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“Wow, that was delicious honey!” Goku said, rubbing his full belly at the dining table.
“Thanks! It’s funny, even with both of my babies out of the house, I still don’t feel like the amount of food I make has gone down,” Chichi replied, raising an eyebrow at her husband, and causing him to break out in a blush.
Goku had made more frequent trips back to Mount Paozu since Goten had gone to college, and on occasion, brought Chichi back with him to Uub’s village. The villagers loved those days, as they knew that they would have the opportunity to enjoy the cooking of “Master Goku’s Wife.”
Chichi loved preparing for her visits, as keeping her “cooking enough to feed a whole army” skills up to date distracted her from her footsteps being the only sounds echoing in the walls of their house.
Goku’s eyes followed her every curve, snugly fitting in her slimming pink cheongsam, as she gathered their plates and brought them over to the sink. During the times they were apart, once her chores were all done or Pan was at school, Chichi had managed to keep up her training, and Goku frequently had to stop himself from saying “damn…” as she floated around the house with her taut arms and toned thighs.
Chichi could feel his eyes boring into her. Flattering as it was, she still had a mountain of dishes to get through, so she quickly ushered him outside into the late September air to do his post-meal workout. Goku enjoyed training outdoors, so he was keen to take up as many of the last opportunities to do so before the weather turned.
It wasn’t in the Saiyan’s nature to be much of a show-off, but ever since the moment he proposed to Chichi, he loved impressing her with his martial arts skills. Between his stretches and kicks and muscle flexes, he would sneak glances at his wife through the kitchen window, and she would coyly pretend to be occupied with her dishwashing. But Goku wasn’t fooled, her cheeks turning the same shade as her cheongsam always gave her away.
Eyes on her soapy cutlery, Chichi shook her head with quiet amusement. She was deep in thought as her husband moved his body with remarkable strength and vitality, despite his advancing years. Vegeta had told her and Bulma that it was because Saiyans had evolved such that they only felt the effects of aging once they reached their eighties.
To the naked eye, Goku hardly looked much older than their eldest son, but for someone who had studied him as closely as Chichi had, she saw his deepening laugh lines every time he chuckled at her. To her, he grew more handsome with each day, and as he continued to push his body to its limits in these times of peace, he was only continuing to bulk up.
Chichi definitely had no complaints there, but she did sometimes wonder if Goku saw her the same way. She kept herself trim, and stretched to remain limber, but couldn’t deny that her greying roots and tired eyes made her feel mildly insecure. It was only human of her to feel that way, especially when waking up next to her alien, practically divine husband. Nevertheless, while others would prefer to wish away the crowns of their years, Chichi was determined to age gracefully, trusting in her husband’s love to sustain her.
“Hey!” Goku stunned his wife as he appeared at the window.
“Hey yourself,” she replied sweetly.
“Come spar with me!”
“I’m still busy,” she said, gesturing to her everlasting pile.
“They’re not going anywhere!”
“But Goku…”
“Don’t make me come and get ya!”
With a playful eyeroll, Chichi dried her hands and headed outdoors. She inhaled the fresh Mount Paozu air and enjoyed the feel of their front lawn on the soles of her feet.
“No shoes huh? Sounds like you’re taking this seriously,” Goku noted.
“Wouldn’t be your wife if I didn’t,” she winked.
Goku let out a low growl as Chichi began her preparatory stretches, clearly facing away from him for a reason. Her leg peeking out of the slit of her dress, her arched back, and sly glances over her shoulder as she flicked her ponytail told Goku all he needed to know. His lady knew what she was doing.
“Ready?” Chichi asked as she bowed forward with her palms touching.
“Born ready,” Goku smirked as he mirrored her.
As expected, Chichi was the first to strike as Goku dodged and blocked with finesse. He loved the sound of her emphatic grunts as she came at him full force, but it was still all too easy for him.
He continued to indulge her in their pas-de-deux of power, being sure to graze her smooth skin with a light touch, giving her the sense that she was at least making contact.
