#dbfanfic

A future scene from my latest fic “Desiderium”

Tiny delicate fingers resting in hers, she leads the three-year-old to the closest apple orchard to their quiet abode.

Roaming the premises, she examines her surroundings. There was something peculiar about this area that she couldn’t put her tongue on. What was that?

Raising his chin, Goten gazes up at his mother. “Mama, why ya lookin’ like that?”

Caught off guard, she lowers her eyes, meeting her son’s. “Whatcha mean, Goten? I’m just lookin’ for a tree that I can raise up an’ have ya pick a few apples. We don’t need a lot.”

“Gohan said that ya wanted ‘ta make a pie. Can I help ya make it, mama?”

“Of course, sweetheart. Ya can help me stir in the ingredients an’ wit’ the crust. Mama is gonna cut the apples - that’s grownup work, kay?” She retorts, hoping he wouldn’t make a fuss if she measured everything and let him plop it in.

“Kay! I can do that.” The small boy chirps, happily striding next to his mom. Tail swishing side to side, he studies the area for a tree short enough for his mother to raise him and have him pick the apples. That was what she had said they would do, right?

“Goten, this direction.” She dictates, tugging his hand slightly, indicating what direction they need to go.

Eyes widen, and he bickers softly. “Mama, there’s a tree over there that we can pick. Can’t we go there?”

“No. I already have a tree in mind. We’re usin’ that one.” She firmly necessitates orbs locked ahead.

“Why? They’re all the same, right?” The small child questions, lips pursed in wonder.

“To a degree, but this one is sentimental ‘ta me.” She grins, reminiscing already about when she and her Goku-sa last came, right when Gohan had been born.

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Waiting in line with his recently born son and wife, Goku tilts his head back, annoyed that this was taking so long to get into the orchard. All they had to do was pay a fee to pick apples, so what was containing everyone from moving swiftly? He couldn’t deal with it. If it wasn’t was Chi-Chi insisting that they went as a family, he wouldn’t have gone! Shifting his gaze, he analyzes his wife. What was up with her and that baby? It was getting more attention than he was, and they no longer had time to pleasure each other! Didn’t she know that he craved her?!

Lifting her eyes, her lips press into a thin line, concerned. “Goku-sa. Why ya starin’ at me like that? Ya look like ya wanna...do it….”

“Yeah? What ’bout it?”

Eyes going round, her body stiffens. How could he say that in public?! In front of their baby?! Gohan couldn’t hear them talk about such scandalous things! “Goku-sa! Not here! Not in front of Gohan!”

“Chi-Chi, stop actin’ like he understands what we’re talkin’ ’bout. He’s a baby.” Snickering, he turns his body and crosses his arms irritated at his young wife. “Ya sure give him more attention than anyone else out there.”

Confused as to what he was talking about, she stares blankly at him. What did he mean by that? Of course, she needed to give their son attention! “He’s a baby! Ya think he can take care of himself! He can’t feed, change, or take care of himself!” Droplets forming in the corner of her eyes, she bows her head in frustration.

Hating when his wife gets upset, he pulls her close. “Chi-Chi, don’t cry.”

Her hands around placed against Gohan, she embraces him tighter. Putting him in a sling before they left, she kept him close to her heart. It was said that a mother’s heartbeat soothed a baby. Heck, she believed all the old wife tales for the most part - there had to be some logic behind it all! “Stop it. I don’t wanna hear ’bout ya tryin’ ‘ta get me ‘ta forgive ya. I won’t do it.”

“But Chi-Chi...I hate when you’re mad at me...it bothers me an’ I can’t think straight the rest of the day.”

“I don’t care. Ya did it ‘ta yerself an’ ya can deal with it, mister.” She grunts, stomping ahead of him. It would have been no surprise if anyone stepped forth due to them being distracted by each other. Then who knew what people’s morals were here.

Pursed lips, she follows behind his wife. Defeated, he questions if she’ll let him sleep in bed with her. He hated when she did that. Being close to her was always one of his favorite things. Especially when he got to hold her and listen to her breathing and heartbeat. There was something about her that he had grown to love unconditionally. He couldn’t get enough of her; perhaps that was why they made a baby so soon. He was told to be careful, then he didn’t know necessarily what he was doing - his Saiyan instincts took over everything for him.

Right at the window, he plops plenty of cash for the employee and bolts away after scooping his wife and child with him. “Let’s find a tree, dontcha say?!”

The petite woman stares at him in horror. How could he behave in such regard?! Didn’t he have any standards?! “GOKU! PUT US DOWN RIGHT NOW! PUT US DOWN!” She screams, fighting him.

“Chi-Chi, calm down. It’s gonna be okay. I promise ya.” He assures her, trying to soothe her nerves. Why did she always have to be so tense?!

“Put. Me. Down.” She demands, knowing full well that Goku knew better to behave like this in public and their newborn. Clinging to her baby, she holds him close to his heart. “Goku-sa...this ain’t safe. I don’t care what ya say.”

