Author's Notes: This is my own personal head-canon. Please imagine this based in a more serious/realistic DBZ universe (no offense to the anime/manga, of course, it's just that there's so much exaggeration or silliness just for the sake of comedic effect). I figure I have creative license to my own version in my mind and I'm hoping others enjoy it as well. This will be a multi-chapter, non-plot story so the flow might feel strange (think of it as organic rather than structured). Each scene is just a snippet of their life together - and some might be smutty!

Welcome to my head-canon of Goku and Chichi's life together!

Marriage - Part 1
Words: 6,543
Rating: M

"For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul."
– Judy Garland

It was one week after the World Martial Arts Tournament when Goku arrived, just as he said he would. Preparations were underway for the hasty wedding ceremony that Chichi decided to keep small, simple, and quick. The only special request she made was for a banquet dinner immediately following, in hopes of pleasing her future husband. She remembered well how much Goku appreciated a well-supplied buffet.

"Goku-sa… why are you marrying me?" She asked shyly, her hands wringing together as they walked side-by-side.

His feet paused momentarily at the question, "Because I asked you and you said yes?"

"No, I mean… Why did you ask me? When I realized you didn't mean to make that promise as a kid… I would have just left you alone about it." As much as she tried to keep the disappointment off her face, it didn't quite work. She opted instead to turn away under the guise of looking out at the lake. All of the delicate pink flowers were in bloom, so much like they were back when she met Goku here many years ago.

"It didn't seem fair not to ask you after you spent all that time waiting for me," he confessed innocently, one hand rubbing the back of his neck in thought. "And it's not like I ever considered anyone else to marry instead."

"So it's just because there was no one else that brought up marriage before?"

"I'm not sure, Chichi. It just felt right," he said with half a shrug. "After the tournament I asked Krillin and the others more about this 'marriage' thing too. I think it just makes sense."

"How do you figure that?" Chichi finally glanced back over to him, openly curious.

"Well, they said that people marry each other when they like each other and they have things in common. We're both fighters and you're the strongest girl I've ever met – and I really like that about you." He paused momentarily, considering all of the other confusing details his friends threw at him at an alarming speed. He figured one day he'd make sense of the rest of it. "I figured that marriage sounded kinda nice, like how it was when I was a boy at Kame House."

"That's not what marriage is about, Goku."

"Oh… Then I think I'm missing the concept. A lot of what they told me was confusing." He admitted openly. The older he got, the more of the world around him he realized he didn't understand. It was like everyone else took a class about life that he slept through and now it was hard to catch up.

Chichi stopped their walk and Goku followed suit without hesitation. She turned to look out at the lake, enjoying the way the light played over the water as she searched for the right words. She was coming to learn more about the boy-turned-man that captured her heart and she accepted that there was so much that he had never been taught. He was a far cry from stupid, after all he lived off the land by himself for years and could strategize a fight with the greatest ability she'd ever seen. He had just been so isolated from society that culture and social norms were all brand new to him.

"You marry someone because you love them. You want to spend your life with them. You want to have children, a family, together. You want to be there to support them through the bad times and be there to celebrate the good times. You want them to be who you see first in the morning and the last person at night. You want to grow old with them. And, if you're lucky, have them with you all through eternity. Marriage is about that kind of love. Didn't your grandfather teach you about that?"

"No… It never came up, I guess…" He responded softly as he carefully considered her explanation.

"I think that's why he was so happy to have you around, Goku-sa. He was lonely without a wife. But with you he had a family." Chichi turned to him with a smile that he immediately answered with one of his own. He had to admit, everything she mentioned sounded really nice. Despite being pretty good at it, he was never his happiest when he was alone. With Chichi, that would never happen again. She would be his single constant in an unpredictable life. It sounded like something he didn't realize he wanted before.

"I think it will be nice to have a family with you, Chichi."

Unable to keep her beaming smile from her face, she grabbed Goku's hand and replied earnestly, "I will be the best wife I can for you, Goku-sa!"

She was married in her mother's cheongsam, made of the finest red silk and embroidered nearly to the bottom hem with thread weaved with actual gold. The golden clasp at her neckline alone was worth a small fortune. And the cut of the dress was a delicate balance between traditional and daringly modern. It hugged her body tight and only the slit on the sides allowed her to walk. The outfit was completed with sparkling pins to keep her hair up, small gems set on her earlobes, and delicate red slippers on her feet.

