(Psst! This is a counter story to my other story 'I'm All Yours", if you haven't already, CHECK IT OUT)

No kids tonight.

No kids tonight.

"No kids tonight," Chichi whispered excitedly to her reflection as she readied herself for tonight's festivities.

Eighteen had arranged for an adult night out at a private club. It had come as a shock when Chichi received the forwarded invite from Bulma a few days ago. She was surprised Eighteen had actually planned an event to see everyone that didn't involve a fight. Also happy to get a chance away from the kids, she quickly told Goku and of course, he agreed to go.

"Chichi, I'm ready!" she heard her husband call from their bathroom.

Chichi had just finished perfecting a curl, now arranging her hair to frame her face.

"Goku, you'd better not be wearing your training clothes, because I swe-"

She stopped talking at the sight of Goku in her mirror. He looked,

"Amazing." she turned completely towards him to take in his full appearance.

Goku scratched his head. "Amazing? I don't-"

"No, Goku" she laughed, walking towards him. "You look amazing," she said softly.

Chichi took this time to fully absorb his overall appearance. Wearing crisp, black, fitted dress pants, paired with a baby blue button up, he left the first few buttons open to reveal a little skin. With his shiny, black shoes and designer belt, he looked perfect. Not to mention his fresh, wilderness scent to top it all off.

For any other regular man, this probably would not make a difference. But this was Goku. Her Goku. He lived, fought, played, and slept in his training clothes. So, of course she was going to make a big deal out of the few times he dressed up.

"Gee, Chichi. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were about to eat me." he chuckled.

I might have too, but that's for later she thought with a smirk.

Instead, she gave a light giggle. "C'mon Goku, we'd best get going."

He rubbed his head. "Uh, Chichi, you're still in your robe."

She looked down at herself briefly. "Yes, I know. I'll be down in a second."

They had arrived at the club about half an hour later. It was a jazz nightclub that had just opened only a few months ago. Word around town was that it had a wait list for the next few months and that one would have to schedule months in advance to have an event there. So, it was only natural that when Chichi saw Eighteen and Krillin waiting out front, she had to ask how she booked a spot in less than a week.

"Woo-hoo, Krillin!" Goku called, crossing the street

"Hey, Goku! Chichi! You guys look great!"

"Oh, Krillin, you don't look too bad yourself." she turned toward Eighteen. "You look amazing."

And she did. Eighteen wore a skin-tight, shiny-silver, knee-length, strapless dress paired with open toe pumps. Her hair was styled in a curly bob, and her makeup was simple with a bold, red lip. Some might even say she resembled the late Marilyn Monroe. All in all, she looked terrific.

"She sure does," Krillin added, making Eighteen turn her face to hide her blush. "Why don't we head inside? Don't wanna miss our reservation."

"What about Bulma and Vegeta?" Chichi asked while the group of four made their way into the club.

"They called. Said they were running late. Something about Vegeta being stubborn." Eighteen said, arms crossed.

Chichi scoffed "That man is impossible."

Bulma had finally arrived almost half an hour later. She and Vegeta had initially both been in sour moods, but after a few drinks, they managed to relax and forget their marital problems for the time being. Well, at least Bulma did. Vegeta, on the other hand, needed a couple more drinks. He was upset and everybody knew it. His attitude was so bad that he had their very kind waiter shaking with fear as he took his order. Bulma had made a mental note to tip him generously. All three couples were currently sitting at a roundtable, enjoying the appetizers and idle chit-chat.

"This was a great idea, Eighteen. How'd you hook it up?" Bulma asked, gaining everyone's attention.

"Yes, yes. How did a robot manage to book such a fine establishment?" Vegeta smirked with a chuckle.

"Vegeta!" Both Bulma and Krillin scolded.

"It's alright. Chichi's been wondering the same thing. I used one of my favors from Mr. Satan. The guy knows everyone and has access to everything. And by the way…." she looked Vegeta square in the eyes, "...this "robot" has kicked your ass."

"Haha, that's true" Goku laughed, rubbing his head.

"Fair enough," Krillin added

"Shut up, Kakarot. Your harpy owns you." he retaliated, feeling insulted.

