here.”
ChiChi snorted. “As if I care what that monster thinks.”
“We’ll be back before Piccolo returns,” Goku brushed off Gohan’s concerns as he urged them outside. “Let’s get that fish and go to that barbecue. I’m starving.”
*********
The backyard of Aki’s home was a lively place. In the fenced yard, music played on Aki’s sound system, his one year old daughter, Kala, freely ran around as she was playfully chased by Gohan. ChiChi and Aki’s wife, Reia were in the kitchen preparing the fish and wild boar for the grill. Goku and Aki were outside keeping an eye on the children while they prepped Aki’s two large grills for all the food. After Aki loaded the fuel soaked charcoal, Goku lit the grill with a tiny burst of Ki from his hand.
Aki whistled impressed. “One of these days, you have to show me how to do that.” Aki handed Goku two plates of burgers and a package of buns while he grabbed a large food container of marinated vegetables. Having done this before. Goku placed the burgers and buns on one grill while Aki placed vegetables on the other. “I still can’t believe you escaped an exploding planet. That must’ve been scary as hell.” He shook his head. “Pfft! I would’ve been dead.”
“A lot of close calls but I wasn’t dying on that planet.”
“Yeah,” Aki put aside the empty container. While he moved the vegetables over the grill with his spatula, he observed Goku with the burgers and buns. “Family is a great motivator. The buns are ready,
Goku.” Goku grabbed an empty plate and loaded it with the burger buns. Aki stifled laughing at Goku wincing each time he picked up a hot bun. He checked on the kids and noticed Kala stumbling on the grass. She immediately cried. Gohan sat on the grass and pulled Kala on his lap and made goofy faces to the child until her tears turned to laughs.
Aki looked away from the children bonding to Goku flipping the burgers. “I go crazy missing Kala when I work all day. I can’t imagine how it was for you to miss Gohan and ChiChi for a year.”
“I trained a lot so I didn’t have to think about it.” Goku liked his friends Yamcha and Krillin but Aki was special. They didn’t train or fight but they definitely created a brotherly bond over the years. He couldn’t talk to Yamcha and Krillin like he could with Aki. “Thanks for checking in on Gohan and ChiChi for me.”
“No problem.” Aki pulled some of the vegetables off the grill. While the rest cooked, Aki quickly put together the meaty sandwiches. “I visited but ChiChi and Gohan had things under control. Especially Gohan. You got a very strong boy, Goku.”
Goku checked on Gohan. He was walking with Kala sitting on his shoulders. “He’s grown a lot and changed so much.”
“He’s not that shy boy anymore. Gohan!” Aki waved them over. “Burgers!” Aki stood with Goku holding three large burgers layered with meat, cheese and vegetables. “I got this.” Goku took his plate of sandwiches and sat down while Aki cleared the remaining burgers and vegetables from the grills. “You missed a lot but you can make up for it now.” When Gohan approached, Aki pointed to Gohan’s plate of burgers. Gohan placed Kala on her feet and she went straight to her father and wrapped her small arms around his left leg.
Watching Kala around her father, Goku smiled recalling how attached Gohan was to him when he was Kala’s age. He glanced at his son eating his burger. Gohan wasn’t as attached to him anymore. He didn’t hug him as much; he called him Dad now instead of Daddy. He missed that. He missed having a baby around. Now because of the future he and ChiChi have to wait.
ChiChi and Reia came out with large platters of fish and wild boar in their hands. “The first group of meats are ready to be cooked.” Reia put her platter on the table. “Are you sure we don’t have too much meat, ChiChi? With these and the ones in the house, we have enough to feed fifty people.”
ChiChi laughed as she placed fish on the grill. “With my husband and son, it’ll barely be enough.” She looked over at Goku nearly stopping at what she saw. Goku took Kala off Aki’s hands. He raised the child over his head smiling and making faces. Kala shrieked in giggles. Seeing him play with Kala, ChiChi could think of several moments catching Goku with Gohan, feeding him, crawling with him and even changing his diapers.
Goku howled in laugher. “She’s slobbering on my shirt.” He unbuttoned it and pulled it off, leaving himself in a tank white shirt. “Ow!” he said when Kala grabbed a fistful of Goku’s black hair.
Reia was amused at her daughter’s playfulness with Goku. “Kala’s usually shy around new people.”
“Goku’s always been good with babies.” Kala was a cute baby but ChiChi’s eyes were on Goku. Because of earlier, she could only think of him. Her eyes swept over the muscles outlined in his tight shirt. They went lower staring at how well he fit in his jeans. Goku usually wore looser pants like his fighting gi but when he wore tighter clothes that outline how fit he is, ChiChi couldn’t help staring and desiring to get him alone as soon as possible.
Reia noticed how ChiChi ate Goku with her eyes. “He’s good with babies. Now that he’s back, maybe you can get started on a playmate for Gohan. He’ll be a very good big brother.”
Oh, how she wanted to but knew that wasn’t possible now. “Maybe,” ChiChi turned her attention back to the fish. “Someday.”
While ChiChi, Reia and Gohan stayed with the grills, Aki and Goku who fed Kala with a bottle walked around Aki’s yard talking. Goku shared some of his time on Yardrat but kept most of the conversation on the future in three years.
“Maybe it’s because I’m not a fighter but I think you should find Dr. Gero’s lab and destroy everything before he builds those cyborgs, androids, artificial humans, whatever the hell they are.”
Aki wasn’t the only who thought that way. Bulma and ChiChi did, too. They made sense but Goku couldn’t help himself. It was in his Saiyan blood to fight. “I know it’s crazy but I gotta fight them.”
“Just remember East City, Goku,” Aki warned him. “You knew your people were coming but you couldn’t prevent what happened to East City. Your people could’ve arrived anywhere but this is different. You know what city will be attacked and you and your friends can prevent that. If anyone in South City dies, I hope you guys are ready to share the blame.”
“No one will die,” Goku wasn’t as bothered by that since there was a solution. “But if they do, we can undo it with the dragon balls.”
“I hope so.” Aki said. “But I’m still building an underground shelter for my family in three years.” Aki looked over at Goku again. Kala laid her head against Goku’s shoulder sleepily. “Let me take her. If she sleeps now, she’ll keep me and Reia up all night.” He gently plucked his daughter from Goku’s arms. He held her hand and forced her to walk with him. The child sleepily rubbed her eyes as she walked with her father.
As they walked, Aki checked on his wife and ChiChi. ChiChi stood by the grill laughing as Reia showed Gohan a dance move. “I’m glad the princess is happy again. This year was rough on her. ChiChi handled Mrs. Niver but it doesn’t take away the stuff she said. Mr. Olitz, Mr. Lupp and I tried to tell the people you’re not the person Mrs. Niver made you out to be but you not coming back really hurt your credibility.”
“Yeah,” Goku sighed. He saw the looks of Gyu-Mao staff earlier. “I know.”
“You did make up for it right?” Aki asked him. When Goku looked at him puzzled, he elaborated, “With ChiChi. You apologized. Grovel. Made up with her,” he elaborated his words.
“Oh.” Goku rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. He talked to Aki about a lot of things but he never told him about the incident that happened five weeks ago. ChiChi didn’t want anyone outside the family to know. “Well, I’ve been cooking all the meals and doing all the housework since I came back.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about.” The stare Aki gave Goku was of suspicion and mild shock. “Goku, have you slept with ChiChi since you came back?” Goku’s prolonged silence and awkward rubbed of his neck were his answers. “Holy…..” Aki stepped away from Goku. If it were possible, Aki’s eyes would grow as wide as those characters on the animated programs he’s seen. “Goku….. you’ve been back five weeks. I thought I haven’t seen you because…..” Aki knelt and covered his hands over his daughter’s ears. “I thought you were fucking your wife all this time. What the hell are you thinking?”
“I wanted to, but some stuff happened when I got back and ChiChi got even angrier at me…..”
“No, no, no,” Aki shook his head. He wouldn’t accept any excuse Goku had. “Hell, no! Whatever the problem is, sex will resolve some of it.” Aki stood with his daughter in his arms. “Gohan’s staying with me tonight and you’re going home and do with ChiChi what you should’ve be doing for the last five weeks.”
“But….”
“The only butt you need to focus on is your wife’s!” Aki left Goku and briskly went to the women. He was a man on a mission. Most of the grilling was done with the table laden with burgers, grilled vegetables, fish and boar meat. “Wow!” Aki’s eyes gleamed at all the food. “Smells great.”
“Grab a plate,” Reia said. “I’ve fixed several. Everything’s delicious. Gohan is on his fourth plate.”
Juggling his daughter on one arm, Aki picked up his fixed plate with his free hand. “Speaking of Gohan, I told Goku we’ll watch him tonight.”
“Gohan?” ChiChi looked up from the grill to Goku who arrived rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. “Why, Goku?”
“Oh, I’ll love it if Gohan stays the night,” Reia approved. “He’s so good with Kala. I’m sure she’d like her friend to stay a little longer.”
“But…..” ChiChi protested. Reia whispered in ChiChi’s ear. She didn’t know what the men said but watching ChiChi stare at Goku earlier, Reia knew the woman needed time alone with her husband. ChiChi’s eyes grew wide with saucers and her cheeks turned a deep shade of pink. Was she that obvious when looking at Goku earlier? Goku, on the other hand, had that awkward look on his face as if he said something he shouldn’t have. The color on her face darkened as she realized Goku let it slip she and Goku were having marital issues. “You!” she snarled at Goku. “How could you?!”