She thought it was beautiful. And for a moment, she thought Goku felt so as well. He certainly looked his fill at her body during the ceremony. Later during the feast she found that he was more confused than seduced, saying "That doesn't look very practical to wear." She had been torn between being frustratingly upset or exasperatingly in agreement. But it was Goku after all. She had to remind herself that he valued things much differently than most men. Plus she was already becoming familiar with the extent of his lack of knowledge went it came to interpersonal and private matters. So, through the feeling of rejection, she bit her tongue. He didn't mean it in any way against her, she knew. But what would it take to turn his eye and find her attractive, as a wife should be to her husband?

Carefully hanging her mother's dress, wrapped in an airtight plastic case, in the closet of their new home together she found herself rethinking her plans for their wedding night. The lingerie some of the older ladies insisted she wear would most likely frighten or confuse her new husband. Besides, if she were to be honest, it was just an excuse she was using to not have to wear the thing. Even with the body of a well-toned martial artist, she felt too shy and inadequate to wear it with confidence. Maybe one day. But she was nervous enough as it was about her wedding night without the added pressure.

Chichi instead chose a pink silk robe to cover her body, clad underneath only in her underwear. She had to fight her instinct to wear more. But the thought of the act of removing each new layer just added to her anxiety. Besides, she trusted Goku. If ever there were a man to define 'goodness', it would be him. Even more than his seemingly inhuman strength, she loved him for his heart. There was no other man to whom she could give herself.

Speaking of, it was probably time to go check on Goku anyway. They split up to wash up for bed and last she saw of the warrior, he was setting the firewood in the coils of the soaker tub outside to build a bath for himself. She was impressed when she watched for herself as he carried the entire tub and coil system into their new backyard in the spot he thought was perfect. The sweet man even invited her in with him in the most innocent way. Maybe she should have accepted instead of shyly waving off his offer to allow her time to put away her mother's dress. But she chided herself at the time with the thought that maybe one day she may have a daughter to pass it down to because it needed to be carefully sealed.

"Goku-sa, are you – oh!" Nearly running herself into a bare chest of pure muscle, she felt the firm grip of his hands on her shoulders to steady her before she fell back.

"Hi, Chichi! You missed a great bath!" Standing with nothing more on than a towel wrapped low around his hips, he smiled at her completely unabashed. Despite the butterflies in her stomach feeling like they were doing a well-choreographed dance, she couldn't help the simultaneous reassurance in his simple joy.

"Maybe… next time I'll join you," she said softly, tearing her eyes aware from his exposed skin, feeling her own heat up in a blush.

"Yeah you should!"

When she realized that he seemed to be waiting on her for instructions of some kind, as he had been patiently doing all day, she timidly glanced up at him as she fiddled with the sash on her robe. "I suppose it's time, Goku-sa…"

"Time for what?"

"Time for… well… you know…"

"But I don't! What do we do next in this marriage thing?"

It took her a moment to blink through her disbelief. "For… consummating the marriage, Goku-sa." She could no longer make eye contact with any part of the man in front of him as her face burned all through her explanation. It was certainly frustrating and embarrassing having to explain and initiate all of these intimate rites of passage with him. "It's when we – uh – well… we're supposed to… um…"

"Is this when we're supposed to have sex?" Goku asked, arms crossed over his chest as he concentrated on remembering everything his friends had tried to explain to him.

With a gasp, dark brown eyes shot up at her husband. "So you do know? Oh thank god!"

With a bashful grin and a hand at the back of his head, he couldn't help but laugh a bit. "Well, I don't really understand it, to be honest. I mean, I think understand the basics of what's supposed to happen but nothing Master Roshi taught seems to be quite right with how mad it always made Bulma. And I certainly don't want you to be mad like that."

Feeling disheartened once again, she sighed to herself. Well, at least that explains why she couldn't seem to interest her husband in the more physical side of their brand new relationship yet. So while she no longer took it personally that she basically had to beg him to kiss her earlier that day, she was now presented with a tougher task. She was almost afraid to ask but she figured this would be the best way to build the foundation of what she obviously had to teach him. And the cruel irony of being a virgin herself and having to teach her own husband about the birds and the bees was not lost on her. "What exactly did he try to teach you?"

