This chapter is dedicated to Elianni who pm'd me asking if I had abandoned the story, I didn't! I love all your reviews and encouragement, there was just things in my life that stopped me for the moment and I lost this chapter after I actually finished it and I didn't want to rewrite it. I think it was a sign because I wasn't feeling so great about it anyway and shouldn't give you less than the best of my ability. Nevertheless, after rereading your wonderful reviews, I knew I had to get off my lazy ass and write it.

Give thanks and credit to Nikkie23534 for the awesome suggestion in this chapter with Goku and ChiChi. I was laughing so hard at the thought of it to the point I needed to incorporate it! Elianni and Nikkie23534 really helped me with the writer's block for this chapter. I've been writing more scenes to put together in the future, we just have to get the ball rolling now!

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Chapter 3

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When Your Wife Is An Undercover Freak

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ChiChi was always stressed out.

Whether it be with the fact her loving husband was always off on another planet doing Kami knows what, or the fact that he took their beautiful child with him! She had seen every Galactic MMA match Goku and Gohan has ever fought in and she was always there to clean the wounds of her boys after every match they held on Earth. She was there the first time Goku lost and she was there the first time Gohan won. Always in the background biting her nails down to the skin, ChiChi was always stressed.

Obviously she knew going into this marriage, that this is what she had to deal with. Goku took Galactic MMA very seriously and made that clear on their first night as a married couple when instead of rocking her world, he was down on the floor doing push ups.

Sometimes she felt he loved fighting more than he loved her. Sometimes she felt he never wanted a wife or a family. When he was gone, some nights she use to spend crying in bed, heavily regretting ever meeting such a man and contemplating a divorce and other nights she stayed up to watch his match on TV and felt the overflowing joy of being married to a man so powerful and wonderful as him. But she was only woman.

And a woman has needs, damnit!

Needs that went unsatisfied for months. Of course- with the aid of Bulma's knowledge- ChiChi had learned the wonders of self discovery and imagination. But it wasn't enough! Nothing was better than the real thing (except sitting on a washer...that rivaled the real thing sometimes) and she craved the beautiful work of art the Kamis had bestowed a man between his legs and she wanted that item, that beautiful item right then and now.

ChiChi had shooed Gohan out the house for a while to go train in the backyard or the GR and ushered Goku to their bedroom. They shed their clothes without delay and ChiChi all but screamed halleluiah when she felt him ease inside of her. She was sitting on his lap and straddling him as he latched onto one of her breast. His hand pushed her back towards him to arch her back as he lavished her breast while the other gripped one of her cheeks and roughly assisted her in moving up and down on his length. ChiChi gripped his hair as she felt his hot tongue tracing her nipple and whimpered in pleasure at the feeling of his teeth dragging against her tender flesh.

Goku was as hungry as ever. His beast stomped around in its cage happily as he took his mate. It had been a while since he and ChiChi made love and it was becoming really hard to ignore his primal urges. Whenever he felt lust, he worked out. Whenever he fantasized about ChiChi naked, making dinner, he worked out. It felt good to exercise his urges in the appropriate way.

They broke apart to switch positions and ChiChi found herself on her knees. The Saiyan had lowered himself into her and took on a moderate tempo.

"Oh Goku," She moaned in satisfaction. "I love you."

Goku had a goofy grin. "I love you too, Cheech."

Just then, his phone began to vibrate next to him. ChiChi's demeanor quickly soured at the thought of him answering the phone during their love making session. She heard Goku pick the phone up from their dresser while still keeping tempo.

"Don't you dare answer that." She spat with venom. Goku winced at that tone of voice and knew it spelled trouble for him. He didn't want to go up against ChiChi, but this was also business. He glanced down at the screen and raised his eyebrows at the caller id.

"But...But...It's Vegeta!" He whined like a child.

"And?" ChiChi rolled her eyes.

"He never calls me! It must be important."

