A Collection of Short DBZ Stories

Trust

Scenario: Goku keeps thinking about Goku Black.

He studied her as she did the simplest of tasks; from folding laundry to serving dinner to washing dishes. He seemed to intervene every step of the way and although Chichi did appreciate it there was an urgency in his tone whenever he offered a hand. First it was "d'ya need any help?" To "Goten, Chichi you can have my dessert." That last remark almost made the woman faint. Could she be living a nightmare? Now, after a huge medical exam, Chichi ruled out that today her husband was just a little extra grateful...and weird.

Like clockwork, Chichi's hands set to  work on cleaning the dishes with those same onyx orbs watching her intently. "Goku? Can I help you with something?" She rinsed off a plate only for the Saiyan to pluck it from her hands and delicately place it on the dishrack and a few others in the China cabinet. He was being surprisingly gentle and yet her heart skipped everytime he laid a finger on such a delicate piece of cutlery.

"No," a shrug, "don't I usually help ya clean up the table?" The man looked  puzzled. Why was a simple act of kindness making her so anxious?

"Hmm," her manicured finger picked at a speck of dirt on one of the dishes. "Sometimes. But you've been acting extra nice." Chichi narrowed her eyes in thought. "Is there somethin'...bothering you?" A memory from just a few hours ago flashed through her mind. Goku broke the news that Black had killed Goten as well as herself and she recalled how angry he was. How his body tensed, fists clenched and voice lowered to something of a growl. Honestly, what's the big deal? I'm alive now, ain't I?

Then it happened. That same rigidity Chichi had witnessed just hours before. "I-It's nothing." He obviously lied with the life snapping back into his once zoned out eyes.

"Goku." The housewife glared at him warningly as if to say; don't you lie to me.

There's no point in hiding it now. The warrior's shoulders seemed to drop at the sudden release of a burden. "Chichi," she expected his voice to be loud and energetic as it always was, but instead he spoke softly. "You know I'd never hurt'cha, right?"

Black. The sharp housewife thought in frustration. Damn you. "Why are ya asking such a silly-"

A single, strong finger traced her jawline and redirected her gaze. "Right?" The Saiyan asked with a bit more force, more eagerness. The warmth in her cheeks increased under that very serious, manly expression.

"Yes Goku-sa. I know you would never hurt me...and...future me knows that too."  He winced at the truth she had uncovered but relaxed when he felt her wet hand cup his cheek. "Please don't worry, hun." The smile she displayed was reassuring, powerful, and enough to quell the alien's fears. The finger on her chin opened into a hand and slid itself onto his wife's waist.

"So she knows it wasn't me, right? I'm not the one who killed her." Hearing someone as strong as Goku pleading in such a way made a chill run down her spine.

"Yes. She knows. Otherwise she wouldnt've ran away." Chichi's thumb lightly rubbed the man's strong cheekbone. "This is the present and me 'nd Goten are still here."

A look of uncertainty briefly passed through the martial artist's features. "You sure?"

"Mm-hm." As if her hands had a mind of her own, she found the pair on Goku's chest. There's something so magnetic about you. Then she traveled to his thick neck where the warmth radiated through her. At this moment she wanted nothing more than a taste of him. The sweetest man I've ever known.

"That's good to hear," the guilt he had been harboring for so long finally washed away. "I only wish I punched that bastard harder in the face." He muttered, making the housewife shake her head in disbelief. 

Even after the whole ordeal was over this gentle being still felt angry at her indirect death. Just thinking about it made butterflies flutter inside."I love you." Chichi said quietly before pulling him down for a kiss. Don't you worry anymore.

Completed: 1/17/19-1/19/19