My creativity awoke after having re-watched DBZ from start to finish during the past couple of months. Now that I've arrived at the end of this amazing, all-time-favorite anime of mine, I was left with the same feeling I had when I first watched it all those many years back. The fighting is awesome of course, so are the characters and the plot lines despite the flaws and holes and imperfections here and there. We still know and love it just the way it is, but! There's one thing that comes entirely too short in the series, and that is the romance and the relationships -laughs-

Personally, while having nothing against MalexMale relationships and having gone through a phase where Vegeta/Goku counted to my favorites, I have always loved the original DBZ pairs. Goku/Chichi and Vegeta/Bulma are high up top, while Gohan/Videl and Eighteen/Krillin are also quite the nice image. I have always absolutely adored Piccolo as well, and while him getting paired up with other fighters was nice and all, my fantasy embraces the thought of him being a part of a hetero couple just as much.

So, what can you expect out of this fiction? Fights, adversaries and suspense of course, but also lots and lots of hetero romance. If that's not something you like reading in the DBZ universe, you're still welcome to take a look out of curiosity - maybe you'll come to enjoy the taste of it =) This story will mainly revolve around Goku/Chichi, Vegeta/Bulma and Piccolo/OC although you needn't worry, I'm not prone to writing Mary Sues who can blow a Saiyan away with a flick of their wrist -laughs- I'll try to keep this nice and entertaining, and realistic by DBZ standards. This is also going to be an alternative timeline starting from the point of right before the appearance of androids, so rest assured that I won't just be retelling the anime with slight changes and additions. This is going to be a completely new scenario!

Everything else is probably going to explain itself as I go, so I'll stop my babbling now and let you read. Be warned, we'll starting off hot and heavy because I was in that kind of mood when I began working on this, inspired by the very few sweetly adorable scenes Goku and Chichi got throughout the anime, the most memorable for me being the episode where he wakes up after beating his heart disease. This is rated M for a reason, alongside the occasional gore and violence there is going to be the occasional smexy times as well x3

So! Here goes the prologue!

My Kingdom Come

Prologue

Conception

His training had ended late this night - again. The fearsome androids were to appear in barely two days and he was looking forward to that as much as he was nervous about it. The battle was promising to be a fierce one, at least if he were to believe future Trunks. It was so weird to think about that, not only the fact of time travel but the fact of Vegeta and Bulma having a kid. He had never really taken Vegeta for a family guy or a fatherly type, though who was Goku himself to judge anybody in that aspect? Piccolo had been more of a parental figure for Gohan than he himself, he knew the boy adored his mentor no less than he did his father. It made him feel guilty on occasion, the only time he seemed to be able to spend with his son was when they trained or were getting beat up by somebody. The boy had held his own bravely on Namek, against the Ginyus, Freeza, during all the horrible events that had transpired. He wished he could give Gohan a peaceful future but every time they overcame a threat, another one arose with barely a break offered to them.

He had sent Gohan off to bed hours ago, the poor kid had been down-and-out having had his mentor and his father ganging up on him for an entire day. Piccolo had left for the Lookout not fifteen minutes ago after a friendly sparring match with Goku himself; even with their current difference in power levels the Namekian was more than a worthy match. Now the earth-raised Saiyan was moving swift and soundless through his house, stopping in the bathroom for a quick shower before tossing his torn clothes off and away into the hamper, soon tiptoeing over to the bedroom in his boxers only.

He could feel Chichi's ki inside and from underneath the closed door a soft yellow shine was coming, suggesting of the beside light being on. It was a little strange, usually when he climbed into bed she was already fast asleep. Perhaps she had been reading and dozed off with the light on tonight? He didn't want to risk waking her up either way, so he pushed the door open very gingerly.

However, his wife was neither reading nor asleep - or aware that her husband had just entered the room, closing the door as silently as he'd opened it. Standing quietly in the bedroom now, Goku's onyx eyes took in the picture displayed on the covers. She was wearing her nightgown as per usual, thin straps holding the feather-light, white material on her slinky body. One of those straps had been pushed halfway down her arm while the hand attached to same arm was grasping one supple breast, kneading the fair flesh gently. Her other hand lingered on her own thigh, scratching softly over the satin material barely covering her slender leg, crumpling the silky fabric up and inching it ever higher to expose the equally pristine white of her panties.

But it was not the idea of his spouse attempting to pleasure herself, any other given day the image might have turned him on but tonight... tonight it made him frown, not because of what she was doing but because of the expression on her meekly shadowed face. She looked... unhappy. Tormented, almost; and the realization coming with that cut his heart something good.