Chichi knew that she was no match for his strength, but there were other ways to win. With her delicate athleticism, Chichi was an expert in putting the “art” in martial arts.
She lunged at him with an uppercut that he swerved to the side, only for her to catch him with a spinning back kick to the abdomen. Admittedly, that hurt her more than him as her foot had connected to his impenetrable abs, but using her ki control, she was able to run up his torso and slide her legs on his shoulders, poised to take him down with a rotating scissor move. Unfortunately for her, it was Goku’s turn now. To her shock, he gripped her round derriere and held her in place in front of his face.
Chichi gasped as she looked down at him and he returned her surprise with a devious grin, licking his lips. Uh oh, she thought, realising that her husband was probably already hungry after lunch. With a tough yank on his spikes, she weakened him enough to be able to wriggle out of his tight grasp, bend over backwards, and backflip back onto her feet.
“Ow honey…” Goku winced, rubbing his head.
“Are you alright?” she asked, concerned as she walked towards him.
Chichi lifted her hands to reach around the back of his head, but in a split second, Goku raised a mischievous eyebrow at her, seized her waist, and drew their bodies together.
“Better now,” he said smugly.
He leaned into her, shutting his eyes an inch away from her lips, but he suddenly felt her hands slide down his chest to his abs. Unexpectedly, the bewitchingly flexible Chichi slipped into a front split, her foot jetting between his legs like a train through a tunnel. With her hands on his hips and her face to his crotch, Goku’s mind went to one place alone.
…But Chichi was still in fighting mode. She dragged her front leg over the grass to her opponent’s heel, tripping him up, and with a yelp, he hit the ground. Satisfied, the victor pinned him on his back with a firm hand.
“Had enough yet?” She taunted.
“Never.”
Goku tucked a stray hair behind her ear, holding her head to prevent her from playing any more tricks on him, and brought her mouth to his. The pair of them moaned in concert, and Goku increased the intensity of his kiss as he rolled Chichi onto the grass.
He ran his hand down her cream-coloured arm, his index finger tickling her skin until his palm settled on her midriff. Her pulse rose as he launched his tongue inside her mouth and began fervently circling the inside of her cheek. It was only once Goku’s hand attempted to travel under her top that she pulled away, pushing him off of her.
“Chichi…” He whinged.
“I still need to finish my dishes,” she replied, breathlessly.
“Come on babe, you can do that later. We have all the time in the world,” Goku said as he leaned back into her, but Chichi held him back as she sat upright.
“I’m not some silly young girl who will do anything with you outside like this. Now go and get us some firewood.”
“I’ve got your wood right here…”
“Keep that thing down!”
Defeated, Goku began playing with a few blades of grass while she rose to her feet. Swinging her hips as she headed back to their house, Chichi smiled to herself as Goku stilled the doubts she had about him desiring her. Opening their front door, she stood in the doorway and flashed him a wink and a quick pout of her lips before vanishing inside.
“Damn…” Goku muttered under his breath.
As Chichi continued to work through her never-ending chore, Goku headed into the forest. She heard the sound of a tree falling in the distance, remembering the age-old philosophical question as her husband was likely the cause. Her guess was correct, as within minutes, Goku came strolling back towards their front lawn with a decades old tree trunk slung on his broad shoulder. He was quick to catch Chichi’s eye, keen to see if she was picking up on his “big tree energy.”
He showcased his strength like a peacock exhibiting its feather mosaic, tossing his find to the ground, and shaking what felt like the entire Mount Paozu in the process. That got Chichi’s attention.
“Be careful Son Goku! I’m trying to wash these dishes, not break them!”
“Sorry honey!” he said, nervously giggling and scratching the back of his head.
He picked up the trunk again ready to cut it into fuel for their fireplace, but from the corner of his eye, he could see that his bride was secretly eyeing him while biting her lip.
…Game on.
This was his chance to finish what he started. He could tell his display of strength was doing it for her, and he knew what it would take to push her over the edge. There was a little trick he’d been able to do since he was a child, and if he executed it right, Chichi wouldn’t be able to resist him.