“But I…….” Goku shook his head and waved his hands frantic. ChiChi looked as if she was going to hit him. “I didn’t…”
Instead of striking him, ChiChi put the large fork and spatula down and disappeared into the house. Reia followed after her leaving Aki to finish grilling and Goku to keep an eye on the kids. Reia and ChiChi eventually returned. ChiChi wasn’t outwardly angry but Goku could feel an angry aura surrounding ChiChi. Gohan was concerned when ChiChi stormed off but her laughing with Reia and Aki while appearing friendly to Goku fooled him.
While ChiChi and Reia were in the kitchen cleaning the dishes, Aki and Goku cleaned up outside. Gohan stayed inside watching Kala and an animated movie while his parents were busy. He expected after the cleaning was done he will go home but was surprised when his father told him he was staying here.
“But why?” Gohan asked.
“You’re still watching this movie and I don’t want you to miss the ending,” Goku told him. Gohan did like the movie and they didn’t have a copy of the movie at home, but… “Can’t we stay until it’s over?”
“Nah. It’s been a long day and I’m ready to sleep. Besides,” Goku whispered to Gohan. “I want you to have as much fun as you can because with Mom well again, we can finally train with Piccolo and that’s all we’re doing for the next three years.”
With that, Gohan accepted he will stay at Aki’s house and happily finished watching his movie.
*********
As they flew home on Nimbus, ChiChi didn’t speak to him. Aki told him what he and ChiChi should do tonight but the silence from ChiChi told him he will have to wait another night. So while ChiChi took her first bath alone in weeks, Goku pulled a blanket from the closet and his pillow off the bed expecting another night on the floor. While laying his blanket on the floor, Goku heard the door open behind him.
“You’re dirty.”
“Hmm?” Goku turned to ChiChi. She stood in the doorway in a bathrobe with a towel wrapped around her hair.
“You can’t go to bed dirty,” ChiChi repeated.
Goku sniffed himself. He wasn’t as fresh as he was this morning and maybe he smelted a little smoky from the grill but it wasn’t an awful smell. “I’m not that dirty and I’m sleeping on the floor.”
“You’re dirty.” She pointed to the bathroom. “Clean up.”
Goku opened his mouth to argue but gave up. If ChiChi wanted him to clean up before he slept on the floor, fine. Goku shrugged as he stood and shuffled into the bathroom. A few moments later, ChiChi heard the sound of water running.
ChiChi picked up the blanket, folded it and placed it back in the closet. She placed Goku’s pillow besides hers. Next, she pulled out lingerie she expected to wear the night Goku returned. While her husband showered, ChiChi prepared herself.
ChiChi sat in bed waiting for Goku. She looked over to his side of the bed nervous. Since his return, she had him sleeping on the floor with a blanket and pillow. Tonight, the blanket was in the closet and his pillow was on the bed beside her. Tonight, Goku will know she no longer wanted him on the floor but in bed intimate with her.
She was angry and embarrassed earlier but talking with Reia, realized her hungriness for Goku was obvious. If Reia saw it, then Aki did, too, and knowing Goku sometimes let things slip….. she sighed. She couldn’t really be angry at him.
ChiChi held her breath as the bathroom door opened and Goku cheerily stepped out naked with a towel on his head. ChiChi wondered if Goku was punishing her for kicking him out of the bed by walking around naked for five weeks. Every night, her eyes roam up and down the muscles on his chest and back to settle on the bouncing appendage between his legs. Usually ChiChi kept her face buried in a book when Goku walked out but tonight, she stared.
Goku pulled out a pair of boxers from the dresser drawer. He was going to put them on when he saw the floor empty of his makeshift bed. Goku thought ChiChi wanted him on the floor again. She was embarrassed Aki knew about their bedroom issues but now he suspected ChiChi changed her mind. “ChiChi?”
ChiChi could feel the blush on her cheeks. “It’s…. it’s a little cooler tonight. I thought you would want to share the bed with me.”
“Really? You’re not mad about earlier?”
ChiChi pulled the covers back. “Come to bed, Goku.” Goku nodded slowly. He raised a leg to step in his boxers when ChiChi stopped him. “You won’t need those.” Goku lowered his leg and the boxers slipped from his hand.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Goku,” ChiChi said quietly. “Come to bed.”
Almost in a trance Goku went to bed. ChiChi turned to him, settling on her knees as Goku faced her. ChiChi’s scent hit him at full force. He could smell her arousal and in return, he began to show his rising in front of ChiChi. He wanted to touch her, wanted her to touch him but decided to let ChiChi make the first move.
ChiChi initiated intimacy with a kiss. She took her time, moving her lips slow and exploratory over his before her tongue slipped in his mouth. While her hands caressed his chest, ChiChi felt Goku’s hands on the edges of her lingerie. He pulled it up, breaking the kiss to remove it.
Goku kissed her again, taking control; his tongue dominating hers. His body lean further forcing ChiChi back until she fell against the bed and Goku on top of her. His mouth went to her neck giving her kisses and tender bites while a hand massaged a breast. When the other breast became occupied with his mouth, her back arched and a hand fisted his spiky hair while the other slid down his back to touch the stub of his tail.
Goku moaned into her breast with each caress on his tail stub. A firm dig of her finger had him pulling back to vocally announce what she was doing to him. ChiChi caught the serious look on his face when his eyes met hers. That cocky smirk, those dangerous eyes. If it was anyone but Goku looking at her this way, she would be scared but she found it arousing. Her finger circled his stub. “Doesn’t that feel good, Goku?”
“You know what that does to me. I’m barely controlling myself now.” He groaned as she caressed his stub again. His eyes shut for a moment and he gritted his teeth. “This isn’t like before, ChiChi. Before I became a Super Saiyan.”
“Because you’re stronger now?” ChiChi questioned. “This side has always been with you, Goku. You never saw it but I did.” She jammed her finger in that stub again pleased her action created such an erotic, animalistic response from Goku. When he groaned like that, her lower body responded. She could feel the moisture increasing between her legs. Maybe it was a little wicked but she loved having this control over Goku. “When you saw the full moon, it was your Saiyan side coming out.” Another caress and he shuddered. “What you could’ve been as Kakarrot.”
The way she said his Saiyan name came off in a soft, erotic caress. Goku’s shaft tingled in response. She wasn’t touching him here but it felt like she was with the way her delicate fingers worked the stub on his lower back.
ChiChi laid before him. Her lips touched the tender skin of his ear, her teeth gently nibbled his earlobe all the while she continued to caress his tail stub fast and slow. When she pulled her nibbling lips away she whispered, “Kakarrot.”
“Nngh!” he groaned in his pillow. Goku hated that name Kakarrot. Accepted but still hated it Vegeta called him by that name but the way ChiChi said it…..“I want to see more of this side you want to keep hidden.” She pinched his stub and Goku fisted the sheets. “I want to see Kakarrot.”
Goku shut his eyes panting. He was hard and tight between his legs with his tip oozing liquid. He desperately wanted ChiChi to touch him there. She refused. Instead, she punished him with touches on his weak point. She said his name again and he groaned loudly. Why did she have to say his Saiyan name like that? “ChiChi,” he tried to warn her, “when I was on Yardrat, I had dreams. Those times I blacked out during the full moon….I remember everything. It was hard dealing with those memories and not have you there.”
“I’m here now.”
Goku shook his head. He was so close. ChiChi needed to understand. “I’m stronger now and there are things I want to do.”
“Do it to me….. Kakarrot.”
The final caress of his Saiyan name on her lips, the final stroke of his tail stub on her fingers caused Goku to snap. He roared in his pillow; his body jerk forward as he came spilling on the sheets and ChiChi. ChiChi swept up a dollop of creamy liquid on her finger and placed it in her mouth. “Mmm,” she moaned dreamily. “I missed this taste.” She smiled slyly at Goku recovering from her touches. “Maybe I am the strongest in the universe. No matter how strong you get, I can always defeat you.”
ChiChi yelped as she was suddenly knocked on her back. Goku pinned her arms to the bed while hovering over her. “Exposing my weak spot; taunting me to lure the raw Saiyan in me out.” The flowing black hair, the teal eyes and rising smirk on his face left ChiChi wondering if she went too far. “So be it.”
One of Goku’s hand pinned ChiChi’s arms over her head. His other hand illuminated in a yellow glow. ChiChi looked at the glowing hand to her smirking husband. “Goku…..” she laughed nervous, “maybe we should work up to this. I don’t know this trick. You never done this before. It might not be ooohhhh….” her chest arched as Goku’s glowing hand caressed a breast. “Mmm. How are you doing this? You ne—“ another moan silenced her.
Goku grinned as his sparkling hand massaged ChiChi’s right breast left her shaking and panting against him. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” He pinched a nipple and ChiChi shrieked. He chuckled. “That’s a yes?”
ChiChi nodded quickly as she struggled to breathe. “Yes….” She whimpered at Goku. “Do it again.”
Goku’s glowing hand hovered over ChiChi’s breasts. ChiChi’s eyes followed his hand, watching it sway over them. “Mmm,” she could feel the delicious heat hover her skin but he wasn’t touching. She chewed her lower lip in anticipation of that delicious pleasure that struck all her sweet spots as his hand moved closer and closer until he suddenly pulled away.
“No.”
“What?!” ChiChi shrieked. She tried to move her arms but Goku’s stronger hand kept her at bay.