"Well Master Roshi has these magazines that they said were 'dirty' and it's full of naked women and 'naughty' stories. I learned that somehow naked bodies are supposed to be really interesting and private – though I'm not unsure of why. But I think that's why the girls always got mad when they found them, I guess. But he said sex was something pretty fantastic and I would understand why when I was older."

The new wife could almost feel a twitch develop in disturbed anger at the old man keeping such filth, let alone giving them to Goku, who she assumed was at the time a younger and even more innocent version of himself. Letting out slow breath to rid herself of that feeling, she nodded her head slowly at his confession. She tried her best not get flustered at his ignorance and instead focused on clearing up his confusion. She bit her lip in thought and mumbled, "Well… I suppose at least that much of what he said was true. Let me think of the best way to explain it…"

With a sudden jolt of inspiration, Chichi found herself taking her husband's hand in her own and leading him to sit down with her in their new living room, both completely forgetting their state of undress.

"I think I know how to best explain it! Ok, so you grew up in this wilderness, right?" After receiving his nod, knowing she had his full attention. "Do you know where baby animals come from? Birds, deer, rabbits?"

"Well, sure. Grandpa explained it to me once after I was chased down once by a bear during mating season. I interrupted them and they got pretty mad." Goku chuckled at the picture his wife made, her face caught between horror and hilarity.

After allowing herself a giggle and an eye roll – because of course that sounds like Goku – she continued with renewed hope. "Well, people also mate to make babies." Clearing her throat a bit, she could feel the skin of her face start to heat up at her own words. "But people also do it for pleasure… for bonding with the person they love. Sex is more than just mating for people."

With a trembling hand, she slowly reached toward her husband – swallowing down her nerves so she could retain eye contact. "Our bodies connect… here," she said softly, placing her hand just barely on his towel covering his manhood. "And… here." She finished by taking his hand and leading it to be placed between her thighs and over her robe. She could feel the ever-so-slight pressure of his fingers against her body there and she shuddered.

Letting out a shaky breath, she watched as Goku glanced down at his hand. She noticed that he failed to pull away – and she made no attempt to move him. "I-I don't know how good I'll be at instructing you… I've never done it before…" she ended in a whisper.

"It's your first time too?" Gentle black eyes met her own. When she nodded timidly, he began to smile. "Then we'll learn together."

He was so sure, so easygoing about it that she fell a little more in love with him. A beautiful smile broke out on her face as she realized that she wouldn't trade him for anything, as unconventional as he was.

"How should we start?" His level of excitement was downright adorable. His body inching closer to hers in enthusiasm, she found herself a bundle of nerves, her stomach jumping as if exposed to electrical currents.

"Well… I… uh… H-how about we start with a kiss?"

"I really like kissing, Chichi." His voice was a puff of hot air against her face. His arms were wrapped around her in such an inexperienced but enthusiastic fashion. She knew he wanted to touch her but wasn't sure enough of himself to explore further, feeling a hand in her hair and one on her thigh as they laid back on top of their large, soft futon. Though the young bride thought even if this was as far as they could get tonight, she would be satisfied.

Adjusting the grip she was surprised she had on his bicep, she licked her bottom lip, pulling it slightly into her mouth to taste what lingered of him there. "Y-you're really good at it."

There was a brief boyish smile on his face before he leaned in again to take her mouth in his. Feeling his lips take charge so tenderly, experimenting and exploring her own, sent a thrill down to her toes. He gently kissed and tugged on her lips, first the top then bottom. When he felt her sigh against him he pressed closer, slanting his mouth over hers with increased boldness and tasting deep within her with his tongue.

If he learned how to have sex half as good as he did with kissing, then the only thing she needed to worry about is if she'd ever be able to get out of bed! She felt her head bend back as her mouth opened more under his, inviting more of him. She felt so wanted, so desired. With a little more self-confidence, she pulled her body closer so she could feel the heat off his skin and through her robe. She was rewarded with a shudder of his body and a slight tremble in his breath.

