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@gochi-week day 3: Chichi and UI 💫

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Over the Waves

Pairing: GoChi

Word count: 1627

Summary: Over the WavesChichi just isn't her self when her sons leave for the day during the summer vacation from school and has a surprising request for Goku.

Prompt: For @gochiweek​, prompt #4

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41751120

“Bye, mom!  Bye, dad!” said Gohan as he ran out the backdoor.  

“Have a good day!” Chichi called after him as I yelled my goodbye from the kitchen table.

Through the open kitchen window above the kitchen sink, I glimpsed him kick into the air and rocket far out of sight in a matter of moments to go spend the hot summer day in Satan City with Videl.  

Goten walked into the kitchen, dressed in a powder-blue rash-guard and bright red swim shorts.  He had a red backpack slung over one shoulder with supplies for a day of swimming and a sleepover with Trunks at Capsule Corp.  Chichi packed it for him earlier that morning.

She ran her fingers through his thick hair that looked just like mine.  “Have fun with Trunks!  And be sure to go to bed at a reasonable time.”

Goten nodded.  “Yes, mommy, I will!”

“Bye, Goten!” Chichi and I said in unison.  

With that, he ran out the backdoor, too, and flew off toward Capsule Corp.

Chichi tossed the dishtowel she had used to dry our breakfast dishes on the counter and sighed as she stared outside.  There was an uncharacteristic slump in her shoulders.  

I got up from the table and went to her.  I rubbed her back.  “You okay, babe?”

Another sigh, a nod, and, “Yeah.  I’m fine.”

That wasn’t very convincing.  Chichi always got a little mopey when the boys left for the day.  She loved it when we were all home together.  Between the heat, the boys leaving, and her hardly ever leaving the house since summer started, she was a little off.  

I hummed.  “Why don’t you and me go out?  We could go for a swim in the lake if you want.”

Chichi hummed, too, but didn’t respond right away, her gaze still focused on something outside the window. “Work needs done around the house.”

“That can wait.”  I reached for the neat little bow behind her neck that held up her white apron.  I pulled the bow open and did the same to the one holding her apron to her waist.  “How about it, honey?”

Chichi giggled and tossed the apron on the counter on top of the dishtowel.  “Okay.  Let me grab a few things and then let’s go.”

~+~

Our bare feet dangled in the lake’s cool water as Chichi and I sat side-by-side on the lake’s edge.  I had on my black swim shorts and Chichi had on a pink one-piece swimsuit with a simple white wrap tied around her waist.  She let her long hair down to dry in the sun from the swim and I couldn’t resist sliding my fingers through her long soft hair.  She smiled at me before a small flock of ducks took off out of the lake.  Chichi watched them until they were almost out of sight.  

“Goku?”

“Hmm?”

“I want you to teach me how to fly.”

I stared at her with wide eyes.  “Y-you want to learn how to fly?”

I didn’t expect that!

Chichi met my gaze and nodded.  “Yes.”

I grinned.  “Want to start now?”

“Sure.”

I pulled my legs out of the water, stood, and offered Chichi a hand.  She accepted it and we walked to a soft patch of grass.  

“You know how to do this,” I said as I cupped my hands in front of me and summed just enough ki to form a little pinpoint of light over my palms.  

Chichi’s energy surged as she summoned her own tiny ball of light in her hands, held it a moment, and let it fade.  

“Yeah, that’s it,” I said as I nodded.  “Well, flight isn’t too different from what you just did.  Instead of bringing my energy into my hands, I kind of just push it up.  Give it a try!”  

Chichi nodded slowly, murmured, “Push it up,” and closed her eyes.  

I watched her with baited breath.  Chichi was strong.  If anyone could fly, she definitely could.  Chichi’s energy built and flowed gently around her.  Her long hair billowed with the air her energy displaced.  Her bare toes lifted off the grass.  She eased a couple feet higher and opened her eyes.  She grinned as she stared around herself, directed that smile at me, and my heart fluttered.  Chichi had complete control but I held my arms out for her just in case.  

Her feet touched down gently in the grass and she blew out a breath, still not losing her grin.  

Chichi threw her arms around me.  “I did it!”

I laughed as I held her.  “Yeah!  I knew you could do it, babe!”

I stepped away to give her space to try again.  

Chichi narrowed her eyes and floated off the grass.  She flew higher, that time almost level with the treetops.  The swimsuit wrap around her waist came loose and fluttered away on the breeze.  She reached for it but missed.

I smiled.  “Will yourself forward and you’ll go forward.”

Chichi moved forward, slowly at first, and I stayed right with her.  She wobbled, dropped a few inches, and recovered.  Her wide-eyed gaze sought mine.  

“Don’t worry, babe.  I’m right here.  I’ll catch you if you fall,” I said.  

Chichi relaxed with that and her flight stabilized.  