Goku chuckled above her as his heated hand glide down her stomach. “You enjoy exposing my weak spot.”
“You like it.”
That was true but he also knew when he’s vulnerable like that ChiChi got a little too cocky for her own good. Sometimes she would brag she could defeat him just by touching him there. When they are playful she always found a way to touch him there to immobilize him. As competitive as Goku is, as someone who enjoys winning he couldn’t allow even his wife a little victory.
“Remember our agreement? You have the household.” His glowing hand slipped between legs. “I have the bedroom.” ChiChi screamed as if Goku shoved his thick penis in her. Her chest arched inches off the bed, her breasts jiggled as her entire body tickled with intense pleasure. Moisture soaked Goku’s fingers as a thumb brushed her sensitive clit while his heated fingers thrusted inside the folds of her pink flesh. “Sometimes….” His deeper voice rumbled, “you need to be reminded.” ChiChi’s sweaty body continued jerking against Goku’s hand; her head turned left and right causing the ribbon in her hair to snap loose and her silky hair to spread over her pillow. “Don’t you?” When she didn’t respond, he repeated firmer, “Don’t you?”
“YES!” ChiChi shouted submitting herself and body to his torturous pleasure. “Goku…..I….” Two slippery, hot fingers pinching her clit was her undoing. ChiChi screamed while her body spasm, pulsed and soaked all over Goku’s fingers.
The glow of Goku’s hand faded as he pulled out of ChiChi. Mimicking her earlier, he licked his fingers, enjoying the sweet taste he’s been deprived of for too long. ChiChi’s face….. Goku smirked. If his hand created that pleasuring glow on her face, he could only wonder how she looked once he’s inside her.
Not wanting to wait, Goku crawled over ChiChi. She was still panting as her husband settled over her. His hair fell back in place and his eyes returned to the black coal she knew and loved. She felt Goku lift her left leg and settle it over his hip. She spread and link her other leg over his in anticipation. She expected Goku to enter her but instead he captured her lips in a possessive kiss. She clung to him as he kissed her, exploring her mouth as he shoved himself inside, hard.
ChiChi broke away, groaning at the slight pain she felt with all of Goku inside her. Teeth nibbled her neck as Goku whispered. “You’re so tight.”
“Two years, Goku,” ChiChi gritted her teeth as Goku shifted a little. Her nails dug in his back to dull the pain of their union. Slowly, Goku pulled out and pushed back in. With each thrust, the tension in her body drained and pleasure rose in return.
ChiChi’s hands slid up and down Goku’s sweaty back as she tried to get a grip. Once Goku felt ChiChi relax under his thrust, he increased his speed for his and her pleasure. With each whap against her hips, Goku was either letting her know how much he missed her or punishing her for delaying their union. At the moment, she wasn’t sure and she didn’t care. He pounded in her so hard it started to hurt again but it also felt good.
“Still hurts?” Goku’s hot breath fanned her face.
“A little….” ChiChi moaned. “But…. it’s …. .good. Don’t you dare stop.”
“I’ll make it better.” Goku slipped out and flipped ChiChi on her stomach. Having an idea what Goku had in mind, ChiChi got on her hands and knees. She barely had time to adjust herself before Goku slipped back in again.
“Ooooo….” ChiChi crooned as Goku gripped her hips and plundered her from behind. With his tight hold ChiChi couldn’t push back to return some of the pleasure he was giving her. “Yeah….” her hands gripped the sheets, “this is better.”
“And deeper, too!” Goku groaned as he rapidly slapped her hips against his. Appreciating the firmness, Goku gave one cheek a nice firm whack. “You’ve been working out, ChiChi! Yeah!” he whap her again. “I love it!”
ChiChi laughed against her pillow as Goku smacked her repeatedly from behind. “Mmmm, Goku…..” It felt so good to have Goku pummel her this way. “I can handle more.” Her voice trembled with need. “Don’t go easy.”
Goku obliged ChiChi’s request. As she cried for more, Goku put more into his thrusts, pounding into ChiChi’s receptive body. If she can take him like this now, Goku knew a few more times and she’ll be ready for him as a Super Saiyan. Sweat glistened his body, his skin tingled. He was gonna come again and it was gonna be a good one!
As he worked himself to another release, Goku suddenly felt he and ChiChi weren’t alone. There was another presence nearby. He was sure of it. He turned his head towards the window.
Piccolo with purple cheeks, wide eyes and a hanging mouth locked eyes with Goku.
Shock coursed through Goku but also anger. They were on the second floor which meant Piccolo was hovering in the air, which mean Piccolo was deliberately watching them. What the hell was Piccolo doing watching them? Last time he felt this anger it was on King Kai’s planet where he probe his mind and viewed his memory of him and ChiChi being intimate.
“What the hell are you doing?!” Goku’s Ki flared as he screamed.
ChiChi suddenly convulsed into an orgasm as she felt Goku grow bigger inside her and intense heat spread over her body. Arms turned to jelly as ChiChi collapsed on the bed. She felt Goku pull out of her but her mind was dazed as she tried to understand what was happening. She turned her head horrified to see Goku was in his Super Saiyan form.
“Stop looking!” Goku screamed.
“Wha…..?” Goku’s eyes were on something out the window. ChiChi looked in his direction but saw nothing. “Hmm?” Goku leapt off the bed and bolted to the window. “Goku?” ChiChi pulled herself to sit up. Her jelly body fell back on the bed. Too fast ChiChi told herself. What was her husband thinking turning into a Super Saiyan? She’s not ready for that! “What’s out there?” Slowly she pulled herself out of bed. Gingerly, she joined Goku at the window. She didn’t see anything. “What did you see?”
“Uh….” Goku powered down to his base form. ChiChi barely tolerated Piccolo. If she knew Piccolo saw them, she’ll be mortified and in her anger may forbid him and Gohan from training with Piccolo. “Animal.”
“Animal?” ChiChi looked out the window again. She saw nothing. “We’re on the second floor.”
“I think it was a dinosaur…. the flying ones or maybe a bird? I need to check.”
ChiChi slapped him. “You turned into a Super Saiyan in me because you saw a bird?! Goku, you could’ve killed me! Wait!” she called after him as he walked away from her. She wasn’t done yelling at him! “Where are you going?”
Goku grabbed the towel he left on the floor. “Stay here.”
ChiChi stared at the slamming door puzzled. What just happened? Normally, if she was angry, Goku would stand there and take it but he walked off annoyed by something and stormed out. That wasn’t like him at all. “Goku?”
Goku stepped out of his home with a towel around his waist. He looked up to see Piccolo hovering several feet over his home. Goku flew up to meet him. His temper had cooled but Goku was still annoyed Piccolo saw him and ChiChi in a very private moment.
Without a moon in the sky, it was dark with only the twinkling stars as his light so Goku raised his Ki to turn into a Super Saiyan. Now he had some light, he could see Piccolo. The Namek didn’t look at him. His eyes were cast down and his cheeks were still purple.
“So….” Goku started, “about what you saw, Piccolo……”
“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!” Piccolo suddenly flared at Goku.
Goku pointed to himself. “Are you mad at me? Piccolo, you’re the one peeping—“
“I WAS NOT!!!” Piccolo cut him off. “I returned from the forests after I finished my training. When I came here, I didn’t feel Gohan’s Ki but I felt yours and I thought that was strange. Then I felt your wife’s. Then…” his cheeks turned purple again, “I heard noises, strange noise from your wife. You sounded different, too. So I flew up to your window and I…… and I…..” Piccolo shuddered disgusted. “Is there anything you don’t eat?! What the hell were you doing to your wife?! Why was she screaming in pain and begging for more?! Why were you—ARGH!!” He put his hands over his face. “Damn image is stuck in my mind!!!”
Now Goku understood. Living in the woods, Piccolo didn’t interact with humans. He might’ve seen a few interactions from a distance but Goku was confident Piccolo never saw intimacy. “There are different words for what you saw: sex, intimacy, making love, fucking, banging, smashing, mating…”
“Mating?!” That was a word he heard before. Living in the woods, Piccolo seen animals in the same kneeling position he caught Goku with his wife. He eventually realized that was how animals had children. Animal mating he’s seen but never human mating until now. “That’s what you were doing?!”
“Yeah. It may be weird to you but it’s a normal thing people do.” Goku powered down relieved. “Whoo! I was starting to think Nameks were perverts like Master Roshi.”
Piccolo put a hand on his stomach. “I think I’m gonna be sick and Nameks don’t get sick.”
“If you feel bad, think how ChiChi will feel if she knew you saw us.” Goku put his hands together in a prayer to Piccolo. “Please don’t tell her you saw us.”
The image of Goku slapping his pelvis against ChiChi and the sounds of their voices appeared in his mind again. “ARGH!” Piccolo covered his eyes screaming. “I want to burn my brain!”
That was assurance for Goku Piccolo wouldn’t say anything. “Well, I guess I’ll leave you here. Don’t come back until tomorrow. ChiChi and I ain’t done and with your ears, you’ll hear more than what you want.” Goku swerve to the side avoiding a blast of Ki from Piccolo. “Hey!! I’m tryin’ to warn ya!”
“Shut up, Son!” Piccolo warned him. “Or I’ll kill you!”
With a cheeky salute, Goku put two fingers to his forehead, disappeared and reappeared in his bedroom. ChiChi was in the middle of putting on her robe when she suddenly jumped. “Oh! You’re gonna give me a heart attack doing that.”