Releasing her mouth with a wet pop of air, her husband pressed his face into the smooth skin of her neck. "Chichi, kissing you is making me… Well, my thing is hard. I've never had that happen with someone before."

Though she told herself to stop being surprised at his combination of innocence and forthright attitude, she couldn't help but feel heat rush to her cheeks at his confession. "Th-that's supposed to happen… Goku-sa, if you're not comfortable continuing…" The thought that he would push himself to finish this act with her out of a sense of obligation was something her heart just couldn't handle.

To her satisfaction, he thought about it for a moment as she felt his lips tasting portions of her neck. She had to bite back a shiver as she leaned her head back to give him more access. The last thing she wanted him to do was think she didn't welcome his exploration and attentions.

"I want to, Chichi." His voice, usually so cheerful and playful, resonated in a lower register against the column of her neck. It was husky, almost needy, and suddenly she felt this was no longer about her being the teacher. "But I want to make sure you're comfortable too."

They may not have been words of undying love, but his concern thrilled her. If he only desired pleasure of the flesh, he wouldn't concern himself about her feelings, right? "W-Well… Let's take it slow then."

Whispering his agreement against her skin, she felt her husband's calloused hand move nervously to the tie around her waist, which had been barely holding her robe closed with all of the moving they had been doing. "Can I touch you?"

Unable to voice her answer back, a delicate trembling hand reached down to help him untangle the knot. Then she felt his fingers very carefully take the sides of her underwear and slide them down her legs. She pulled her knees up slowly as he slipped it off her body to be dropped on the floor. Laying back flat on the bed, her face flushed with the thrill of excitement and a twinge of fear, she bit her lip and closed her eyes. She wasn't sure if she was ready to watch him as he looked at her bare body for the first time.

Up to this point in his life, Goku never understood sexual desire. Sure he had been taught about the act itself, though he hardly ever gave it his full attention, but he never could grasp the appeal. But as he gently lifted the silk away from his wife's skin, folding the sides of the robe back to reveal her body, he did experience a certain magnetic force that he hadn't in the past. There was some kind of drive inside him to know her in a way he considered before.

His fingertips gently brushed down the center of her chest to her navel. Her pale skin was incredibly soft and she had gentle curves in places where he was all hard angles. Her body was different – and fascinating. This was so much better than any of those magazines his master had tried in vain to get him interested in. As his fingers traced patterns along the flesh of her chest and stomach, he heard soft pants and whimpers coming from his wife.

"Are you ok, Chichi?"

"Mm-hm," she reassured him without eye contact. He watched her lick her lips while her fingers clenched into the bed sheets beneath her. He was worried that she might be in pain or scared, but he was surprised that his body was telling him otherwise. With every tremble or sigh from her, he felt his muscles tense in anticipation as blood rushed south to his member. Somehow she made him want something he hadn't experienced before. That particular part of his body only ever hardened like this from innocuous things: waking up in the morning, platonic touches when he would bathe himself, and other seemingly random events. He had even indulged in touching himself on a few occasions but it never felt truly satisfying or titillating. During those private moments, his body didn't feel the urges he experienced at simply seeing her, touching her. And as he had always been a curious fellow, he was not one to back down from something new.

She was so patient with him, during their week together before the marriage ceremony and everything up to now. And so far everything had proven to be well worth the education. And she was proving to become someone very important to him: his family. He only wanted to make this as special for her as possible.

"Tell me if I do something wrong, ok?"

"J-just touch me, Goku-saaah!" Her words were cut off in a gasp as he reached out to lay a hand over one of her breasts. He was starting to appreciate the signs of her pleasure and her sounds were definitely one of the easiest to learn. He then decided that sec must always be proceeded by lots of kissing.

Leaning over his wife, he tested the feel of her breast under his hand. The skin seemed even more delicate than the rest of her body and the texture was soft as he gave it a gentle squeeze. Chichi rewarded him with a sigh of enjoyment and he could feel the nipple harden under his palm. Maybe all of the guys were fascinated with breasts because of how sensitive they seemed to be for the women when they were touched, he figured. But he couldn't disagree that it felt pleasant from his side as well.

