Son Goku shifted on his back and instinctively raised one of his long, brawny arms to his face. He shielded his eyes, preparing to meet with a glaring yellow sunrise and an endless blanket of brilliant blue- the blinding, yet breathtaking scenery that greeted him every morning during his stay on Kami's lookout. Experimentally, he cracked one eye open. Instead of the overwhelming, breathtaking panorama he expected, the first thing he saw in the morning was the off-colour cream of his new bedroom ceiling. As if on cue, the young woman sprawled ungainly next to him gave a soft snore. Oh yeah. Now he remembered.

A dull throbbing started to beat rhythmically in his head, the bi-product of too little experience with too much alcohol and a late night. He stifled a groan and stretched. He honestly had no idea what time of day it was; he usually went by the position of the sun. Well, so much for breakfast.

Tentatively, he readjusted himself and tilted his head to look at the person slumbering next to him.

She was obviously the kind of person that thrashed around in their sleep. Chi-Chi currently lay facing him with one knee drawn up to her chest and her arms lying heavily over his recently developed rippling torso. His body had morphed from a pleasingly rounded squiggle and into graceful, if not a little lanky, tower of solid muscle with hair sprouting where he had never had hair before over the course of the last few months. It was all very strange; his body seemed to have a mind its own lately.

The light, cotton bed sheets she had stretched over them for the night had been kicked off unceremoniously and lay pooling at her feet. She didn't look particularly comfortable, but Goku decided not to disturb her. If Bulma had taught him anything about women throughout all of their travels together, it was that they were cranky in the morning. He firmly chose to believe that as fact.

Goku shuffled into a more comfortable position and thoughtfully laced his fingers behind his head. More awake now, he stared distantly up at the ceiling and began to piece together, for the umpteenth time, the whirlwind of yesterday's events. His temples pulsating, he squeezed his eyes shut and focused. Two things immediately jumped out to him: the exhilarating fight and win against Piccolo at the Budokai and-

…Marriage.

Giving an uncharacteristic sigh, he tilted his head towards Chi-Chi again. Well, it was certainly a surprise. And he supposed with the light filtering down on her she looked quite pretty. For some strange reason, girls seemed to look more appealing lately. Gently, he lifted her arms from over his chest and placed them back down at her sides. She mumbled sleepily in response, her eye-lids almost fluttering open. Goku held his breath, praying that he hadn't woke her up. He was still feeling the faint traces of a hangover; an irritable Chi-Chi was the last thing his sensitive ears needed. Thankfully, she buried her head deeper into her makeshift pillow and remained asleep. This time, he didn't look away.

Soundlessly, Goku rolled onto his side so that he could study her face better. It was softly rounded, but had a sharp, stubborn chin. She had wide eyes framed by slim, black arching eyebrows- almost like spiders legs. A small, ski-jump nose jutted prominently from the centre of her face and tiny, dark freckles dotted sporadically across her cheeks. Her long, bluely-black hair was down, splayed out under her head like an ink spill. In her own unconventional way, she was quite beautiful.

Her mouth was hanging open and thin tendril of drool seeped out. For someone who bent themselves on being graceful and lady like, she sure let herself go when she slept. Reaching out a great, sturdy hand, Goku wiped away the dribble before smearing it across the rumpled pillow placed under her head. He then traced his finger slowly down her body, his touch feather light (as it could be) and his eyes following the steady, experimental movement. Her muscles felt firm under her flimsy nightdress, her body warm. His finger trailed over the smooth curve of her hips and… that was where he felt the material end. Oh.

The awkward way she had been laying during the night had bunched the hem of her nightdress around her waist, giving him a full view of what lay underneath. He darted his eyes away, but not before quickly eyeing her long, lean legs up and down. His cheeks a shade pinker than usual, Goku began to warily pull the dress back down over her hips.

Chi-Chi's eyes flew open.

"It's not what it looks like!" Goku panicked, his voice an octave higher than usual and waving his hands apologetically in front of his face.

"I'm sure it's not…" she replied, suddenly wide awake and eyeing him suspiciously. Had it been anyone else, Chi-Chi's quick reflexes would have left the person invading her personal space with a blotchy, raw handprint on their cheek in the blink of an eye. …Goku was just lucky she was letting him offer a suitable explanation.

"I…" Goku started, hurriedly thinking through what he was about to say to avoid upsetting her further.

The close proximity between her and Goku suddenly hit Chi-Chi like a train. Her eyes widened and a small fire began to burn in the pit of her stomach. He was so close that she could feel his warm breath wafting against her cheeks.

She cut abruptly through his dithering. "… Good morning." She whispered bashfully, her face flushing a healthy shade of pink. …Blushing bride indeed.

She was so close that Goku could feel her warm breath on his face. The close proximity between him and Chi-Chi suddenly hit Goku like a train. He recoiled uneasily.

Disappointed, Chi-Chi leaned forward anyway, closing the small gap between them. Lush lips briefly brushed against his cheek before being pulled back. She made eye contact with him the whole time, examining his guarded expression and half afraid that he would decide to bolt. Immediately after the small imprint of affection, she swung her body up off of the mattress and braced her arms behind her. The room spun. Groggily, she raked back her fringe and placed a palm to her forehead, gathering the soft strands of hair between her fingers.

"Murgh," she groaned. "… My head."

Goku then watched in awe as she energetically scrabbled around in the dimly lit corners of the room, looking for something that appeared to be important. He'd only known her for a day and he was already picking up on how her personality seemed to rapidly change without prior warning. He just couldn't figure this woman out; she was a walking contradiction.

"This place is a mess and we've only been here one night," she moaned "I can't find anything. The first thing I'm doing when I get out of bed is cleaning this place up."

Goku cautiously asked what she was looking for so desperately, wary of her distress. He nodded towards the back of the bedroom, indicating towards the hair-clasp poking out from under the frilly abomination of his discarded tuxedo.

"How did you see this?" she gasped, surprised. It had been barely visible tucked between the folds of the handsome jacket and the hair-grip itself was tiny.

The young man shrugged as his wife clambered back over next to him. She gripped the hair-tie between pearly white teeth, expertly weaving her long hair into a plat that trailed down length of her back. After she tied it off, she flopped back down next to her husband and stretched like a fat cat in the sun, flexing her surprisingly dainty fingers.

"I thought you said you were going to tidy up the bedroom?" he inquired, sounding more confident than before.

"…I said after I got out of bed, didn't I?"

Goku gave up and went back to staring at the ceiling.

…Marriage could well turn out to be his greatest adventure yet.