“What are you doing?”
“I was gonna look for you since you took too long coming back.”
“I was only gone five, maybe ten minutes.”
Maybe but the way he stormed off, left ChiChi very worried. “Did you find what was out there?”
“No. It was gone.”
“Probably a bird,” ChiChi figured. “At least it wasn’t Piccolo.”
“Piccolo?” Goku squeaked.
“He is living with us now. The wilderness has been his home for years. He lived with Bulma until the Nameks left but Gohan said he spent all his time with his people. Being around us is probably the first time he’s seen regular human interaction. Imagine if he saw us in our most intimate moment.”
“Oh…yeah.” He laughed nervously. “That would be embarrassing.”
“Tell me about it.” Now that was settled, ChiChi was ready to resume their marital duties. They had two years of catching up and with Gohan gone and a bag of senzu beans, ChiChi was going to make good use of the entire night. “Goku….” She smiled slyly as she opened his towel. ChiChi grabbed his arm and threw him on the bed. Goku was momentarily startled. He should be embarrassed his lowered guard got him tossed but ChiChi doing this to him, turned him on. She removed her robe and crawled in bed over him. “My turn to be on top.”
Outside, nauseating sounds of intimacy reached Piccolo’s sensitive ears again. The Namek roared in anger and soared from the Son Family home. When they start training, Piccolo vowed to make Goku pay for this.
Part Twenty-Seven: The New Normal
AN: I know I teased it privately with some readers but Piccolo will be featured more in the next chapter. I’ll delve into how he lived with the Son Family for three years and addressed things left out like Goku talking with Piccolo on his treatment of Gohan when he was dead; Piccolo interacting with ChiChi and how ChiChi went from hating him to considering him part of the family.
Knowing he will die from a heart virus, I think logically ChiChi would take Goku to a doctor and try to prevent him from catching the virus. I know if someone from the future told me I will get sick and die, I’m doing everything possible to try to prevent it.
It’s interesting how the dragon balls became a clutch later on in the series and especially in Super but there was a time where people died and nothing was done to revive them. As important it was to revive Yamcha, Tien, Chaozu, Piccolo and Kami, everyone forgot about East City being destroyed by Vegeta and Nappa and there were other people who suffered from that fight.
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Maleficent: Mistress of Evil--A Spoilertastic Review
Disney: *shuffling through records* Hey, Hollywood.
Hollywood: *drunkenly burps, throws empty beer can behind the couch* Yup?
Disney: What’s that really well written, well acted, beautifully shot, feminist movie we made with Angelina Jolie that one time?
Hollywood: Oh, the broad with the wings and the horns? Maleficent.
Disney: Yeah, yeah, her. Do something else with her.
Hollywood: Wait, you don’t want to give it to her? *points to Talent, who is sitting at the table typing* Or her? *points to Effort, who is in the kitchen baking souffle* I mean, they’re the ones who made the first one.
Disney: Nah, you got this. Go for it.
Hollywood: Alright. *farts and a script falls out of his ass* Here you go.
Disney: Thanks, fam.
*END SCENE*
In case you can’t tell, I’m extremely disappointed in Maleficent: Mistress of Evil.
Overall Grade: C-
As always, spoilers below.
Pros:
-Probably the only reason a few straggling fans are showing up to Maleficent II is finding out that the legendary Michelle Pfeiffer was cast as the evil queen. She is just as smug and cold and awful as she seemed in the trailer, so kudos. They don’t share enough screen time, but Mal vs. Ingrith at that dinner table was some of the shadiest, pettiest shit I’ve ever seen. Ingrith is That Bitch. You really wanted her to have a harsher fate considering the monstrous shit that she does in this movie.
-Though they are seriously few and far between, I did like the tiny domestic moments we got from Diaval and Maleficent. I’m sad to say that the hype was once again wrong. They were teasing that perhaps Diaval and Mal would get a little more of a romantic spin, but either it was cut for time or they changed their minds. Diaval and Mal are apart the entire movie. It’s the worst. However, the bits we do get of them in the beginning, like him giving her the bad news and her trying out her smile in front of him and her telling him he missed her was nothing short of adorable. I especially loved it when they were served bird and Mal gives him that mean little side-eye. It feels very comfortable and domestic, and less like they’re mistress and servant and a little bit more like the mother and father pair that they actually are. I’m just sad there is so few scenes of them together.
-Expanding Mal’s backstory has very mixed results, but the bits we do see and understand aren’t half bad. The phoenix thing is way under-explained, but it is a neat concept that the dark fae came from a single source. It was also a believable story that they were hunted to near extinction, especially during this era of time when white people were at their most fucking ridiculous killing every new people they found on every fucking continent they found them on. It made sense they hid from them and wanted revenge, since we pretty much see that the humans for the most part are utter shitheads anyway. I also loved the diversity of the dark fae, coming from all continents and all peoples. Nothing drives me crazier than the idea that all fantasy creatures should look like pale white folks. This was very nice to see.
-At least Diaval didn’t die. I was afraid of that since bad sequels often kill someone you like just to “raise the stakes.”
-Tying the cursed spindle into the sequel isn’t half-bad an idea. It’s kind of neat that it’s how Aurora ends up discovering the truth.
Cons:
-Fucking everything else in this movie, basically, is a negative point. Goddammit. Why did they squander all this fucking talent?
-Having Mal, Diaval, and Aurora separated the entire time is the first huge mistake. I was hoping from the trailer that Mal getting hurt and finding her own kind was something that happens in the second act. Nope. First act. Fucking hell. All the reasons why Maleficent was a great movie was the dynamic between these characters and the development of their relationships. It was so easy to love them. They were a family. They had struggles and they all put in effort and they won the day. And then this movie happened. Mal and Diaval first and foremost were done dirty, especially since behind the scenes they had been teasing that maybe the hints of romance between them might finally get a brief spotlight, but no. Didn’t happen. Either it was cut for time or they changed their minds. Then Aurora just blindly believing that Mal cursed the king despite knowing her mother for fucking five plus years, not counting how Mal raised her from afar, just massively pisses me off. Aurora has shown no signs of wanting to just be a normal girl. She loves her mother faithfully and it feels very OOC for her to just instantly assume the worst, especially since she should know things about magic by now and would have heard that Mal has to verbally curse someone, not just with a gesture of magic.
-Almost every part of this story has our leads being passive as hell. I hate passive stories and I hate passive characters. Remember, a good story is one in which your protagonists affect the plot and the outcome and each other. This movie is borderline boring. It’s so much of people looking out the window at the sky and fretting and being moody. All of our characters just sit around for two goddamn hours barely doing a thing until the war at the end, as if the movie is just waiting for itself to end. It’s such a fucking shame considering how many creative, engrossing scenes are in the first film. The first film perfectly paced the character development with the three main leads alongside the action. I loved seeing Diaval’s different forms. The action was fantastic and the story was deeply personal. Everything built towards the end goal of showing the full scope of who Mal is as both the hero and the villain. Here, it’s just miscommunication. That’s it. It’s so stupidly basic and it doesn’t do anything but open the door for her backstory. It’s such a lazy method to introduce them. There were much better ways to go about it and I’m sad that none of our beloved three barely does anything over the course of the movie.
-The tone is all over the fucking place. I actually would not recommend this movie for kids. It’s much too harsh for the little ones when we reach the war in the third act. It’s unnecessarily cruel to a bunch of characters. It even has the nerve to outright KILL one of the three fairy godmothers with little to no reverence for what a big fucking deal that should be. It’s a nasty, unpleasant feeling when she dies and when the other moorfolk and the dark fae die as well. And yet some of these scenes have slapped together “wah-wah-wah” moments, like the evil queen simply being turned into a goat. Ha-ha. Yeah. There are dozens of soldiers and innocent townsfolk and fairies dead. But she’s a just a goat. Sure. That’s not a whiplash of a fucking tone at all. What the hell is the matter with this movie? How dare you actually kill a fairy godmother. And it was one of a few stupid sacrifices while we’re at it. I mean, Magical Negro Fae went full Piccolo standing in front of Mal when all he had to do was yank her out of the way. Same for the big tree fae who died. Not to mention the fact that the giant tree fae just had to walk over to that fucking pipe organ and snap that stupid redhead’s neck, easy peasy, in three seconds. Problem solved. Fuck this movie for showing such flagrant deaths for innocent characters.
Oh, excuse me, one second.
*grabs Hollywood by the ear, shoves him into a chair, and breaks his nose*
Hollywood: OW! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!
Me: IF YOU PUT ONE MORE GODDAMN FUCKING MAGICAL NEGRO INTO ANOTHER MOTHERFUCKING MOVIE IN 2019 OR BEYOND, I’MMA FUCKING KILL YOU.
-Magical Negro Fae makes me want to kill something. I’m tired, y’all. I’m tired of writers in Hollywood continually making wise black characters teach white people life lessons and then promptly die to advance their story. Go to hell. All of you who keep writing this wretched cliché go straight to hell. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200. Take your ass to hell and rot in the lake of fire. Stop. Fucking. Doing. This. To. Black. Characters. You. Fucking. Assholes.