He speedily chopped the trunk into seven equally sized cylinders with his bare hands, launching the roots and branches from the edges in the direction of the forest. The sound of the offcuts zooming through the air caused Chichi to momentarily suspend her activity and watch her husband’s show.
Goku arranged the remaining cylinders in a line and gave his audience a wave.
“This one’s for you Chichi!” He called.
Yelling majestically, he flung the cylinders in the air in quick succession, then with a flying kick, he blasted through them, each of them breaking into six pieces of perfectly cut firewood. He grinned at his wife as the logs fell into seven perfect pyramid piles behind him.
“Whaddaya think babe?!”
“Sorry, did you say something dear?” Chichi teased.
‘Nice try,’ Goku thought to himself. Chichi had clearly presumed that the scent of the washing up liquid was masking it, but he could smell her desire from a mile away. With her cheeks rouged and a naughty smile on her face, Goku knew that the battle was already won.
“She’s mine.” He snickered.
Moments passed and Goku entered their house carrying six pieces of wood over to the fireplace. Suddenly he appeared behind her with two fingers to his forehead, startling her into dropping her wooden spoon in the sink.
“Goku, what did I say?” She stated firmly.
“I’m sorry,” he said, handing the spoon back to her.
Chichi resumed scrubbing it with her brush, but before she knew it, her husband’s palm had appeared in front of her.
“…Chichi, I think I have a splinter in my hand.”
His wife’s mild annoyance turned to worry in an instant at her dear husband’s plight, and a hint of guilt graced her thoughts knowing that it was due to the job she gave him.
“Oh, my poor guy, let me take a look.”
She switched off the tap and made sure her hands were dry enough to help him with his dilemma. As Chichi held his hand and scanned it for a rogue piece of tree bark, she felt the warmth radiating from his body behind her.
“There’s nothing there,” she declared upon inspection.
“…Ya got me.”
Goku’s palm increased in size as he moved it towards her face. Caressing her chin and turning her face towards him, she stared into the kind, onyx windows to his innocent soul. Beaming, Chichi left a short peck on his cheek, and returned to her dishes.
“Chichi…”
His tone was like a low whisper of a whine, sending shivers down her spine as he tangled his fingers in her raven ponytail, guiding her visage back towards him. Closing his eyes, Goku hummed with contentment as his wife finally welcomed his loving kiss.
Chichi laughed at his lips as he toyed with her tresses, she always felt cute when he did that. One day when her fringe began to grow out and she tied her locks up in a low ponytail during farming, Goku told her that he liked her hair like that. He said it reminded him of when he proposed to her. It may have just been a throwaway comment, but it helped Chichi to stay practical and feel beautiful. Just the way Goku liked her.
Goku’s free hand dared to venture towards the slit in Chichi’s cheongsam, and as he began to lift it, she slapped his hand away and broke their kiss.
“Chichi…” He began again. “You know better than to do that if you’re trying to stop me.”
And she did. The lines between fighting and flirting had been blurred between the pair since the day they met, but Chichi still had work to do.
“I’m not finished here,” she said as resolutely as she could muster.
But the Saiyan’s wife lacked conviction, however. She reached out for the tap but paused mid-air, before silently resting her hands on the edge of the sink. Breathing deeply, she avoided the knowing eyes of the man whose warm breath tickled her cheek. Her heart pounded and her ki level began to spike more and more as Goku leaned into her ear. She wanted him, and just like he did with the logs outside, Goku was about to break through her façade.
“It’s alright, I’ve got you honey.” He whispered.
Her breath hitched as Goku began to make good use of the easy access to her core that her outfit provided, massaging his precious bride’s clit in her panties. Sighing with relief, Chichi humped his hand in tandem.
“That’s better, huh.” He said.
“Yes…”
Chichi rested against Goku’s front as he smooched the top of her head, her neck, and her exposed shoulder as his fingers continued to work on her.
“I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the last time it was just us,” Goku eventually spoke.