He watched her for a moment longer, until the airy whisper of his name slipped off her lips; a soft, broken sound in between a moan and a sob. To know that it was he whom she pictured while caressing herself, forced to make love to a fantasy while the real thing was right there and still so far away... He was not only a terrible father, he was a terrible husband, too, wasn't he...? She needed him, his warmth, his love, his touch, his presence - all those things he had never really given her enough of. Especially lately, being so overly consumed with diligent preparations for yet another nerve-tingling challenge.

Hearing her voice, seeing her like this, it quite abruptly caused him to realize that he missed her, too. The real sound of that voice, tinted with pleasure instead of a pained illusion of it, the feel of her body against his, her scent, the lovely fragility of her entire being in the grasp of his strong hands... Good God, how long has it been? Too long. Way too long. He moved forward, smooth and silent like a cat.

Naturally she startled something good when she felt a weight descent onto the edge of the bed where Goku had just sat down. Chichi's dark eyes snapped open with a small gasp escaping her delicate chest, staring up at her husband her hands froze in their precarious positions on her very own body. When...? How...? How long had he been in here? Unwittingly she felt her face heat up. "G-Goku..."

A hand cupping her cheek and a thumb pressing against her rosy lips effectively hushed her, her ample bosom heaving faster breaths which made it fluctuate more noticeably beneath the halfway stripped cover of her gown. His momentous stare captivated her; both serious and tender, it was an expression she did not see often on him when he looked at her. His thumb moved, brushing over her lips to their corner. He leaned down and her heart went leaping forward.

"I..." Breaths apart, she perceived his own ghost along her skin: "Shhh..." And then he kissed her and she held her breath altogether, tensing up from head to toe in wake of the sensation. It's been so long... too long...

His lips moved against hers and she responded, tentatively at first as though afraid this was just a very vivid midnight fantasy. But it was real, oh so real, and oh so wonderful. Chichi's hand reached up, sliding over a well-crafted neck to the nape of it, giving him a mild pull. To keep him close and get him even closer, opening her pretty little mouth a crack in invitation.

An offer Goku was not going to pass up, stemming one hand into the plush of the pillow next to her clever head as slick tongues ventured out to grind together and share familiar tastes with each other. He heard her breath hitch, a muffled sound getting lost in their kiss and it excited him, trickling in a salacious tingle through his body and down to his groin. Moving onto the bed he was soon lying down beside her, easing himself onto his forearm that would act a steadfast pillar to keep him hovering halfway above her. His other hand was free to act and it used the liberty well, settling on the delicate skin just above Chichi's knee. His palm didn't linger there too long, stroking up and pushing under her nightdress, caressing her thigh, delighted by her shivering.

He nudged her legs apart in gentle suggestion, listening to her exhale shuddering softly as she released the air, turning her head away for a desperate gasp as he feathered the tips of his fingers over her most intimate of places. With her lovely lips having escaped him, Goku turned his attentions to the graceful curve of her neck so generously exposed, touching kisses to the sensitive skin while beginning to stroke her gently, rewarded with quiet whimpers and a firmer clutch of her hand on his neck, feeling warm moisture transpire quickly through the thin material of her panties. Tracing a path of careful nips, licks and nibbles up to her ear, he placed a kiss just beneath it.

"I'm sorry," a whisper, his voice lowered and roughened up by long-missed intimacy, sending another shiver down Chichi's spine. "I ended up neglecting you so badly..."

She shook her head just barely, sliding her fingers into his spiky hair that never grew or changed shape but the black strands themselves were so incredibly soft to touch. She sifted through them in encouragement, a mute 'It's okay" to ease his kind heart. The fate of the world once again rested on his firm shoulders, but tonight he wasn't anybody's hero, savior, friend or helper. Tonight he was hers only and so long as he could show her that she was still his, Chichi was happy. Tonight nothing mattered but the two of them and no matter what anybody else might have thought or believed, she loved him with all her heart. And he loved her, and under the veil of night those feelings could be shared by physical means again. Her heart needed nothing more to know.

He stopped his delightful ministrations only for a moment in order to slip his hand into her undergarment, brushing over well-trimmed, short curls, teasing along the wet crevice just to draw out of her another honeyed gasp before his middle and index finger wiggled past dewed petals and sought out a warm, wet hole to prod against. Her body trembled with excitement and anticipation, aroused and moaning quietly as his digits pushed past the anxiously twitching ring of muscles and into her.