Lifting his hand from her chest, he decided to carefully touch the nipple between his fingers that had reacted so favorably to his touch. He smiled when he heard the anticipated whimper of approval and boldly decided to lean down and place his mouth over it instead. He wanted to be able to feel such softness against his lips and tongue. He kissed the underside of her breast and lingered there a moment. Then he lightly dragged his mouth up toward the erect nipple to give it a tentative lick.

"Oh!" She panted above him and he smiled. It was definitely gratifying to be able to affect her so.

"So soft…" He continued forward and wrapped his lips around the nipple to gently suck on it, savoring the taste of her skin. She panted softly as he tasted both of her breasts and enjoyed the feel of them against his rougher skin. Cupping both orbs in his hands in a careful hold, his mouth continued to taste and travel her skin – down her sternum, to her navel, and across the sensitive skin of her lower abdomen. He felt her muscles shudder as he licked his way down.

Suddenly stopping, he lowered his hands to grasp at her curved hips and he leaned himself back down to her body. Sniffing her lower stomach and dragging his nose against the heat of her skin he followed it down until – "Ahhhh! G-Goku-sa! W'what're you doing?"

He felt her small palms press against his forehead with nervous strength, as she halted his descent, his face pushed away. Did he mess up already?

"Did I do something wrong?"

"I-I just didn't… You c-can't just… That is…" Her cheeks were turning a charming shade of red that he rather liked – and he already learned not to tell her that she looked cute when she was angry or flustered. But it didn't stop the disappointment he felt.

"You smell different here. I wanted to learn more. Isn't this where I'm supposed to make you feel good?" He certainly remembered that this area is where girls and boys were the most different and this is where the 'action' took place. So what was he missing?

"I-It's just… a little embarrassing… for you to be so close…" She stumbled through her words, failing to remove her hands from his face as she kept him at a distance.

"Do you want me to stop?"

He watched as she cautiously lowered her hands from his face and clenched them tightly together against her chest. Without making eye contact with him, she shook her head. The young man was started to get confused by her mixed signals but she was no longer glaring at him or pushing him away.

"I promise to stop if you say so," he reassured her softly, not giving her time to respond before he settled back down on the bed, this time between her legs.

With a soothing tenderness, his large hands encouraged her thighs to relax, spreading them further apart to reveal her womanhood. Now he had seen a woman's private area before so nothing was shocking. But what he was enraptured by was the slickness of the dark pink tissue. This wetness, his nose told him, was were the scent was coming from. Without waiting for his memory to tell him if he knew anything about this part, his fingers reached out to stroke her with a feather-light caress. He heard Chichi moan in response and he smiled, rubbing his fingertips together to test the consistency of her lubrication.

Oh so that's what it was for! In awe of his wife's body, he turned his attention back to her nether region. Without hesitation he set his face closer and licked up her arousal. He heard her strangled gasp and felt the fingers of one of her hands grip his shoulder. He had really only meant to explore her body and find what he was supposed to do to pleasure her. But now he found that merely exploring was arousing her – and best of all, in turn, aroused him. Maybe he wouldn't be so bad at this, after all.

Goku went back to work, tasting and licking his wife. He drew patterns with his tongue around the soft petals that surrounded her center before carefully nibbling on them with his lips, careful to keep his teeth away from the soft tissue. He listened with bated breath with every new area he would touch, listening for her desire or displeasure with his attentions to commit it to memory. When he reached near the top of her delicate region, he found that the inner lips formed together to create a small hood that covered a small, round nub of tissue. Tentatively pressing the tip of his tongue to it, he was shocked to hear her let out a delightful moan. This special area must have been even more sensitive than the rest! He wrapped his lips around it and began to suck and lick at the elusive button. His wife's body immediately tensed up like a bow pulled taut and her fingers wove into his messy hair.

"Too much! Goku-sa!"

Releasing the intimate suction, he whispered an apology into her skin before using his tongue to softly tease instead. The fingers in his hair relaxed a bit from their original tight grip as he felt his wife return to her gradual climb of ecstasy. Between her sounds, her smell, the feel of her skin, he was becoming painfully hard against the futon underneath him. Now he understood the feeling of pent up passion and the urge to satisfy it.