Landing on his feet, he helps his wife to her feet. “Chi-Chi, relax. You’re too tense. Ya need ‘ta loosen up, Chi.”

Letting Gohan lay firm in the sling, her nose ruffles. “I can’t when yer goin’ around not carin’ ’bout nothin’! Sometimes I swear ya don’t even think ’bout whatcha doin’!”

Rolling his eyes, Goku sighs and walks away. “I do. I wanna spend time with ya, but ya rather would spend time with Gohan. Ya don’t have time for me anymore.”

Anger slipping, her expression softens. “That’s how ya feel? I...I didn’t know….”

“How could ya when all ya do is pay attention ‘ta Gohan? I get it. Ya don’t have as much time for me anymore, though I want ya like crazy.” He admits, eyes averted from hers. He couldn’t let her see him like this - vulnerable for her.

Biting her lower lip, her lips soon part. “I... I’m sorry that I haven’t been givin’ ya that. I...I just feel worthless sometimes, have been since we had Gohan. With the stretch marks I have, ya goin’ ‘ta train, him strugglin’ at night, not drinkin’ how he should, I feel like I’m a horrible mother, wife….”

Raising a brow, he’s baffled that she thought that way of herself. “...who told ya that? I don’t feel that way ’bout ya at all...in fact, I can’t get enough of ya, Chi. I wish ya would let me touch ya more.”

Tears streak down her face. How could she let herself believe this?..and the fact that he now knew made it worse. She hated herself for how she felt. “...yer just sayin’ that ‘ta say that. I know it.”

Approaching her, he slides his hands along her jaw. “That ain’t true. I could show ya right here an’ now that it ain’t.”

Lashes fluttering, her optics scan his, knowing that he had to be making this up. “Don…”

Breaking her off with a kiss, the Saiyan holds her firmly in his arms. He couldn’t get enough of her, and having her diss herself passed him off. How could she talk about herself like that?! Didn’t she know how wonderful she was? He wouldn’t trade her for anything.

Melting in arms, she reciprocates the kiss - loving every second she got with him. She wouldn’t trade him for anything! Digits sliding through his messy obsidian locks, she pulls closer - unable to get enough of him.

Pulling apart, they glance down at their little one. The toned Saiyan bops the child’s nose. “We didn’t forget ’bout ya, little one. Ya’ll still get time with yer mom.”

Cooing, Gohan stares at his father in wonder. There weren’t many days where the two spent time together as he did with his mother; that was when Goku wasn’t home.

“Ya need ‘ta spend more time with him, Goku-sa. I want him ‘ta know ya well.”

“...can I train him with me?” Goku asks with wide eyes, ecstatic thinking about training his son.

Clutching him close to her chest, she argues. “No way! He ain’t gonna do any of that! I forbid it! He ain’t gonna do none of that! He’s gonna have a normal life an’ that’s final!”

Brows knitting together, his lips purse. How could Chi-Chi say that when the boy had to have blood in him! Didn’t she understand that it was in his nature?! “But Chi-Chi... he’s gotta have some of that nature in him! I know it!”

“No! An’ that’s final!” Shoving him aside, she struts away. Stopping at the nearest tree, she lifts her gaze. She knew nothing about apple picking; she doubted he did. “...”

Following behind her, he reaches for an apple, takes hold of it, and munches on it.

Twisting her head, she grimaces. “We’re suppose ‘ta pick ’em and then ’em!”

“What’s that?”

“We’re pickin’ apples’ ta can ’em! I’m gonna make some pie, an’ crumble too! I thought ya would love that….” She musters, annoyed he had forgotten about what the purpose of their trip to the orchard was.

“Chi-Chi, of course, we can!” Holding up the bag she had him bring for their apples, he shoots her a cheeky smile. “I knew what we were doin’, dontcha worry, Chi-Chi!”

Huffing, her lips purse. Bowing her head, she looks at her child in hand. “Could you pick ’em for me. I can’t reach ’em an’ I ain’t jumpin’ with ’em with him attached ‘ta me.”

Cocking his head, he reaches for Gohan, assuming he could take their son while she went to work.

“No. Don’t. He’ll stay here. Ya can reach ’em. I can’t. Kay?” She announces, holding him close to her bosom. “Just ’bout three dozen an’ we can go from there.”

“How much is three dozen?”

“Thirty-six apples.”

“Oh, okay.” He chirps.

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“Mama. Mama. Why are ya starin’ at the tree like that? I don’t like it, mama.” Goten pouts, tugging on her pant’s leg.

Shaking her head, she glances down at her child. “... I’m sorry, hunny. I was just thinkin’ ’bout yer father. We came here with Gohan when he was first born ‘ta this expect spot.”

Staring at her with wide eyes, he always loved hearing stories about his father. He had heard that they looked precisely identical! What’s more exciting than hearing stories about the man that Gohan and his mother talked about often?! He dreamed about meeting this man. It was all he wanted - ever! “Mama, can ya tell me ’bout daddy?”