Chichi snapped her neck towards Vegeta "Harpy?! I'll-"

"Okayyy! Why don't we all find the dance floor while we wait for our food? The waiter said it'll be at least 20 minutes, thanks to these bottomless pits." Bulma suggested, pointing at Goku and Vegeta

"Good idea." Eighteen said as she grabbed Krillin, dragging him to the dance floor. Chichi and Bulma did the same, much to their partners' dismay.

Hand in hand, Goku followed Chichi to the dance floor. So, it was only natural that he ogled her. He couldn't help but marvel at the way she looked. She was wearing clothes she never wore, not even on other date nights. He didn't have a chance to absorb her appearance until now. The light in the club was dim but shone on Chichi in a way to illuminate her beautiful features and curvaceous curves.

She wore her raven locs in a slicked down ponytail, parted in the middle. Her little black dress was simple and skin-tight, ankle-length, with two very thin straps around her shoulders. She adorned her neck with a simple, gold necklace and her feet with strappy, open-toed heels.

She looked…

"Breathtaking.." Goku whispered

"Huh?" she asked, looking at him. They had made it to the dance floor and the band had started a slow song for the couples.

Goku grabbed Chichi gently, placing his hand on the small of her back, his other hand joined with hers. He wasn't much of a dancer, but tonight he decided to make an effort. His Chichi looked too good and he wanted to show her off.

"Goku, you look so handsome tonight," she said, looking up at him.

His cheeks turned a light, pink shade and Chichi couldn't help but giggle softly.

"Thanks, Chi."

"And it seems like I'm not the only one who thinks so." she whispered

"Huh?" Goku's eyebrows raising with curiosity.

"Don't look, but that women with the red hair has had her eyes on you since we've came."

He scrunched his brows. "Really?"

Chichi looked him in the eye. "Yes, really. I mean, you would think my ring, let alone me being around you would be a sign that your taken."

"Taken?" he chuckled

"Yes, taken. Unavailable. Married." she uttered, slightly raising her voice, as if hoping the woman could hear her.

"Aww, Chi. Don't worry about her. Let's just enjoy ourselves tonight." He kissed her passionately, then looking her in the eyes, "You look beautiful tonight, hun."

"Aw, Goku."

Chichi placed her head on his chest and allowed him to lead the dance. Somewhere in the midst of the dance, his hand found her backside and gave it a light squeeze and she couldn't help but yelp in surprise.

Goku chuckled. "Sorry, couldn't help myself."

"Yeah, yeah. Don't start something you can't finish." she flirted in a suggestive tone.

"Ah, Chichi, you know me. I always finish what I start," he whispered huskily

Chichi smirked at him. "Hmph, we'll see"

She walked, no sashayed, off the dance floor, seeing that the food was ready and the song was over. Goku, on the other hand, was left hot and bothered. He had to take a minute to remind himself where he was and that he couldn't just take his wife right now.

Dinner went well. Actually, dinner went great. The food tasted amazing and the limited conversation they had was light, being that Goku and Vegeta's sole focus was their food instead of their company.

On the other hand, the females of the group were doing some much needed catching up. The main topic of discussion being their kids, of course.

"So, how are my nephews? I feel like it's been forever since I've seen them." Bulma chimed

Chichi's eyes twinkled at the mention of her boys. "The boys are great. Goten is as active as ever, becoming more like his father everyday. And Gohan is just so brilliant. He's-"

"Is he still with… uh what's her face?" Bulma interrupted, the wine clearly getting to her.

"Videl?" Eighteen said, with a slight role of her eyes, annoyed at Bulma's lack of sobriety.

At that, Chichi smiled. "Yes, she's actually with Gohan tonight. She's helping with dinner while he watches Goten."

"Cooking dinner? She sounds like a wife already." Eighteen said coolly, raising a glass to her lips.

"Yeah, she reminds me a lot of myself." Chichi laughed

"And to think you used to call her a hussy. You've came a long way." Eighteen joked

"So what if they're doing it right now?" Bulma slightly slurred.

"Doing what?" Chichi asked confused

Bulma giggled, the alcohol taking effect. "You know…" she wiggled her brows, "that thing."

Chichi's cheeks turned a bright shade of pink. "Oh Bulma. Seriously? We are not about to discuss my son's sex life."

"Alright, alright. Then what about yours?"