But it was their first time and he promised to take it slow. Bringing his fingers up, he lightly stroked her opening, slicking her wet arousal around it in preparation. Ever so carefully he slipped his middle finger into her tight canal. He could feel Chichi tense up at the intrusion but managed to keep her distracted enough with his lips and tongue working on her. Feeling her hot, wet core surrounding a single finger was enough to make him shudder with intense desire that took him by surprise. How was he supposed to fit in here exactly? And once he did, how was he supposed to last? He certainly was not prepared for how good she would feel against him.

With incredible patience and willpower, the dark-haired man set a slow, calm pace as he rocked his finger back and forth inside her, rubbing against her upper wall with the pad of his finger. Keeping his mouth against her, kissing her swollen lips and nub as he went, he started to feel something building within his wife. The heady liquid her body produced seeped out around his finger and she no longer seemed to be holding herself back. There were no hands stopping him and the exhilarating gasps and moans from her mouth begged him for more. Removing his middle finger from her body, he spread more of her wetness onto his index finger before pushing both back into her. Her body was much more receptive this time as he realized it was adjusting to him.

"G-Goku-sa! I'm-!" Chichi panted hotly, suddenly reaching down to grab onto her husband. "I-I think I'm-!"

Interpreting her clutching hands as a request, he pulled his whole body up against hers, keeping his fingers tucked deep inside. He replaced his mouth with the thumb of his hand against the sensitive button, stroking it delicately in slow rhythm with his fingers. As his face passed her chest, he stopped momentarily to kiss her breasts before settling against her neck to kiss and nibble the skin under her ear.

He felt her arms wrap around his neck and torso. He wanted to feel so much more of her. He wanted to finish with her. He wanted to see her face. He wanted everything.

"T-touch me too, Chichi." It was a low, hot command/plea against her cheek when he removed the hand she wrapped around his midsection and guided her to his painfully needy member. He felt no fear or anxiety about his first time having someone's hands on him like this. Not with his wife. The only thing he felt was desire.

And Goku finally understood.

His little wife was too caught up in her body's trembling as her orgasm neared to hesitate at his soft demand. It was both relieving and insanely exhilarating to finally feel her soft palm and lithe fingers take hold of him, giving his manhood inexperienced but pleasing strokes. He leaned his body slightly against his arm that was still stimulating her between her legs, pressing a little more into her, as he started thrusting his hips into her hand. And when he felt her back arch, her legs shake, her knees squeeze against his hips, and watched as her face morphed into the most erotic expression he'd ever seen, he lost it. The tightness that developed in his lower back and loins released as he erupted into her hand and over her stomach and chest.

Both of their bodies shook with release as they came down from their first climax together. His body felt like it was made of jelly as he collapsed, partially on the woman beneath him as he tried to steer to his side. He fought the urge to sleep as he mentally chastised himself for his poor stamina. But as his dark eyes connected with the delightfully hazy and completely contented brown of his wife as they grinned at each other, he figured this kind of 'training' might be his favorite.

It wasn't long after that when they finally joined their bodies. When they finally crossed that milestone together, it was with full acceptance and understanding of their union. Chichi would not have traded it for the world. Her husband had somehow taught himself how to be an amazing and receptive lover and Chichi managed to set aside her modesty enough to enjoy openly pleasuring him as well. And to her, even the moments when they both had to laugh at their clumsiness were precious memories to her. That was her Goku, the man she loved since childhood.

Waking up with him sprawled across their futon was one of her favorite parts of the day. She was pretty sure he was never awake enough to realize it, but whenever she would kiss his cheek and slip out of bed, his arm would reach for her to try and pull her back. Some mornings he was quicker than her.

Of course, one of her least favorite parts of the morning was having to brush out the tangles in her hair. After the rather physically active time spent with her husband in bed, she'd often fall asleep immediately without time to tend to her hair. She was pretty sure that she'd have to start pulling it back at night or risk damaging it.

That wasn't the only way her routine had changed. Being Goku's wife for the span of a few short weeks, she already developed the habit of waking up early in the morning to prepare breakfast for him. She realized pretty quickly that he'd leave the house without a meal altogether if she wasn't awake before him. And while she appreciated everything he would do – gather firewood, clear trees around the house for her garden, catch fish for lunch, etc. – she felt like an unworthy wife if she didn't at least feed him well first. Though, she did love that smile he would give upon arriving home to find a meal set out on the table for him.