"I swear to Kami, Goku, if you think you're just going to talk on the phone while we're making love-!" Goku half listened as he brought his fingers to his mouth and heavily coated his fore and middle finger with his saliva before reaching over to rub vigorous circles in her bundle of nerves. Her growls of anger had quickly turned into mewls of pleasure. Goku swiped to answer while ChiChi bit the pillow to quell her moans, angrily cursing and encouraging him.

"Yes?" He grunted mid thrust, making sure to pepper ChiChi's shoulder blade with kisses before putting the phone back to his ear.

"Kakarot, where are you? This is a fucking disaster-"

"I'm at home." Goku answered but he doubted Vegeta heard him.

"- And the bitch stole my wallet! Do you know the amount of cash I had on all my cards? Let alone, inside the wallet itself!"

Goku had began to quicken his thrust to ChiChi's utter pleasure. He set the phone on speaker and dropped it amongst the sheets in order to maintain his ministration on his wife's clit and massaged her breast before tweaking a harden nipple. "Sounds awful, Vegeta-"

"Are you coming to the gym? I need someone to take these frustrations out on." Vegeta was losing his patience.

Goku looked down at the woman beneath him. ChiChi had just climbed down from her orgasm and Goku had pulled out to allow her to recover but he was pushed back onto the bed as ChiChi climbed towards him with a predatory look in her eyes. Goku quickly grasped the phone and shifted it back to his ear.

"I can't.. kinda busy." He stared wide eyed as Chichi wrapped her dainty hand around the shaft of his member and slowly stroked him, her mouth hovering above his tip. Goku's eyes widened even more in anticipation, he could feel the ghost of her breath fanning against his hot flesh.

"What can you possibly be doing that is more important?" Vegeta growled in disbelief.

Goku's throat went dry. "...Some...Something.." He croaked. Goku had to restrain himself from groaning in pleasure as ChiChi swirled her tongue around his tip, teasing him in a way that drove him crazy. She trailed the tip on her tongue down his shaft before pressing it fully against him as she licked back towards the top as if she was licking a long ice cream cone. Goku didn't want to cum right then and there because he knew ChiChi would get mad if his semen got in her hair again. His breathing grew heavy without intention and it wasn't missed by the person on the other line.

Vegeta listened to the background for the first time and he heard the slippery sound of licks and lapping and Goku's labored breathing and restrained grunts. His brow furrowed angrily. "What the fuck am I listening to? Kakarot! You better not be doing what I think you're doing! YOU DITCHED US FOR SOME HEAD?!"

Goku half listened to his friend's rant as his hand fell from his ear. ChiChi happily took the phone and ended the call. She allowed the cellphone to fall on the side of the bed as she began to take Goku wholly into her mouth.

The great Saiyan was losing his resolve as he gripped ChiChi's hair with just enough force to encourage her instead of hurt her.

Her head bobbed up and down and he felt her hot tongue slide against his flesh.

"Cheech, you're amazing." He ground out roughly and lolled his head back in ecstasy as he felt himself release into her mouth, groaning in satisfaction. He had a dazed goofy grin as he came down his orgasm, thinking about the fact he had never came in ChiChi's mouth before and upon recognizing his error, he hastily snapped up to see ChiChi's mouth still on his member, but he saw the muscles in her neck tense up before relaxing.

Realization dawned on him that ChiChi had just swallowed his essence. He felt nervous that she was going to lash out at him for something she may find utterly disgusting and out of her character. She slowly lifted her head and met his gaze, her face unreadable. Goku was breaking out in cold sweat as he saw a small remnant of his essence seep from the corner of her mouth. He slowly reached to wipe it away but was taken severely aback when he saw her tongue dart out and swiped it away.

His jaw nearly fell off the hinges.

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Bulma couldn't concentrate.

The mystery man was constantly on her mind. She wanted to know his identity, she wanted to see his face, but the fear of what she may find is what kept her rooted in her seat. No matter how long she tried to memorize the types of make and models of old robotic prototypes, she just couldn't retain any of what she read.