She laughed even louder seeing Chi-Chi's face turn beet red. Eighteen even gave a light chuckle.

"Whoops, looks like someone was having a little too much fun." Eighteen looked at Bulma who spilled wine on her dress.

"Shit. This was one of my favorite dresses." Bulma complained

"C'mon, I'll ask the waiter for some club soda. That should get it out." Chichi got up, excusing herself from the table along with Bulma.

"Huh? Where's Chichi going?" Goku asked, taking a momentary pause from eating.

"To the bathroom. You might need to take a trip yourself." said Eighteen nonchalantly

"Huh?" Goku looked down at himself, noticing he'd gotten marinara sauce on his pants. "Oh, guess I got a little carried away."

"When do you not?" Krillin laughed

"I'd better get this off before Chichi comes back." He said with a light chuckle, standing up.

Vegeta smirked "The female really does own you."

"No more than Bulma owns you." He replied cheerily, heading towards the bathroom.

The sarcastic remark caused the former prince to slightly choke. Krillin struggled to hold in a laugh and Eighteen smirked.

Goku had been wandering around the nightclub looking for the bathroom. After a few minutes, he gave up and decided to ask for assistance. Little did he know that "assistance" was already on the way.

When Goku felt a light tap on his shoulder, he didn't expect to see the woman Chichi complained about earlier.

"Hi!" She spoke cheerily, flashing a perfect smile. She indeed had red hair. It was curled and loud. Her makeup was over the top, with her cheeks unnaturally pink and her fake eyelashes up to her eyebrows. She wore a cleavage hugging, red dress and cheap perfume that bothered the Saiyan's nose.

"Uh-"

"My name's Rai. Short for Raiven." she said confidently. "What's yours?"

Goku blinked comically, surprised at her confidence. "Actually..-"

"Actually, you're very cute." she interrupted, smacking her gum loudly.

"I'm married." He said, hoping it would send her away.

But he was wrong.

Very wrong.

Raiven took a step closer. "Married? To that old hag? Does she even satisfy your needs?" she whispered seductively, taking another step. The smell of alcohol permeating off of her.

Goku furrowed his brows, not at all pleased with how this woman just insulted Chichi. "Don't talk about Chichi like that."

"Chichi? Pretty name. Too bad I'm about to steal her husband." she said with too much confidence

She made a move to stroke Goku's chest, when someone caught her wrist, twisting it.

"Ow! You little-" she squeaked

Chichi smiled mischievously. "Watch it. I don't wanna "slip" and break your wrist."

Raiven tried to break free, but Chichi had an iron grip. "Let me go, I don't want to hurt you."

"No, sweetheart. I don't want to hurt you. But if you ever try to touch my husband again…. I won't hesitate." Chichi let go of her wrist, looking at Goku.

Goku had a smirk on his face, which looked undeniably sexy on him.

"C'mon, the others are waiting." She grabbed his hand, walking out towards the dinner table.

"I knew you were coming. You actually handled that really calm." Goku commented

Chichi sighed. "I know. So unlike me."

"It was actually kinda sexy." He said, stopping her from walking.

Chichi turned around with a slight blush. "Well, I wasn't worried. She had no chance."

"Chance? Please. I'm all yours, Chi. I'm only yours." He whispered huskily in her ear.

Oh, yes you are.

"Mhmm, how about we call it a night? I'm ready to go home."

"Home? But what about the oth-" Goku asked

"Yes, I know. They'll get over it. But right now.." Chichi gave him a saucy smile, "...I'm in the mood for some desert." she purred seductively

After ditching the rest of the crew, Goku and Chichi came home to a dark house. Chichi flicked the lights on, noticing a note on the kitchen counter.

"Took Goten out to Videl's house. Won't be gone long, be back by 10pm." -Gohan

Goku came up behind her. "Where are the boys?"

"Videl's house. Won't be back till 10. They're lucky it's the weekend."

Goku came up behind her, kissing her neck. "We're lucky they're gone… especially because of what I'm about to do to you."

Chichi inhaled a deep breath, feeling his arousal against her back. "Goku…"

"Let's go take a shower." He lifted her up bridal-style, carrying her to the bedroom.

R&R

This was just a little Goku and Chichi fluff. I just wanted you guys to know I'm alive!

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