-It feels like there is a movie between the first Maleficent and this one that we missed. Seriously, the characters spout backstory that sounds interesting and important, but it’s off-screen, and we’re constantly fighting to understand something that the characters clearly do. Show, don’t tell. Show me Aurora and Philip being in love. Show me Aurora’s longing for Philip and Mal to get along. Show me Mal wondering about her heritage and feeling like an outcast. Show me the dark fae’s backstory. Show me Lickspittle being forced into betraying his own kind. I cannot connect with these characters if you do not give me a reason to do it like you did in the first film.
-Is it just me or did Hollywood deadass steal a whole bunch of this from the Gargoyles animated series? I’m just saying. Go back and watch that and then watch this and tell me it’s not similar.
-Nitpick: God, Disney, I am so tired of you filming all your live action movies on one sound stage with zero practical effects and zero sets. Yes, we can tell the fucking difference when you film everything indoors and there’s no sets. Can we go back to actually giving a shit about how movies look?
-Nitpick: There’s plotholes everywhere. I already mentioned how the tree fae could have ended that church massacre in a total of 3 seconds, if that. Where have the dark fae been? Why did they just act that one time with those mercs stealing the moorfolk? What was Lickspittle actually doing to the trapped fairies? We never see him experiment on them or anything. How did Magical Negro Fae see Mal fall in total darkness? Was he just hovering around the area? Why? They seem very far away from their stronghold, so how did he see her and why have they never attempted contact with her before even though they apparently know the moors very well? I could go on like this for some time.
-Angelina Jolie is given very little material to work with and it’s depressing considering how emotionally attached I became to Mal in the first movie. Her struggle was so sympathetic and her reaction to Stefan’s cowardice and cruelty was arguably justified. Here, she’s not having some kind of revelation about herself. It’s cookie cutter right and wrong. It’s very little struggle. She’s not barely doing anything for long periods of time and it’s honestly boring and disappointing as hell considering what a force of nature she is in personality and in abilities. They took all the zest and spice out of her. She’s a hollow, empty version of herself here and it’s probably the most insulting thing of all.
-Nitpick: The title is a big fat lie. Mal does not turn evil or become evil. She swats some fools around at the end, but that’s all. I hate misleading titles.
Overall, the word to describe this movie is unnecessary. It’s not bad, but it is nowhere near good at all. It reduces all its characters into passive roles in a dull story that tries to make up for it by heavily loading the ending with very distasteful, cruel war scenes that are frankly too harsh for children. It’s not asking any deep, sympathetic questions from its audience. It’s just spinning its wheels, mostly. If you’re curious, sure, go ahead and rent it. I would warn you from paying full theater price since it adds almost nothing to something that was frankly perfect the way it was already. I went in with low expectations and while the movie didn’t go below them, it was still a letdown. Mostly because I wanted some Maleval scenes to wake up the tiny, dormant fandom, and I highly doubt this is going to do that.
Sigh. You deserved better, Mal. At least we’ll always have the first movie.
Kyo out.
#maleficent#maleficent: mistress of evil#maleficent II#mistress of evil#angelina jolie#michelle pfeiffer#movie review#film review#review#spoilers#spoiler alert
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Grumpy murder aliens who offer childcare services
Piccolo’s parenting efforts: Gohan, Dende, Kuririn (dude he is more than 10 years older than you), Goten, Trunks, Pan, maybe some others I’m not aware of in the new series.
Meta Knight: Kirby, Fumu/Tiff, Bun/Tuff, Princess Rona, Knuckle Joe, Silica [/anime census], Sailor Dee, probably a bunch of other Waddle Dees judging by their dialog, I’m definitely missing some, Lucas from Mother 3 and a Pokemon trainer???*
Yellow Diamond: just Pink Diamond and Steven so far. Keeping a VERY close eye on this situation.
(* Honestly, though, the paranoid sword orb’s presence in Lucas’s life would likely improve his depressingly-realistic canon domestic situation. But any given Pokemon trainer would be best off capturing Meta Knight and depositing him in the bank, forever.)
#piccolo#meta knight#su yellow diamond#yellow diamond#steven universe#tw child harm#implicitly#spoilers#su spoilers#steven universe spoilers#dragon ball#kirby
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Positivity Tag Game
I was tagged by: @yuu-be-good. Thanks yuu! I feel like 90% of my humor is against the rule but I’ll try my best lol
Rule: you absolutely cannot use self-deprecating expressions/terms. Self-degrading humor is also prohibited.😉
1. Things that you like about yourself:
my emotional perceptivity
desire for a simple life
my puns
hair
my memory with numbers
2. Things that you are proud you did:
was valedictorian of my high school class
went to university 1600 miles away from home and survived the homesickness
stuck through 9 years of classical piano training and 3.5 years of music theory and became advanced enough to compete in collegiate level competitions (tho i never won anything)
learned(and still learning) to be a bit more expressive rather than repressing everything
my art and seeing the improvement
eventually realized that my golden-child of a brother and i will always be different and that i shouldn’t constantly compare myself to his accomplishments
i randomly became a first chair percussionist in an all county ensemble once
was accepted into and transferred to Canada’s #1 ranked research university
3. Things you created/made/built and love:
hmmm i haven’t made a lot of things tbh
again, my art. especially my Azula piece
i made good cookies once
4. Talents of yours:
i can make a rain drop noise by flicking my cheek and i can make hand farts. and i can burp Quite loud.
music i guess? though i wouldn’t say that’s a talent - more like 10+ years of practice
i can play piano, organ, flute, piccolo, sax(es), clarinet, and percussion pretty fluently
i can do a lot of sit-ups without stopping, even if i’m really unfit.
pUns
i would like to say i improve relatively quickly with my art?
flash-memorization (works wonders in school)
finding gays. or more like they find me. i don’t know how this happens.
i’ve been told i’m a decent public speaker?
i pick up on math quickly
eating a lot of chocolate in one sitting
5. Qualities of yours:
i love my mom and wish i could return to her even a fraction of the sacrifices she made as an immigrant and single parent, so a lot of what i do is ultimately for her happiness
if you meet me irl you might find me to be rather reserved or aloof, but really this is just me being nervous and awkward. this alleged reservedness is good for preventing drama though lol.
i’m not afraid of strangers. me coming off shy is more a matter of overthinking my own actions rather than a fear of others.
once someone becomes a really close friend of mine, maintaining contact is optional and we can pick up right where we left off
after a while knowing me i lose my filter
at this point i get really honest
and you get to hear my erratic stream of consciousness :P
i end up trying to make things humorous all the time to make people around me laugh but sometimes i do it without thinking causing others to consider it inappropriate oops
i can kinda be a bit of a mom to my friends (making sure they eat a plant other than potato once in a while)
6. Simple domestic thingies of life that make you feel good:
lethargic mornings where i can just float about and listen to the tea kettle roar the day awake
successfully taking an exactly 23 minute nap
throwing a towel in the dryer right before i shower to have a warm towel with which to dry off
making my mom coffee
making breakfast in bed for people
telling guests that my pet(s) (depending on where i’m living) really like them, and telling them it’s unusual. in reality my pets are all really friendly, but that child-like grin that results from it is too precious
relishing the stark difference between my incredibly mellow brother and my obnoxious sense of humor
7. Characters that make you happy (bonus points for pics):
Ignis from ffxv, y’all know this. I do love the other bros too but esp Ignis
Bea from Night in the Woods
Mettaton from Undertale. oh yes.
Mai. and i love Aang. both from Avatar the Last Airbender
Asami from Legend of Korra
Pippin from Lord of the Rings
Issun from Okami
Inez from Cyberchase (it’s a kids show from PBS)
one of my OCs. the other one i made specifically to be pissed at and to get myself riled up when i was in middle school haha
Geno from Super Mario Legend of the Seven Stars (he’s super cool AND he’s got a BOPPIN’ theme to boot)
People you want to tag: @mothsexinspace, @not-the-sharpest-shed, @angstynewt, @melessiasblog, @hawkpath-tail
This isn’t mandatory, so don’t feel pressured to do it if you don’t want to!
#thanks again for tagging me yuu!#this was actually therapeutic after my particularly non-uplifting week
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Pucks & Altitude (pre-writing)
Warnings: none Words: 2171
The serene view between the streets in its amazing nature Symphony, caress the car’s side window as it made it stop when the traffic light turned red. This view has been Hannah’s ultimate view in the past 4 days - made her wonder when will she be back visiting this beautiful country. Pieces by pieces of dried leaves can be seen on the ground as it fell from the strong oak tree. The nature knew that winter is coming. Hannah looked over the time on her Classic Oxford DW watch and it’s 4 hours before flight home.
‘Hannah?’ her mother called for her attention from the long quiet of silence to the other side over the phone conversation that she had since she walked into her ride. ‘I’m still here, mom.’ Just then, she heard subtle multiple voices arguing behind her mother’s back. The Lenox residence, has never been in a peaceful silence since their beloved mother drawn into coma few months ago. 'Mom?’ Hannah called. She could feel her mother’s assuring smile behind the phone call, 'It’s okay, honey. I’ll settle it with your papa. Don’t worry.’
Since Hannah decided to be far away from her family due to her career, things don’t turn that well for her extended family. From company assets to land tenure, the Lenox brothers argued everything. This including with her dad. Everyone has their own opinion and well, looks like her father’s generous opinion is a dislike favour to all. Unconditionally, no one knows when will the brothers will stop their bickering. Hannah sighed in frustration. 'Mom, I’ll call you back when I landed, yeah?’