“What do you mean…”
“Like before our kids.”
“Oh, we were practically just kids ourselves then. You worked…fast,” she chuckled breathily.
“I can still work fast now.”
He accelerated his digits’ movements inside her.
“Kami…” Chichi cursed under her breath.
“Now, I love our boys, but maybe it would have been nice to have more than just a year alone with you.”
“Yeah…more time without having to s-sneak around…” she breathed.
“Exactly. I guess I was just too young and dumb to realise back then, just how…sexy you are,” he growled lustfully, making Chichi tremble.
“I was a pretty young thing…then.” She sighed.
“Chichi. I said…are.”
Goku fused her mouth with his before she could respond. But where words failed, actions took over. She reached behind her and dug out her husband’s manhood from his pants, and with a grunt he pumped his baton in her hand as he raced to gratification.
They just fit together.
The rollercoaster that had been their marriage had its ebbs and flows, but their touch and the joy that brought was only ever on an upward trajectory. They knew how to squeeze and stroke and apply the right amount of power to please each other in an otherworldly manner.
It wasn’t long before Chichi bit down on her husband’s bottom lip as her sacred satisfaction gushed all over his hand. Goku yelped as she trapped his member in her clutches, letting her strength overpower him as he loved her to do.
Heaving, Chichi felt her lover’s fingers find their way into her mouth, and she sucked, relishing in the honour of Goku sharing his food with her.
After helping himself to a double dose of his wife’s elixir, Goku wrapped his arms around her petite waist and basked in the freedom and peace he felt in their undisturbed, secluded home. In this moment, nothing and no one else mattered other than the precious jewel he had the pleasure of sharing his life with.
They nuzzled each other in silence until Chichi realised that only she came, and her two-person relay race still hadn’t crossed the finish line. She felt something long, hard, and familiar rubbing up against her back, and its owner exhaling deeply with anticipation.
“…You really want me like this?” She asked.
“Like what?”
“You know…old.”
“You’re kidding me, right? You’re so hot, old!”
With a grateful giggle, Chichi gazed upon her husband whose features continued to drink from the fountain of youth. It was the same face that always made her feel like she was catching her breath, and that didn’t stop as he took her lips in a kiss.
Still delighting in Goku’s sweet embrace, she turned to look out on their beloved Mount Paozu, swaying slowly to the music in her mind.
“You’re such a GILF…” Goku sighed as he nudged her cheek with his nose.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“…Grandma I’d like to fuck.”
“Language! Where did you learn that?!” She questioned with indignation.
“Overheard Goten’s friends once.”
“They called me that?!”
“Yeah, Goten nearly went Super Saiyan.”
“As he should! Doesn’t it bother you too?!”
“Nah,” he smirked. “…Because I’m the one who gets to do it.”
Chichi gasped as he lifted up the back of her cheongsam, pulled down her underwear, and entered her from behind. Once over the shock, she cleared a space by shoving the outstanding dishes on her kitchen countertop into the sink, the sound of ceramic and splashing water accompanying her taking in his cock like it had nowhere else to go.
At the beginning stages of their marriage, sex was an iterative learning process for the couple, but after loving each other for around thirty years at this point, any awkwardness about their likes had faded into oblivion. The strong martial artists that they were may have seemed innocent on the outside, but they both enjoyed getting a little rough almost as much as their tender lovemaking.
Goku began pounding her with unrivalled alacrity, pushing her forward as he drilled her into the next dimension. Chichi groaned as he held her head down on the counter with his large hand, practically drooling on the surface as he sent shockwave after shockwave though her body with his rock-hard rod.
“Now, Honey, I just read your mind, but I need to hear you tell me what you want.”
“Goku…” she whimpered.
“Say it, Chichi.” He commanded.
“P-Pull my hair…”
“Good girl.”
Goku granted her wish and tugged her towards him, her ponytail imprisoned by his fist. With heavy breaths, Goku locked his other arm around her waist, jamming his hardness into her, and filling her as her back banged against his front with every thrust.
