with a successful scientist or a banker.Someone who left the house neatly with a suitcase in the morning, came back in the evening, went on excursions with the family on the weekend and gave her a bouquet of roses on her wedding day. The idea of ​​Gokou in a suit with a briefcase on the way to an office made her laugh. No, he was just as right as he was, with all the flaws and all the worries that it had brought with it. The only suit that Gokou owned was the one that Muten Roshi had given him for his wedding and that had been lying in a chest in the attic of the castle on Bratpfannenberg for ages.
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She turned off the water and heard Gokou knock outside. "Gohan is in bed and has promised to fall asleep right away!"
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Chichi, who was in the process of putting shampoo on her long hair, shouted thanks to him.
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Gokou was already on the way to the bedroom. Chichi's long hair took two washes before she felt really clean. It also took forever to dry, but at last she was finished, dabbed a few drops of the perfume into her neckline and behind her ears and slipped into the extremely thin, forbidden short negligee made of dark green silk.This time she let the hair, which she usually braided in pigtails overnight, fall open to her waist.
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When she stepped into the bedroom, Gokou was sitting on his side of the bed with his back to the door and looking through the open window at the starry sky, as if he wanted to memorize its beauty. Chichi felt how the suppressed tears made her eyes wet. No, she wouldn't cry, not yet. Only one lamp burned and bathed the room in warm light. When Chichi closed the door behind him, Gokou turned to her, a slight remark on his lips.
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His eyes went wide. "Chichi ... you ... you are beautiful."
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Chichi blushed. She had hoped for this effect. "How tired are you, Gokou?" She asked innocently, stepped over to the bed and leaned forward to kiss him on the lips. The fact that the already not very modest neckline of her negligee gave deep insights and her long, silky soft hair brushed his bare shoulders did the rest.His breathing got faster and Chichi, who was starting to enjoy the unusual role of seductress, knelt on the bed, slid over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I don't want to cry, Gokou," she whispered. "I don't want to think about tomorrow."
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Gokou breathed in her scent deeply. "You're so different today, Chichi," he muttered, wrapping his arms around her delicate body. "You make me Crazy."
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“That's a good thing, you're driving me crazy too, Gokou.” Her hands felt over his warm skin, the firm muscles and clung to his shoulders. "Let's be crazy together tonight, okay?"
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Gokou pulled away from her gently and pressed her into the pillow. He extinguished the lamp with one hand and stroked her trembling lower lip with the other. The moon was up and its pale light sucked the color from Gokou's golden hair and pale green eyes. He had never seen Chichi like this, she was always so practical, so decisive and didn't seem to be seriously worried about him.Her trust in his strength had always strengthened his back. But now her gaze was so soft, open and vulnerable. He wanted to drive the worry out of her eyes, the fear she seemed to have for him this time. He knew she only pulled herself together for him, for him and Gohan. To have to watch helplessly as he risked his head and neck again, Gokou wished he could spare her that.
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Chichi felt that he was holding back, that he wasn't going to let himself go yet. She pulled his head down and kissed him with all the passion she felt for him. His heart was beating as hard as hers now.
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"I won't be able to hold back much longer, Chichi," he said hoarsely as they caught their breath. "Maybe I'll hurt you as Super Saiyan."
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"I'm tougher than I look," replied Chichi. "I didn't ask to be spared, did I?"
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The last dam in Gokou needed and he pulled the thin straps of her negligee from her shoulders ...<br />
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Later, much later, Chichi awoke from a confused dream. She rolled over and listened in the darkness. Gokou's calm, deep breath made her feel safe. He was pretty exhausted, you Super Saiyan. Chichi could feel the bruises on the different parts of her body, his grip hadn't been particularly delicate, but she wasn't mimosa, thank goodness not. Her eyes slowly got used to the darkness and in the weak light of the stars she could make out Gokou's face. As peaceful and relaxed as he looked, he looked much younger, almost as young as when they fought each other.