She paid the Uber driver before checking herself to Herlenad Airlines office at the airport. “Jerry! Hey!” she beamed her co-pilot once she saw him drinking his coffee at the pantry. Jerry is another great man that she knew in her life. He has been supportive towards her and they instantly became best friend since they flew together. Hannah did her early morning tea and walked to the meeting room together with Jerry, while waiting for the rest of the cabin crew.
“I heard the news.” he whispered before sipped his Piccolo Latte. She raised her eyebrow at him and wondered what news is he talking about. “Jerry … you need to add some details to that.”
He smiled, “The HR manager told me that this will be my last flight with you. Are you taking few months off or resign?” he said the latter part with a lower voice than whisper. “I - Well, I should’ve told you this earlier but I didn’t expect you get it first. I applied for a change to my home base, so that I’ll be near to home. It’s not like I don’t enjoy working with the international flights but I have to reconsider it for a long period of time.” A friendly hug was accepted from Jerry. Hannah became surprised and she didn’t expect that Jerry would understand her personal condition is but she’s thankful to have him as her friend while 5 years of career.
“So, what’s your next plan?”
“I’m not sure. Well, I’ll still be flying but less frequently than I usually do with you and the rest of the cabin crew I’ve worked with.” Hannah’s sudden decision was a secret to anyone but herself but now, Jerry knows about it too. And, she’s not surprise if the whole cabin crew knew about it. To be honest, Hannah’s decision to quit after 5 years with the airline wasn’t the first time either to make it happen. Her company has been trying to give her advice and giving her several options instead of quitting.
The airline company couldn’t afford to lose one of their best female pilots to quit job from them. Hannah made the right decision and opted to change her flight home base instead of having her home base thousands of miles away, somewhere in Europe. Changing home base could affect her rank, salary counts and other things, but Hannah couldn’t care less, if it’s bringing her closer to her family, she would do it.
“Good evening, ladies & gentlemen, boys & girls, my name is Helena Peters and I’m your chief flight attendant. On behalf of Captain Lenox and the entire crew, we would like to welcome you on board to flight 373, non-stop service from Frankfurt to Toronto. Our flight will be of for 10 hours 55 minutes. We’ll be flying at an altitude of 30, 000 ft. at a ground speed of 890km/h. At this time, make sure your seat backs and tray tables are full upright position and that your seat belt is correctly fastened. Also, your portable electronic devices must be set to ‘airplane’ mode until an announcement is made upon arrival. Thank you.” the intercom shuts once again. The chief flight attendant made a report to the cockpit, informing Hannah, Jerry and Sam the plane engineer that all passengers have been board, the flight is ready for take-off.
The long-almost 11 hours journey went smoothly. Once it landed on ground, Jerry made a short pre-landing announcement before the chief flight attendant take over. He thanked the passengers for choosing Herlenad Airlines as their flying partner and hope to see them soon. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Toronto Pearson Int'l Airport. Local time is 6.40pm and the temperature is 19°C. For your safety and comfort, please remain seated with your seat belt fastened until the Captain turns off the fasten seat belt sign.
This will indicate that we have parked at the gate and that it is safe for you to move about. Please check around your seat for any personal belongings you may have brought on board with you and please use caution when opening the overhead bins, as heavy articles may have shifted around during the flight. If you require deplaning assistance, please remain in your seat until all other passengers have deplaned. One of our crew members will then be pleased to assist you. On behalf of Herlenad Airlines and the entire crew, I’d like to thank you for joining us on this trip and we are looking forward to seeing you on board again in the near future. Have a nice evening!”
Before Hannah took her flight bag, she bid farewell to her cabin crews, ultimately Jerry that has been with her since she started 5 years ago. "We’ll gonna miss flying with you.” one of the stewardess gave her a tight hug before Hannah voiced out, “Guys, I changed my home base for more domestic flights not quitting the job.” they all laughed.
Her black shoes clicking onto the white marble floor of the airport to the exit once she had the required signature in her flight log book. This time, Hannah can be much more relieved that her flights after these will be on domestic which means lesser flight hours but she can dodge the bad jetlag that she usually had. She fished her phone out from her pocket and texted her mother that she has safely landed.
Mom: Hi there sweetheart! I’m glad you’re already home. Do you have anyone to pick you up? Wanna have Alex come over and pick you up?
Hannah: I left my car at the staff parking area. SO, it should be good.
Mom: What’s your plan for this evening? You got few spare time left before your 'curfew’
Hannah: Gosh, mom! I don’t have curfew. Well, I might have a dinner with Kara later for our 'casual’ night. I guess I have to cook for her.
Mom: Good luck with that and have fun!
Hannah: Thanks mom! Love you :)
Right after, Hannah punched in Kara’s new number that she had before her flight to Copenhagen last week while she’s still in Germany. Waiting for her long reply, Hannah decided to drive out to the supermarket and get her groceries for the casual night she’ll be having later. Her mind wondered on which menu should she cook tonight. Kara’s taste buds favour over Italian food - well, don’t blame her European genes and Hannah on the other hand, she loves everything that’s good. For her, it’s impossible to have a favourite food. It’s almost the same when people ask which is your favourite kitten among the kittens - you don’t.
776-4892: my mom told me not to talk to strangers but (free) dinner? tonight? i’d glad to come over but i’m not Kara 😅
Hannah: I’m sorry, who’s this? (Well, your mom and mine has the same thoughts on strangers.)
776-4892: hello from the other side, i’m morgan. you?
Hannah: Well, Morgan, I’m Hannah and I’m sorry to interrupt you with the text. I guess I took my friend’s number wrong.
Morgan: i hope that you already found him/her number by now. do you mind if i ask?
Hannah: You already did 😆
Morgan: hahaha is this like a big dinner event or something?
Hannah: Nah! I just came home from work and my friend, Kara and I had this dinner thing since we’re in college. So, it’s like a 'tradition’ for us.
Morgan: wow! that’s great.
Morgan: hey, i gotta go now. talk later?
Hannah: Later, Morgan.
At that moment, Hannah knew she was too tired when she had her conversation with Kara previously that made her accidently texted to the wrong number. The pasta selection caught her at a glimpse, deciding that she would made Kara macaroni seafood lasagne and herb mashed potato. From fruits to vegetables, she has it all, until her phone bing-ed once again for another notification.
Braun @baabaagreensheep @pinelesspineapple yo gurl! are you home yet?
lenox just tweeted @pinelesspineapple @baabaagreensheep yes, i'am & i’ve mistakenly texted your number to someone else’s.
Kara gave her a call right after. They had their conversation long enough until Hannah already reach her metallic black apartment door with groceries bags in her arms.
'I’m gonna end this call. I’ve to prepare your lasagna.’
'Lasagne? Nice~ I’m already halfway getting the food done. Guess, I’ll see you later.’
'Oh, and do you mind if we’re having extra companies, later?’
'No, not at all but don’t let them coming empty handed though.’
Hannah hit the warm shower before preparing the ingredients in her Pullman kitchen. From her formal pilot attire, she rummaged through her wardrobe and found her old black tank top and she paired it with red flannel - classy. Living with a 'no-shoe’ policy in her house, Hannah relieved not to have dirty shoe marks all over the floor especially her carpeted area. She pulled her light brown hair up into a messy bun before letting her work done with the food. Having the kitchen to herself is like a great de-stress therapy. She couldn’t be around the kitchen when she’s working due to her previous home base as they would give their staff stayed in a hotel and in some lucky cases, she might have hotel provide with a mini kitchen but it wouldn’t cure Hannah’s working stress.
Start off with cleaning the vegetables, Hannah make sure that all of it are cleaned before the peeling and cooking process. One menu at a time - Hannah decided to boil the potatoes and macaroni while she prepared the lasagne sauce first, since it doesn’t require much ingredients to be added than seafood. After chopping the basil and parsley, she mixed in the creamy mixture for the lasagne sauce. After all, Kara would be surprised to have a new taste after sticking to the classic lasagne. Hannah moved around the kitchen and find any other ingredients that available. Looks like her groceries shopping earlier paid off, when most of the items at the kitchen is either expired or rotten. Hannah couldn’t blame anyone since she lived here alone by herself. Her instinct moved when she decided to text Mo and invite him/her for the dinner.
Hannah: Hey, Morgan, I’m not sure if you’re free at 8pm but do you wanna come by and have a dinner?
Morgan: 8pm is great. i’ll be there. is it okay though? your friend wouldn’t mind?
Hannah: I gave her the heads up that you might be coming and she mentioned not to come empty handed 😆😆😆
Morgan: HAHAHAHA sure! i’ll bring the drinks and can i fill another spot with a friend of mine?
Hannah: The more, the merrier.
Morgan: cool! i’ll be there in 20.
Hannah sent her house location and this time she hoped that her 'stranger’ instinct would turn out to be nice. She hoped that Mo isn’t a person that has his/her face up on the FBI board with the word 'WANTED’ stated boldly above it. She softly sighed before her house bell rang but Kara’s voice drowns the bell’s sound. She told her that the door’s unlocked and Kara walked in. “OMG! You’re back! For good?” she asked as she bounce their hugging, up and down. “For good.” Kara smiled, wider than she did during her graduation.