"Mhm...!" Gods, it felt so... "Ah..." It was like he had set her on fire and put it to a simmer, her body arching up slightly into his touch, feeling fingertips tap against her inner walls. Slow and gentle at first but then quicker and firmer, making her squirm atop the sheets, her breathing hastening and small sounds starting to mingle into the quickened flow of air heaving her fragile chest.

It felt so... maddeningly good, and Goku only added fuel to the fire when his mouth went on an adventure down her neck, over the excitedly throbbing vein there, passing thin collarbones and still wandering lower. In the comfort of their own home at night, Chichi did not have the habit of wearing a bra under her nightgown and that worked perfectly to her husband's advantage. He sought out one perky nipple, caringly biting on the hardened bud through the flimsy layer of fabric covering it. Chichi's spine curled upward in gentle grace, screwing her eyes shut and biting her lip, but unable to prevent the soft moan that resounded. One hand clutched at the black silk of his hair and the other at the bed sheets, mewling under her breath when a third finger was added into play, stretching her and giving her more bliss all the same.

From the eager tremble of her lithe little body beneath him, Goku knew she wouldn't last long and it was his treat, listening to her labored breathing and the soft sounds she produced, enjoying the way she clung to him more and more desperately.

"G-Goku...- ah!" Oh, Gods, don't let him stop now. The salacious sensations pin-balled through her body, burning so agonizingly sweetly and clouding her mind. A moment and one more and she could stand it no longer. It shot through her in a stark white flash, clutching at ebony spikes and her other hand shooting up to press its back against her mouth, further muffling the soft, heady moan of her bliss. Chichi's entire body froze with a breath held inside her chest as she rode out the orgasmic shocks, all muscles taut with tension until they slackened abruptly and let her sink back into the covers, panting and quivering delicately in the wake of the delightful aftershocks.

Her parted lips were tenderly claimed by her husband's pliant pair, minutes passing by with them sharing a slow, sensual kiss that sent her head and heart spinning beautifully once again. Her hands began to wander then, touching along his stately body - the sculpted plain of his chest, the chiseled artwork of his arms and the staunchness of his back, caressing his tanned, tough skin and thrilled by the flex of firm muscles hiding beneath it. She loved his strength as much as she loved his gentle nature, the magnificent physical wraps of his power were brilliant. To know that he could crush his fist halfway through the Earth without breaking a sweat and yet those hands were harmless when they held her fragile frame; it was magnificent. Chichi's fingers tapped along his deftly defined abs, slipping past the waistband of his boxers and finding hot, hard flesh to curl a delicate grip around. The impressive size of him in the palm of her curious hand excited her, much like the stutter of his breath as she stroked him fondly.

"Chi..."

She loved his voice like this, too, husky and raspier in the lowered tone of its melody, causing a warm shiver to trickle down her spine.

"I want you, Goku... So much..." A breathy confession, in par with her thumb gliding over the head of his erection with fair pressure, enticed a smoky groan out of him. In a blink of an eye his underwear was gone along with the nightgown that had still clad her slinky figure, her slender legs spreading invitingly to welcome him amidst them.

She weaved her arms around him and clung to him with all her strength, semi-successful in keeping down her ecstatic moans as he began pushing into her slowly and steadily. She felt herself expanding and the hot, hard length rubbing along her inner walls, the friction increased all the more by the eager embrace of her muscles tightening around him as he continued sliding inside carefully. She gasped for dear air by the time he stopped and held still for a moment, both of them enjoying the feeling of corporeal connection.

The awareness of the danger lurking outside these walls, outside these strong arms that held her, the perpetual fear of knowing that there was another battle coming from which he may not return... it caused her to clutch at him all the firmer, feeling the strain in her sinews and tendons as she embraced him fiercely with all the power her frail human body could muster. He rocked them atop their marriage bed as he began to move, shattering her world of trepidation with the sensation of nigh unearthly pleasure. Everything fell forgotten for the beatific while where it was only him, her and the union of their bodies. She felt the heat rising, dewing their skin with a fine sheen of perspiration, and she tried keeping her eyes open the smallest crack, watching that handsome face above her, unwilling to break her adoring gaze away from the onyx mystery of its counterpart. His eyes were beautiful. And so was he.

"I love you..." Between sweet moans and heavy breathing she whispered to him, causing Goku's warrior heart to let go of the ambitious thirst for challenge and powerful opponents during these minutes in which his gorgeous wife was all that mattered.

"I love you, too..."