“Say something dirty to me…” Chichi heaved.
“The dishes…”
“Not funny! That’s your f-fault!”
“I wasn’t finished. The dishes…I’m gonna help you with them.”
“OH, GOKU!” she howled.
He was already demolishing her with his dick, but now he was arousing her with chores?! He knew her too well, and she folded instantly. Her thick thighs tensed around his manhood as she creamed it with her icing, squeezing around him with a pleasure-filled yell.
“…Fuck.” Goku murmured, crumbling in his wife’s suction.
He was close to coming undone, but Chichi’s still slightly grass-stained foot pushed against his thigh, unsheathing him from her.
“I’m sorry!!! I didn’t mean to curse!” Goku panicked.
But his alarm came prematurely as Chichi flipped over and jumped onto the countertop. After flicking her panties off her ankle, she spread her legs in the air as she displayed her flexibility for the second time that day.
“Get back in here!” She demanded.
“Yes ma’am!”
Goku lodged himself inside his wife’s insatiable pussy with haste. Grunting as he ploughed her, he hooked one of her legs on his shoulder and licked her muscly calf, her body a quivering doll in his hold as she lay back on the counter. He rammed her like there was no tomorrow, slipping his hand under her top and clasping her breast, stimulating her entire being. He was more than nourishing her hunger for him.
“Tell me what you’re gonna do…” she begged.
“W-Whaddaya mean? You want it in the back? I guess I could use some of the butter in the fridge-”
“No!”
Chichi immediately sat up straight and plunged her tongue in his mouth with a passionate kiss. Goku could only moan as she hung her arms around his neck and rode his stick like the expert she was.
“I meant with my dishes!” She cried.
“Oh! Ok, umm…I’m gonna wash?”
“Yes…Go on...”
Chichi picked up the pace in response, bucking her hips and making her husband throw his head back, overwhelmed.
“Kami…” He whimpered. “I’m gonna…rinse!”
“Yes!”
Chichi burrowed her face into the open top of his gi and latched onto his nipple, sucking him relentlessly as the description of his tasks drove her wild. He yelped as she wrestled with his tip, refusing to release her chew toy as he quaked inside her.
“Babe I…I’m gonna…” he paused as his mind buffered, “…oh yeah, dry!”
“I’m WET!” She yelled.
They were both close, and it was time for Goku to deliver the finishing blow. He lifted up her face towards him, aligning their eyes with each other, and lowered his voice into the “key of climax.”
“And then I’m gonna…put ‘em away.” He sneered.
“And I’m gonna COME!!!” She wailed.
“DO IT!”
After some deeply penetrating thrusts, Goku slammed her body against his as he unloaded his cum into her, bellowing her name with a noise that rang out through their empty house. Their fluids combined as they stilled, and Chichi rested her head on his bare chest, panting in recovery.
Goku stayed inside her as he laid her back on the counter, wordlessly regaining his breath.
“I love you. Always.” He said finally.
“I love you too. Always.”
Chichi kissed him tenderly, wrapping her limbs around him as his hulking arms comforted her. Their melodic moans were like a symphony of love, brought to its coda as she eventually pulled their bodies apart.
Goku redressed as Chichi hopped back onto the ground, readjusted her clothing, and headed for their hallway.
“Where are you going?” He asked.
“To take a bath.”
“Oh.”
“And you’re coming too.”
“Alright!”
He ran after her, until she stopped him with a palm to his pecs.
“After you finish those dishes,” she smirked.
Goku was about to protest, but his face dropped, recognising that she had him dead to rights in the trap of his own making.
“…Okay.”
“That’s my man,” she cheekily patted him. “Tick tock Goku, time waits for no one and I’m coming out as soon as I start to raisin!”
Her ponytail slapped his face as she turned on her heels and departed for their bathroom. Goku’s eyes were fixed on her dancing hips, mesmerising him until she disappeared from view. He shook his head in disbelief at the smoke show that was his forever love, as only one word could accurately express his feelings.
“…Damn.”