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I’d appreciate for some feedbacks for this first chapter and I’ll post the second one right after :)
#morgan rielly#toronto maple leafs#imagines#hockey imagine#nhl#nhl imagines#pucks#auston matthews#mitch marner#tyler bozak#matt martin#william nylander#jake gardiner#nazem kadri#frederik andersen
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Chiccolo Week - Sunday 30th - Domestic Day
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Sigh. Chichi lay down with her eyes closed, allowing the warmth of the bath tub to carry her away. She was so tired… Goten was teething, and up all night… and all day. He wouldn’t eat. He just screamed and screamed and screamed. Gohan was at Chichi’s father’s house most nights – Chichi had sent him there, worried that Goten’s constant noise would interfere with his studying. He was home at weekends, and he came back for dinner… but on school nights he slept at his grandfather’s house. Chichi missed him, but it was only temporary. Just until Goten’s stubborn teeth came through.
Still… at least she had a little time now. Piccolo was downstairs with him, after making dinner for them both. He was an angel. Chichi didn’t know what she’d do without him. He lived here now. He’d moved in not long after Goten’s birth, just to help out a little… anyway, now it was six months later and they were a real couple. It had just sort of happened, out of nowhere… and Chichi was glad it did, especially on days like these. Days when Goten’s screaming had kept her up all night and driven her insane all day. At least Piccolo could take dinner duty away from her – he wasn’t a great cook, but he was alright. Chichi didn’t care much about food right now anyway. All she wanted was sleep – and silence! But Piccolo seemed to have a way with Goten; he could settle him much better than Chichi. It sounded like he had, actually… Chichi couldn’t hear anything. She’d forgotten what silence sounded like… It was nice.
Click. Short-lived, though. Chichi opened her eyes, and turned her head at the sound of the bathroom door opening… and she had to giggle at the drained look on Piccolo’s face.
“I hate your son.” He mumbled grumpily.
“Our son.” Chichi corrected him, relaxing back into the bath. “I hate him too.”
“He threw his dinner over me.” Piccolo’s voice came closer. “Then cried because he was hungry. Who does that?”
Chichi started laughing.
“Babies do that.” She said.
“I hate babies.” Piccolo sighed, and sat down on the floor next to the bath tub. “Anyway… he’s asleep now. Don’t walk past his room, you’ll wake him.”
“You think I don’t know that?” Chichi growled. “I’ve been through it all before.”
Piccolo placed his palms over his tired eyes – Goten had been keeping him up all night as well, and as bad as Chichi though the noise was, Piccolo’s ears found it much worse. She didn’t know how lucky she was to be human deaf. He rubbed his face, exhaling slowly.
“Anyway… sorry.” Piccolo grunted. “I’ll leave you to it –”
“Stay.” Chichi uttered.
She moved to sit up in the bath, and looked at him. “I need someone to wash my back.”
“… Really?” Piccolo blinked, surprised. She wanted to do that now? They were both exhausted!
“Come on.” Chichi urged, flicking her head towards the empty space beside her. “Before he wakes up.”
“… Alright.” Piccolo smirked slightly, and started to undress. He had to admit, there was something oddly exciting about having a few minutes of spare time in between a baby’s screaming.
Chichi giggled as Piccolo dropped his clothes to the floor, and climbed into the bath tub alongside her. He wasted no time in moving to lean over her, nuzzling his fangs against her neck. “You didn’t really want me to just wash your back, right?”
“Well…” Chichi giggled again, squirming against his lips as he kissed her and softly nibbled at her flesh. “Not just that.”
“Mm-hm.” Piccolo grunted, sounding somewhat dissatisfied. He was somewhat dissatisfied. He’d been up all night as well – and he’d made dinner! And settled the shrieking monkey baby. Where was his backrub…? “Sure, Princess.” He sat beside Chichi again and took hold of her, pulling her against him so that she was sitting in between his legs. “My turn next, though.”
“Alright.” Chichi playfully agreed. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of his palms against her as Piccolo poured body was into his hands and started to massage her back. This was nice… finally, they had a minute to themselves. And Piccolo gave the best massages ever. “I’m going shopping tomorrow.” Chichi said, suddenly remembering. “Do you want anything?”
“Melon.” Piccolo answered in one word, referring to his favourite kind of flavoured water. “But don’t get the cheap one.”
“It tastes exactly the same!” Chichi protested.
“No it doesn’t.” Piccolo argued flatly. “If it did I wouldn’t want you to buy the expensive one.”
“It’s double the price!”
“It’s double the quality.”
Chichi turned round to glare at him, and Piccolo glared back. … Hm. Her bossy eyes usually worked… Actually, they always worked! On pretty much anything except the brand of flavoured water. … Tch. Fine. Whatever. She didn’t care anyway, and she was too tired to argue.
“If I’m buying that, you’re going out fighting tomorrow – but do it when Gohan’s at school, I don’t want him thinking getting into street fights is normal. And do one with a high prize this time!”
“Chichi, I can’t be that fussy.” Piccolo growled. “Nobody wants to fight me anymore, they all know I’ll win. I don’t even like doing those things. None of them can put up a good fight. It feels like I’m taking advantage of them.”
“It’s easy money.” Chichi huffed. “And nobody will give you a normal job with your face. No income, no expensive water.”
Piccolo stopped, annoyed. She was so difficult. And she was worse when she was tired! Chichi was happy enough to use Goku’s savings and life insurance when Gohan needed over-priced school books, or when Goten needed yet more unnecessary toys that he never even played with… but the second Piccolo asked for a better brand of water – that she didn’t even drink so it wasn’t like she even knew what she was talking about when it came to ‘tasting the same’ – suddenly she was broke and Piccolo had to start providing for the family, by whatever means he could. Usually he would have to enter into street fights for prize money because as Chichi said, nobody would dare hire him with his face. Some people still thought he was King Piccolo…
“… Fine. Get the cheap water.” Piccolo growled, and pulled his hands away from her. “But it’s my turn now. And I want a blowjob.”
“It’s expensive water or a blowjob.” Chichi haggled for the sake of haggling. Now she really was being difficult…
“Are you serious?” Piccolo frowned.
“Yep.” Chichi leaned back against him, smirking slightly. “Sorry, big boy.”
“Chi –”
“Aaaaaaaaaa!”
Both of their faces suddenly fell, at a sound they had come to hate, and they both let out angry sighs.
“Go on.” Piccolo said, tapping his palm against her butt. “I put him down.”
“No…” Chichi groaned desperately. Her eyes were stinging in exhaustion. She honestly couldn’t handle it. She knew Piccolo had done a lot today, and she was grateful, but… right now she couldn’t handle it. She just needed a little more time…“Please. You go…” She trailed her hand up his face, to stroke his antennae. “Just give me a couple more hours. Then I’ll buy the expensive water, I promise.”
“And I still get a backrub?” Piccolo replied.
“Yeah… but give me one as well, you hardly did anything!”
“Fine.” Piccolo shrugged. “Blowjob?”
“I’ll think about it.”
“Then you get one hour –”
“Fine!” Chichi barked, angered by the fact that he wasn’t just giving in to her. Why couldn’t he just do whatever she said without arguing!
She moved away to let him out, and glared at him. “But you know what? I think it’s pretty disgusting that I have to bribe you into spending time with our son!”
“Heh.” Piccolo smirked in satisfaction. He suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of victory as he climbed out of the bath. “I learned from the best, Princess.” He leaned down and kissed her, his claws fondly grazing against her spine. “Try not to drown.”
“Shut up!” Chichi pouted, and watched him leave the room.
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Domestic Day prompt!
A/N: feat my OC Bansuri AKA Suri, and the lockewat’s oc Viola. Slightly majorly lacking on the Chiccolo. I suck.
When the hell had they ended up with four children? Piccolo held the back of Goten’s shirt with the hand not cradling the two-months hatched Viola, and his shin to block Suri’s attack.
“Would you two cut it out? You’re brothers for all that is unholy! Act like it!” The ten and five year olds screamed and continued trying to kill each other over their father. “Goten. Goten. Goten!”
“SURI STARTED IT.”
“DID NOT.”
“DID TOO.”
“DID NOT!”
“DID TOO!”
“I don’t care who started it!” Piccolo roared, tucking the now-crying infant to his chest. “Neither one of you should be treating your brother this way.” He bounced Viola in his arms, attempting to calm the child before the tears and fussing became a fully fledged tantrum. “Go to your - no,” he remembered that they were currently sharing a room. “Goten, go to your room and do your homework. I know you have plenty of it. Suri,” the pudgy little namekian glowered up at him as Goten stormed off. Piccolo exhaled loudly through his nose. “Suri, you just. Just sit. Somewhere in this room.” The five year old gave him an incredibly dirty look before throwing himself down on the couch with his arms crossed, shoulders hunched, tears shining in amber eyes. Piccolo shifted Viola in his arms, the baby cooing and struggling in his arms. He sighed, and sat down next to his firstborn. He heard Chichi talking to Goten in the boys’ shared room. He closed his eyes. Being a real parent was hard.
Much, much harder than anything he’d ever done with Gohan. Including dying. He pursed his lips, trying to listen to Chichi and the words she was using with Goten. It was too muffled through walls and her soft tone certainly wasn’t helping. Well, he supposed that he just had to be a parent. It was his whole job right now, after all.
“Suri,” he began, adjusting his grip once more on the baby. Suri sank deeper into the couch, puffing his cheeks. “I don’t care who started it, and neither one of you is in trouble. But,” Piccolo swallowed, and Suri’s lower lip began to quiver in earnest. Piccolo plopped the baby in his son’s arms and pulled them both into his lap, holding Suri to his chest. “But, I can’t help but notice that my normally placid child is behaving quite uncharacteristically of late.”
Suri snuggled into his chest, cradling the baby.