Maybe she just needed to get out. Going to the gym was still on her agenda and the prospect of seeing sweaty men fight each other sweaty men may do her some good and take her mind off of the wallet. She closed her book and quickly got dressed in her college T-shirt and tucked it into a pair of dark blue jeans and slipped on a pair of ankle boots. Her hair had gotten wet and thus, curled back into its natural state so she took the time to rake her fingers through her mess of curls and secured it back with a head band.

Upon leaving her apartment, she fumbled in her purse for something and her hand emerged with a capsule. Tossing the small silver pod onto the ground, she waited as smoke appeared around the small unit and soon cleared to reveal her favorite silver hoverboard. She climbed onto the contraption and quickly set off into the air all whilst the thought of the mystery man still lingering in the back of her mind.

Bulma landed within moments in the parking lot of the gym. She killed the engine and climbed off, making her way to the entrance of the gym. She was greeted by two tall, overly beefy men that were leaving just as she was coming in. They paid her no mind as she attempted to squeeze through them, but they were bigger and harder to get through. Her nose wrinkled in disgust. The men even smelled bad.

The lobby of the gym was no better. Men and women of all degrees of muscle lounged around talking in groups, at the juice bar, or paying for their memberships. Bulma waved to the receptionist at she made her way through the halls.

Upon seeing the Z-team's training room, Bulma peeked her head through and found that they were hard at work lifting weights and practicing combos in the ring.

"Hiya, guys!" Bulma waved from the doorway. All eyes landed on her and she instantly was greeted by a chorus of hellos. One person in particular ceased his training in the ring, nearly missing a hook to the face as he jumped over the ropes to get towards her.

The taller man scooped her up in his arms and spun her around like a top. "Bulma!" He happily called out.

Bulma couldn't help but laugh as her feet swung off the ground. "Nice to see you too, Yamcha." She was still giggling even as he sat her back down on her feet. The Galactic MMA fighter was sweaty but had a glow to him that made Bulma's cheeks heat up. His ebony hair was tied back in a high samurai ponytail that swung behind him and his scar stretched and scrunched with his cocky grin.

"What brings you here with us, champions." He playfully boasted, flexing his muscles for emphasis before folding them against his sweaty chest.

"Yea, and where's Goku?" Tien inquired whilst punching against a giant punching bag that looked like its seen better days. Chiaotzu peeked from behind the mass of leather and patches with a nervous smile on his face and his cheeks redder than usual before waving towards Bulma.

Bulma looked genuinely shocked. "Oh, I thought he was here. That block head would never pass up training-" Suddenly, her phone call with ChiChi crossed her mind and she promptly burst out in giggles. Oh dear, Goku was getting some training in, alright.

Tien was caught off guard by the abrupt laughter. He stopped punching to turn his gaze to his longtime friend. "What's so funny?" He asked with wide eyes.

"Oh..nothing." She laughed. After a moment of composing herself, she decided that there wasn't much for her to do and she would most likely just get in the way if she asked for them to hang out with her. It didn't bother her much since she was secretly using them as her excuse to procrastinate instead of doing her homework. "Well I guess I'll find something else for me to do, but let's hang out later, okay?" She smiled just as she turned to leave. Everyone waved and voiced their goodbyes and promised to meet up at Master Roshi's club later on.

Meanwhile an angry Prince stormed through the doors of the gym with another Saiyan hot on his heels.

"Fucking Kakarot and his ball-busting earthling wife." Vegeta muttered angrily as he pushed people aside. Since Kakarot wasn't going to train with him, he was going to take all his frustrations out on those Z-team nobodies. He was going to make it his business to put them all in the hospital by the end of the day and when they get out, he was going to meet them at the hospital doors just to whoop their ass again and send them back into emergency care.

"I didn't like that woman anyway, don't know what my idiot brother sees in her. The pussy must be A-1." Raditz ran his fingers through his hair, making sure not a hair was out of place.