"This looks great, Chichi!" He was practically bouncing with excitement as he made his way into the kitchen, barely remembering to kick his shoes off at the door.

With bright eyes and a contented smile that belied her supposed annoyance, she waved a ladle threateningly at her husband. "You better wash up before you sit at the table!"

He nearly tripped over his own feet as he halted himself from pulling out the chair. Sending her a wink, he turned in the opposite direction to go wash up.

"Goku-sa!" the little wife projected her voice out as she began to dish up the remaining pieces of the meal. "We're going to have to take a trip to the grocer's. I don't think we were well prepared for the size of your appetite." Their home had been stocked with fresh meat, produce, and other cooking essentials which should have lasted them their entire first month, enough time to enjoy the honeymoon period, however she had been stocked to find that the only thing they hadn't run out of yet was rice, water, and the nonperishables. She honestly thought that he would eat them out of house and home in the future if it weren't for the large garden plot that they had started preparing. Hopefully, their main staples would be provided off the land.

"Aw but I don't want to go into town…" He somehow managed to whine while excitedly sitting down to the table and stacking his plate with food.

"Well, then at least I won't have to cook you meals for a while."

His eyes jerked up from his food in a panic, his mouth full. "Wah?! Buh ah wuf er foo!"

Chichi raised an eyebrow at his unmannerly attempt at conversation. "Don't talk with your mouth full." She sighed as he quickly slurped up what was left in his chopsticks and then, after just a few cursory chews, swallowed it all.

"I have an idea! Let's go fishing together later! We can catch what we need to eat for at least the rest of the week!"

And with a grin like that aimed only at her, she couldn't help but to concede.

If they were going to be fishing, Chichi couldn't figure out why her husband didn't have a fishing pole with him. They strolled together on a well-beaten footpath in the forest not far from their home toward a river-fed lake that Goku promised would be well worth the walk. And as eager as he was to leave the house, she didn't even have time to throw together a bag of items that they might need – no blanket to sit on, no bait or lures, no bucket for any fish caught, nothing!

Before she had the time to formulate her question about how they were going to go about this, her husband paused just long enough to grin at her. "Race ya to the lake!" And then he darted away from her at breakneck speed to the lake she assumed was just beyond the curved path in front of them. She could see the bright sun reflecting off the water's surface between the trees.

"Goku-sa! What in the world are you doing?!"

Her husband blinked over at her as he threw his shirt off, his hands already untying the sash at his waist that kept his pants up. "I'm getting in the water…?"

"What?! No! I mean why are you getting undressed?" She couldn't even bring herself to step closer to him or the lake until she got her bearings for what was happening.

"Well, I don't want my clothes to get wet." And he smiled at her like she should have known that answer before continuing to strip down to his skin. She averted her eyes in modesty while he piled all of his clothing and shoes together under a tree before jumping into the water.

This man she married, what was she to do with him? Of all the men on the planet, she had to fall in love with a nutcase.

"C'mon in the water, Chi. It's really fun and feels good." He leaned on his muscular arms, keeping most of his body under water, and stared at his wife. She had kept completely dressed, dry, and several feet from the water. And for some reason, he really wanted to remedy that.

"No."

"There's nothing in here that will attack you. I'll protect you, I promise." He grinned with that boyish charm she had a hard time denying. But then again, he was asking her to get naked in the middle of the forest to skinny-dip with him.

"No! Are you crazy?! I am not getting naked out here!"

"Huh? But why? I've already seen yo-"

"That's not the point!" She yelled while covering her beet-red face. "We're outside and anyone could see!"

Tilting his head to the side, halfway between amusement and bafflement. "There's no one around for miles so I don't see why-"

"I said no!"

He watched her fidget for a while before standing up, brushing off her clothes, and angrily stomping away, all the while mumbling angrily to herself about 'finding something else to do while her husband played like a child.' Goku smiled, besotted despite her refusal, and watched her walking the edge of the lake away from him. He knew he'd eventually get her to swim with him. It was just a matter of time.