“I really like Viola, Papa.”
Alright, not the answer he was expecting. Dimly, he was aware of Chichi standing a few feet away, and he hoped she would jump in. “I really, really like Viola, and I’m happy to be a big brother. But,” Suri sniffled, “I like being the baby, Papa.” He looked up at Piccolo with his face all screwed up in tears, “I don’t wanna not be the baby anymore.” Piccolo’s mouth fell open, fangs hanging out of his mouth. He glanced at Chichi, but she only gave him a slightly raised chin in their son’s direction. He was on his own.
“Suri,” he began, swallowing, “you, you will always be my baby. Even…even though we have Viola now…you’re still my baby. You’re always going to be our baby, no matter…“ he paused, swallowing, "no matter how old you are.” Partly because he could just tell that the child was never going to be any less of a giant crybaby at any point in his life.
“Really?”
“Really.”
He looked up as Suri snuggled into his chest, meeting Chichi’s eyes. She smiled, nodding as she crossed her arms. He was terrible at reading lips, but he was almost certain she mouthed, you did good at him. He felt a little bit better, a little bit proud.
After all, if the world’s best mother thought he did a good job, he had to have done pretty okay.
#chiccolo#piccolo x chichi#Chiccolo week 2017#chiccolo week#chi chi x piccolo#domestic day#fic rec#submission
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One thing i love about DBS is that it’s clearly shown that fathers and grandfaters want to be part of their children/grandchildren.
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I mean, in how many mainstream shows, comics and cartoons do you really see a traditionally masculine figure caring for their offspring, and showing it in their daily actions? I can think of a few shows (for example, Steven Universe) where fathers are actually a huge part of the kids well-being in a way that’s not actually fucked up and/or harmful in one way or more (no abandoment, no putting children into dangerous situations and no form of abuse, mental or physical, even if it’s not their actual intention).
Apart of Goku and Vegeta, who are written to be fight maniacs and little anything else*, DBS is full of loving dads. We see Krillin doing his best to support his family (going multiple times to take the Police training thing test for landing a job) and it’s shown that he deeply loves Android 18 and their daughter.
Piccolo is a good father-figure for Gohan (... and he’s caused less traumas for Gohan than Goku...) and Gohan is a doofus dad who puts his family above all else (... see the traumas his father left, but are not talked at all so Goku can continue to be the perfect protagonist).
Ox-King is still a huge part of Chichi’s life, visiting her and so on.
And then we have Mr. Satan who’s introduced as this overly masculine manly man from his moustache to his ches hair and who’s the world’s martial arts champion (when saiyans aren’t taking a part in the championship). He’s slept with many women, he’s an egomaniac to a point of horribleness.
Still, he became a single father when Videl’s mom left, and deeply cares about his daughter (in a way that’s conservative but let’s not open that can of worms now) and who cares his granddaughter even more.
He makes kissy-faces at Pan, smooches her, hugs and holds her and even makes himself look like an idiot so she’d laugh
And I think this all is very positive for young kids to see in a mainstream show that’s practically just about fighting strong people and even more strong people and even gods! A show where the only goals are beating an opponent, we have these dad’s who make sacrifices for their families (like not being a martial artist, which has been a huge portion of life for Krillin) and confort their fears (Mr. Satan throwing himself between Videl, who’s pregnant with Pan, and a huge energy blast that could kill them all anyways).
I think that in a show like DBS, which reaches many fans and viewers world wide, it’s really good to show that men can be part of care-giving and show it too, without them getting any kind of retribution from it (well, maybe they’ll looka bit ridiculous like Mr. Satan in that picture ^ but that’s okay). There hasn’t been any shit like “oh you played with your kid a bit and now the world is ending because of it” bullshit.
I really want to see things like this in the future, in multiple shows but especially i want to keep seeing it in DBS.
It’s important to be a good dad.
* While Goku and Vegeta do have their moments of domestic things, and they care abut their wives and kids, it’s not really shown in the same way like Krillin shows his love for his family. You can argue that Goku and Vegeta have better things to do, like save the world, but it’s kinda hard to look over when for example, Trunks needs to beg attention from Vegeta and Goku’s been absent from almost all of Goten’s life either by being dead or being on another planet/dimension. And all this cannot be really taken seriously in the show, because Vegeta need’s to be this though tsundere ball of rage, and Goku needs to be a martial arts genius doofus who saves the day.
#dragon ball super#mr. satan#krillin#throwing shade at goku and vegeta and their parenting skill#or lack of parenting skills#goku#vegeta#father figure
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Why is Goku so HELLBENT on fighting to where the universes might be destroyed?
Just a theory I’ve come up with because since the latest episode of Super I’ve seen so many people go “wtf” about Goku’s character more than ever. IT’S LONG
So in the DB Super series, it seems like Goku is going more and more crazy with the idea of fighting someone stronger than him. He’s cast aside Vegeta as his rival basically, even kind of was uninterested in fighting Beerus again after the first time they battled, and he’s wanting to fucking rip apart the universal structure of everything just to get in a good fight.
We already know that Goku bonked his head as a baby, and that kind of screwed up his saiyan blood rage that made him want to thrash and hurt everything around him. And possibly make him a complete dingus as well.
I got a deep thought about his mental state that might put light as to why he’s so happy and shit when he’s basically gonna cause an entire universe of people to die for his thirst for battle.
Ever since he was a kid, he learned to fight. Now, before Bulma came around, he was all content with being a dingus in the mountains by himself, minding his own bizz. Going out into the world and discovering more fighting techniques and actually fighting people, it might have progressed his brain damage more. It’s like with football players when they play too much football; the chances of them getting brain damage increases.
As the brain damage increases, it probably screws with his fighting instincts more, making him a little more hostile. You’re probably thinking “What the hell, he’s not hostile??” Sure he is. He’s just not outright in your face about it the way you expect. He will harass you if he thinks you’re powerful and get in your face about it. Sure he’ll do it with a smile, but that’s still trying to be dominant and pushing for what he wants. Which is to freaking dominate your ass in a fight.
It might be some sort of deep down instinct for saiyans, since at first, Vegeta was showing it. But it might be more of just how he was raised since has become more domesticated from living on earth. Why? Bulma. Some of you might think that’s also dumb, but think about it; it’s like those dogs that were trained to fight each other to the death and not trust anyone, then they are put in a foster home. Doesn’t work for all of them, but some do change from having love in their lives. Vegeta wasn’t brain damaged from fighting, or being dropped on his head. He was trained to think that was the way of his people.
With Goku the brain damage kept screwing with his head. We saw him be nice and thinking of others, and at times a little more selfish. A big selfish turn I thought was during the cell saga. He wanted to fight Cell. And he wanted his own son to fight Cell at maximum to ENJOY THE THRILL OF THE BATTLE instead of doing what he SHOULD have done and NOT give Cell that fucking senzu bean to power him back up. He wanted his child to be like him-- to crave the thrill of battle and want to be the best. Maybe even to have a worthy rival in his own child. Which is messed up and Piccolo kind of calls him out that Gohan will never be like Goku and he should have fucking known that.
I feel like that point in time in particular he DOES kind of think “Ah. Shit. He isn’t like me.” but he doesn’t seem THAT remorseful about it. Where as when Trunks was shot and killed in front of Vegeta-- Vegeta acted appropriately and went BATSHIT NUTS and even apologized to Gohan for his fucked up behavior. He knew he done fucked up letting Cell get as strong as he did. Goku? Eh. Well. He was like whatever in the end and didn’t seem to change from the experience like Vegeta did. He still went away to train after he DIED.
And then more fighting, more brain damage. Though I’m not sure how the laws of physics apply when you’re dead. But after that when he was alive again it was all head shots from there.
Fast forward to Super and he is just all for fighting. He’s left his wife to go out for months to train and to fight, and he fucking put a HIT ON HIMSELF JUST FOR KICKS AND GIGGLES. THEN he instigates for a fucking universe tournament when the losers have to be DESTROYED.
At that point he should have just been like “ok nvm” because in the beginning and in DBZ, that may have bothered him that trillions of life forms would perish like that. But that does not seem to slow him down at the least in wanting this. It bothers BEERUS THE FUCKING DESTROYER and his job is to, you know, DESTROY THINGS.
That means Beerus is in a better state of mind than Goku.
ALSO There is another bit to the brain trauma I’d like to point out that may make my theory more plausible:
Zamasu.
When he took Goku’s body and became Black Goku, his personality seemed a tiny bit tweaked differently than that of normal Zamasu. It’s only a tiny bit, so you can’t exactly see it entirely. But it’s there. And it’s that urge to fight. He has it more than the other Zamasu, who just wants to maybe mentally screw with people a tiny bit--then kill them all in a blaze of godly judgement. Black Goku had shown he wanted to fight a worthy opponent--- much like the normal Goku does.
In switching bodies with Goku, Zamasu gained that brain damage and it started fucking with him a bit more. But with his already homicidal thoughts and beliefs, that brain damage worked in his advantage.
Beerus did get the right idea that as things are standing, Goku might not be the hero anymore and have the potential to become the ultimate threat with his nonchalant don’t-give-a-fuck attitude to anything but himself and his growing desire to be the best fighter. Maybe in the end he will be more like Black was? Is this possibly the ultimate plot twist that is to be told of Goku’s descent into absolute madness and being controlled by his insatiable thirst for battle?
Tune into the next episode of DBS to find out.
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