Because no matter what she said and did, even when she got mad and exasperated with him, she was still his Chichi and she was perfect just the way she was. A wonderful mother and a most amazing spouse holding strong where many more would have long given up. He was a lousy father and a terrible husband, and yet here she was gifting him happiness and preserving it for him throughout years and years. Giving him home, warmth, love... a family. Who would he be without her? She had presented him a heir to his power, raising Gohan a good kid while all he himself could do was raise the boy a good warrior. They both loved their son, but Chichi could raise him by herself if needed be, something Goku would never be able to do. He was being selfish again, blasting off to fight overpowering adversaries without regard for his life because he knew that even if he should die, Chichi would manage. He knew he could rely on her to live life and for that she could rely on him to make sure there would be a life for her to live. For her, for their son, for their friends, for the people of the Earth and the universe. He would continue to preserve the future for everybody else, while she would continue to preserve one for him.

And Chichi knew all that, too. She had married a soldier and he would be off to fight another war way too soon, while her duty as a wife and a mother would be to stay home and wait... Wait and hope... Hope and wait, and welcome them both back into the warmth and love of a safe haven once they returned. And return they would... both of them... That, she had to believe. That, she needed to believe.

So, she embraced him even more tightly, moaning hot and heady in his ear as he stroked the deepest parts of her, causing her mind to begin disintegrating into millions of blinding white particles. Listening to his deeper, smoky voice echo in soft groans and sharp gasps, lifting each other higher and higher until they were far, far above everything else, ready to take a dive into joyful abyss from the height of their personal heaven.

That fall came abruptly, and it was stunning. Chichi held her breath yet again, gulping down a pocketful of air and enclosing it in her small chest, toes curling up and fingers digging into Goku's tough skin as her entire body tautened akin to an elegant bow string, feeling the wave of sheer ecstasy roll in and over her, swallowing her whole. She cried out, the sound gently silenced by his mouth on hers when he kissed her deeply, swallowing up her sweet, desperate moans and whimpers of bliss while her filigree form trembled strongly beneath him, bending into him by the will of overwhelming sensations. He felt the spasms of her inner muscles, grunting passionately and not missing the opportunity to thrust into the hot, slick confines another few times, clenching his eyes shut to the perception of eager, moist flesh squeeze around his arousal. It took all of his willpower to stay himself enough to ensure he would not hurt her in this wild rush of pleasure, spilling the white thick of his seed within her with one last, driven push and a dark, throaty groan muffled by the avid lock of their lips.

They parted and heavy breathing filled the air for the next rows of hastened heartbeats, Goku's stout arms holding his powerful body elevated an inch above Chichi's heated form, rivulets of brilliant sweat trickling down his neck and the bulk of muscles defining his biceps. His raven-black locks were damp by the roots as she sifted her delicate fingers through it, feeling him roll off to the side, pulling her along so that they could somewhat swap their positions and she came to lie halfway atop him instead.

She snuggled up to him, nestling close to his sturdy chest as he wrapped his protective arms around her and lighted his ki, gingerly coating her exhausted form with it; a warm, safe, comfy blanket of energy. He knew she loved that, the corner of his mouth twitching a loving smile upon hearing her all but purr up with contentment like a sated little kitten.

It wasn't long until she drifted off to sleep, but Goku lay awake for quite a while longer, just watching her. How her silky, dark hair flowed over the perfection of her pale skin, how the mellow light of the bedside lamp bounced off the smooth curvatures of her slinky body, how her ample bosom fell and rose calmly with soft, sound breaths. How the delicate pink hue continued to linger on her pretty face, how the tips of her jet-black lashes barely touched to the filigree elevation of her chiseled cheekbones. He sensed her ki, fragile and small in comparison to the fearsome auras of many others he had crossed paths with, felt its serene flow mixing in with his own as her precious heart pitter-pattered in the breakable cage of her ribs. She was... peace. Tranquility. Respite. After all the battles, all the training, all the blood and broken bones, she was a taste of harmony. Serenity. Happiness; buoyant and pure.

Easing his eyes shut with a deep breath eventually, the earth-raised Saiyan allowed his mind to drift from reality to dream, pressing his wife just that little bit closer to him before giving himself over to sleep. In two days, the fighting would begin. But let tomorrow be tomorrow, tonight it was only the two of them. Or so it was until the morrow where both of them woke up unaware of the tiny life whose conception had occurred throughout the night. However it would be seven long years before Son Goku would even get to lay eyes on his youngest boy - a second heir to his power and legacy.