He followed behind apprehensively despite his cool demeanor. He wasn't scared per say of Vegeta's wrath but he did harbor some feelings akin to fear about what Vegeta would do to him when said Z-team wasn't present to take their beating and he had to be their stand in.

While in his hatred-filled musings, Vegeta didn't take notice of the figure he brushed shoulders with as they passed. The person fell over from the impact it had on her smaller frame.

"Fuck you, asshole!" Bulma hissed in pain before scrambling to her feet.

"Watch your mouth when talking to us, earthling!" Raditz spat out indignantly with a flip of his hair.

"Fuck you too!"

Vegeta didn't even stop walking when he knocked her over, too engrossed in himself to care. Moments later Raditz had caught up to him and fell back into step, mumbling something about the blue haired bitch.

Blue hair? That rung a bell in the back of his mind. However, he pushed it aside as he returned to his inward rant then suddenly, it hit him like a shit ton of bricks. As he approached the Z-team's training room, the scent got heavier and heavier till it filled every inch of his vasts lungs.

His beast roared to the top of its lungs It was her! It was her!It continued to repeat that phrase with a gusto Vegeta hasn't seen within his beast before and if he were paying attention, it would've impressed him.

But he had more important matters to tend to.

'THAT BITCH HAS MY WALLET!'

Vegeta said fuck it to the highest of heavens. For today, he will exempt the Z-team from the ass whooping that was suppose to be coming their way, because something sweeter had crossed his path. With a speed that would put many to shame, he turned on his heel and flew down the hall like a bat from hell, following her scent that lingered faintly the hallway. Raditz was taken so off guard that it took him a moment to register the fact Vegeta was even gone. Only sign that he was there in the first place was the strong wind Vegeta left behind that blew through Raditz's heavy tresses.

After a moment of recovery, Raditz turned and hightailed it after Vegeta. He saw the prince turn the corner sharply to the lobby and blew right through the front doors. Raditz caught him in the nick of time just as he was about to take flight after a figure getting away on a hoverboard.

"That bitch! You let her get away!" Vegeta was squirming like a rabid dog as he fought Raditz off, but it was too late, she was gone.

Raditz was beyond confused and a little bit concerned with Vegeta's rash behavior. I mean...he did hit her and by logic, she should get angry, right? It wasn't rocket science. Even he- a Saiyan nowhere near as smart as his scientist father, could have guessed that. Didn't Vegeta pick enough fights to understand the cycle of violence?

Little did the idiot know the true reason why Vegeta went after such a woman. Raditz tried his best to calm down the fiery Prince. "Come on Vegeta, let's just calm down and go back to beat those Z-team guys just like we planned."

Vegeta wasn't ready to let go just yet. He stared angrily at the spot where he saw her long after she had flew away. He thought of a million things he would do to her when he finally got his hands on her.

Blue Hair

Smart Mouthed

And she seemed to have affiliations with someone in the Z-team.

A sadistic grin spread across Vegeta's mouth. Now he had more than a good excuse to see the Z-team and get some answers and what luck, Kakarot wasn't there to stop him.

Bulma was not aware of the fact that moments ago, she was a hair away from being ripped apart by an angry Saiyan. Instead, the college student was quickly on her way to visit her parents and procrastinate on her homework even more. The last thing that crossed her mind was would she ever look in the wallet and find out the mystery man's identity? How would it feel to finally meet him? How would their reactions to each other be? Hate? Lust? Intrigue?

She shrugged, only time would tell.

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Looks like Vegeta knows a thing or two about the mystery woman, how will this play out for Bulma? Oooh~

Feels good to be back! Your reviews are pure motivation for me, and they helped me push on through writers block. I guess we will have our little side drama with GokuxChiChi coming soon along with our hero and heroine. Thank you to all who's been sticking with me and F&F and R&Ring, you guys are amazing!

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