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He had kept his promise that she had demanded of him at the tournament, they had married, but the dark cloud of error had always hung over her. Would he have asked for her hand on his own initiative?No, he probably wouldn't have. She thought back to her wedding night and the chaos that had reigned, because neither Gokou nor she had really known what was in store for them. In the end it was painful, but nice because he had treated her so worriedly, so carefully, as if she were a fragile treasure. That night, she was sure in retrospect, her enthusiasm, her infatuation had grown into that love that endured that she always came second.
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Oh yes, there had been days, especially around Valentine's Day or her wedding day, when she could hardly bear to see all those happy couples in love. In that year when he first died and then again when he was left in space. How much she would have loved to be angry with him with all her heart, accusing him of selfishness ... but if he were really an egoist, then her heart would have been safe from him. Each of his fights is a battle for the world, including her and all his friends.He always held his head out and she had to watch. It was easier to play the happy mother, the worried mother, than the desperate wife. Tomorrow again she would pretend that she didn't care that he faced this monster, as if only Gohan was important. She knew that Gokou would hear the unsaid in her eyes, in her tone of voice, that he would feel that her concern was for both of them. But she wouldn't say it openly, wouldn't cling to him. As a fighter, she knew that every ounce of concentration counted, every distraction, even if it were just a moment's hesitation, because his tears, her torment, could be fatal. As always, she would suppress her grief, at the risk of fainting again because her heart could no longer bear to have to tremble so much for her two husbands.
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She raised her hand and stroked Gokou's hair. The blond strands crackled with strength.Wasn't there anyone else who could save the world instead of him?
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Her eyes filled with tears again, but since no one saw them, Chichi did not hold them back. The sobs that shook her body were mute, like the agony that had built up in her heart.
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“Didn't you say you don't want to cry?” Gokou had opened his eyes and reached out a hand to wipe the tears from her cheeks.
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"Right," she tried to smile. "Silly me."
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"Don't be afraid, I'll take care of Gohan."
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* And who will take care of you? * she wondered anxiously. "I know that," she said aloud and wiped away her tears. "I just had one bad dream, that's all. Are you holding me tight?" She slid over to him and snuggled into his warm chest. He put his arm around her and her tears dried quickly. "I love you," he breathed in her ear and her heart jumped.<br />
"I love you too, Gokou," she whispered, turned around and kissed him hot and long again, as if she could give him some of her strength. "Do not forget me."
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"How could I," he hugged her and laid his cheek on her soft hair. "Everything will be fine tomorrow, I promise."
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He didn't see her close her eyes and her lips form the word "liar".
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Chichi woke up long before Gokou. Outside, the first birds chirped in the pale dawn. The world smelled fresh and seemed full of promises. Chichi carefully pulled away from Gokou's embrace, kissed him on the cheek and quietly slipped into her slippers. In the bathroom she washed the last traces of tears from her eyes and slapped cold water on her face to wake up and wake up.
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Fully dressed, she crept into Gohan's room and saw with an indulgent smile that he had once again kicked the covers off the bed.He would make it, for sure. His father, Piccolo, and everyone else would take care of him. Her fear for him was not half as great as her fear of losing Gokou again. Maybe forever. She closed the door quietly and went into the kitchen. They were going to have the very best breakfast she'd ever cooked today. She rolled up her sleeves and went to gather the ingredients for her super pancakes. Oh yes, she'd have to get the eggs from the few chickens in the shed over there that she'd gotten after her last shopping accident.
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The sun was just rising outside. Chichi stepped in front of the house and blinked in the growing light. Certainly it was just because her eyes were burning and tears were running down her cheeks. Resolutely, she wiped her face with her sleeve, stretched, and took a deep breath.
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"I don't want to cry," she said aloud, looking for and finding the strength she needed to give the two of them the security of normality with the usual nagging."I don't want to cry. Never again. Not about him."
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