FALL THE LOVE (Preview)

FALL THE LOVE: A Son Gokuu and Chi-Chi Story
Rated 18+
Written by Namaikina Imouto, Based on Dragon Ball © Toriyama Akira, Bird Studio, Shueisha and Toei Animation

	Orange, red and pink: hues of warmth and fall spread across the sky with the consistency of water-color painted brush strokes as the sun set. Light shapeless and intangible poured into the kitchen skin window and bathed Chi-Chi in the colors of tang and peach as she washed the dishes. Raising her right arm from the tang-tinged sink water to wipe her brow free of sweat, Chi-Chi returned her attention to her husband as he sparred with Piccolo. Chi-Chi could still remember how happy she was when Son Gokuu returned home from training in space for two years following the destruction of Planet Namek and here he was again, now training for the upcoming threat of the Artificial Humans. Red waves of color warmed Gokuu’s usual white aura in red as he unleashed an unrestrained right jab. Sweat glistened and flew off of his tanned skin, mesmerizing Chi-Chi. Gokuu-sa’s unrestrained passion for the martial arts and life was like a magnet for Chi-Chi, drawing her closer to him even after they had grown up and become parents. In some ways—in some moments such as this—Chi-Chi felt like a child again, drawn to the almost majestic figure before her. As Piccolo grasped Gokuu by the wrist only for his attempted block to be broken by Gokuu’s Super Saiyan transformation Chi-Chi let her head tilt to the right. Suddenly, she was twelve again and the world around her so much larger as she peered out the window. With a stunning display of strength and speed, Gokuu pushed his right punch through Piccolo’s wrist grab and broke his nose. Purple blood died pink by the setting sun flew fore as the Daimaou flew back. Son wiped the blood now splattered on his face with his left thumb as he peered with his red-dyed eyes down through the kitchen window to meet his wife’s gaze. Chi-Chi, pressing her wet hands absentmindedly against her large, perky round breasts, lost her breath.

	Chi-Chi turned with baited-breath as the door knob turned and entered her husband. Training was finished for the day and it was time for Gokuu-sa to doff his normal training dougi. Pulling the two shirts he normally wore over his head, Gokuu revealed his typically sweat-colored abs to his readily waiting wife, towel in hand. Gokuu thanked his wife for the towel with his usual cutesy giggle and grin but Chi-Chi—fan reddened not merely by the sunset—almost felt a need to pull back in reverence of the force of nature she had married. Adjusting the small, square-lens glasses she occasionally wore for stylistic purposes, Chi-Chi finally forced out a squeak, “Gokuu-sa, would you like dinner?”
	Peering down upon his wife brought to Gokuu’s attention the water and soap stains still adorning her elaborate cheongsam. Catching how the stains accentuated her already ample chest, Gokuu cracked a grin. He’d been back home for only a day but had yet to touch his wife. ‘She’s always so cute when she’s needy, ain’t she?’ Gokuu thought to himself. Purposefully stepping closer, Gokuu touched his own swollen pecs just above his wife’s breasts and wrapped his thicker, carved arms around the long-haired beauty. Gokuu could feel Chi-Chi’s heart stop in anticipation and he could only giggle faster in amusement.
	Chi-Chi’s legs rumbled with the rage of a thousand erupting volcanoes as warmth from her heart drove itself down them. “G-Gokuu-sa,” she weakly breathed. Chi-Chi dug herself deeper into his embrace. Years of worry bellowed out to the surface as she washed herself over Gokuu’s surface. “I-I…” words failed Chi-Chi.
	Fondness purchased real-estate on the face of Son Gokuu. Nudging his face to his wife’s ear, Gokuu blew the hair covering it away. Bathed in warm pinks from the setting sun peaking through their home’s windows, Chi-Chi nearly lost her footing. The princess of Mount Frypan latched onto her husband, tears escaping her eyes. “G-Gokuu-sa,” warmth spread from her heart downward.
	Closer still toward her ear, Gokuu nudged and finally whispered, “Gohan’s going to camp outside with Piccolo tonight, y’know.”
	Chi-Chi came.

	The princess of Mount Frypan fell back on her bed. A stream of light carrying particles of dust blinded sight of her husband above her. ‘I should’ve dusted today,’ Chi-Chi thought to herself. ‘Speaking of which,’ Chi-Chi peered at her own chest, still damp from the dishwater. As if reading her mind, Gokuu unbuttoned the top of her cheongsam and exposed her heaving breasts, neatly—if tightly—packed into a white lacey bra she had purchased while she was still breast feeding Gohan-chan. Pregnancy has made Chi-Chi’s body even more voluptuous than puberty had and as a result she had had to toss out her entire wardrobe.
	“Have they gotten bigger?” Gokuu-sa chuckled from above, docking his arms in place so as to capture her entire field of vision. The dual arms were to this young lover of Son Gokuu sculpted pillars of magnificence. Overcome with the urge to hold his wife’s daintily, soft arms for the first time in two years, Son Gokuu took Chi-Chi by the shoulders and softly drew his hands down his arms.
	The sensation of her husband’s rough, battle-worn palms gliding down her arms left Chi-Chi’s face red, her lungs gasping for air, and tears prying themselves from her eyes and a faint smile creeping onto her face without her even registering it.
	Entranced by Chi-Chi’s overwhelming emotion and wanting to tease her even more, Gokuu’s face softened before taking on deviousness. Taking her arms and moving them above her head on the bed, Gokuu performed a kabedon position and leaned forward toward her face. Chi-Chi smelled of the kitchen and for Gokuu it was a nostalgic smell but not one he missed as much as the smell of his wife’s sex. Placing his right palm on his wife’s breast, Gokuu asked with a whisper, “Have they gotten bigger?” Chi-Chi did not—could not—reply; Gokuu grinned and gave the cantaloupe-sized mound of flesh a squeeze. “Well?” Still no words, only restrained, squeaky moans. Releasing his grasp ever so slightly, Gokuu pulled back his fingers and let them drag across his wife’s expansive breast before reaching the top of her breast—her prized-pink, small, and thick nipple—and giving it a pinch.
A screech escaped Chi-Chi at last, ‘Fine! Who cares if Gohan-chan hears?’ muddled her thoughts for the briefest of moments. “Yes!” She whispered weakly, “They grew because I had to play with them so much while you were gone!”
Son Gokuu’s face softened with adoration. In this moment he knew: ‘I want to protect this girl with all of my strength.’ Warmth and strength poured from Gokuu’s heart downward, washing over his body. Placing his lips upon Chi-Chi’s, Gokuu kissed her, remembering the time she first kissed them in bed after their first time together.