Chichi looked off toward her white swimsuit wrap, not much more than a small speck over the trees.  “Oh, I’m never going to catch that.”

“You’ll get this in no time, babe.  All you need is practice.  I’ll be right back,” I said with a wink.  

I flew after the little white speck floating over the trees, snatched her soft knitted wrap out of the air, and rejoined Chichi all in only a few seconds.  I gave it to her.  

Chichi smiled as she tied it around her waist with a double knot.  “Thank you, sweetheart.”

Chichi sank toward the grass and I followed her down where we both landed.  She bent double and braced her hands on her knees to catch her breath.  

“That’s a little hard to hold at first, isn’t it?” I said, remembering my struggles with my first flight.

She straightened and nodded.  After a short break, she was right back at it again.  That was my wife!  When there was something she wanted, she never gave up.

~+~

Chichi flew fast circles around me and zigzagged through the air above our house.  I chased after her.  

“I feel completely weightless!” she yelled through a laugh as she swooped in low over our house.  “This is amazing!  I should have asked you to teach me ages ago!”

I chuckled as I chased her through the air.  “What’s even more amazing is how fast you mastered this!”  

I married one incredible woman!

Chichi landed on our roof.  “Let’s go to the coast.”

With no warning, she took off again, angling to the south.  I flew after her.  We lived pretty close to the ocean so we reached the glittering expanse of sea only a few minutes later.  I breathed in the briny air.  We overflew a remote, untouched beach and out over the surprisingly calm blue water.  Chichi skimmed her fingers along the glassy surface and then gained some altitude.

Small, sleek shapes darted around just a little too deep to make out.  A fin sliced through the surface, followed by a lot more.  Shiny grey dolphins leaped high from the glassy water, twisting in the air to get a look at Chichi and me.  

Chichi clapped her hands together.  “Oh, look at them!  There has to be at least fifty!”

“Hey, watch this!” I yelled over the splashing and whistling dolphins.  “I’m going to give them something to chase.”

I dove low over the seawater, almost skimming the surface.  Just like I thought they would, the dolphins kicked their powerful tails and stayed right on mine.  They porpoised after me, taking breaths of air every time they breached the surface.  The dolphins stayed with us a good long while but eventually the group grew bored.  They veered away and I quickly lost them in the endless expanse of blue.  All that was left of them was choppy water and a frothy film clinging to the surface.

“I think the dolphins liked that,” said Chichi as she slowed to a hover some ten feet over the water.

“Remember when we saw dolphins from Nimbus when we were young?” I asked.

Chichi’s eyes sparkled.  “Oh, how could I possibly forget?”  She touched her cheek and sighed.  “And then we got married.”

I floated closer to her.  “Mm-hmm.”

I smoothed a strand of hair out of her face and moved in for what was supposed to be a little kiss.  When we came up for air, I was breathless.  Chichi’s cheeks were flushed and she batted long eyelashes at me.  The breeze carried a distant foghorn.  The day was almost over.  Chichi cupped her hands around her mouth and called for Nimbus.  The little yellow cloud found us in no time just like it always did before.  

Chichi made herself comfortable and patted for me to join her.  “Let’s watch the sunset over the ocean like we did when we were young.”

I sat beside Chichi on Nimbus’ soft, fluffy surface.  When Chichi shivered as the temperature dropped a little, I pulled her onto my lap.  The sunset painted bright pink, orange, and gold all over the water and I was sure I spotted the pod of dolphins leaping on the horizon.  Chichi snuggled into me and, together, we watched until the last of the sunset’s bright colors faded with the last of the daylight and night took over.  We took Nimbus home.  When the boys were both home, we surprised them with a flight out as a family.  

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My entries for this year’s Gochi Week!

I hope you like them. I had a good time making these.

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Waiting for GoChi Week like

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GoChiWeek2021 Day2 Romantic Goku and ChiChi every year go pick up apples 🍎 from their favourite tree 🌳

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GoChi Week 2021: A Fulfilled Life: Part Two

GoChi Week 2021

A Fulfilled Life

Day Two Prompt: Romantic @gochi-week

Goku added another log of wood to the dying fire. The flames grew twice its size from the thick log. Goku hoped that will be enough. It was the last one. He could go out and get more firewood but he promised to stay here and watch Celia. When Goku made a promise, he kept it.

Celia laid nearby on a futon wrapped in a blanket. Her sudden coughing had Goku rushing to her side. “Are you all right? Do you need anything?”

Celia cleared her hoarse throat. “You’re so kind. If I were well, I would cook you a meal. Seeing you eat, always makes me happy. You’re so adorable.”

“Adorable?”

“It means kind; you make people feel good. No one has reacted the way you have to my cooking.” Celia’s sickly smile was tender. “You eat every morsel and you’re always hungry for more. You’re special.”

Goku was used to being called names. Most were of criticism. Very rare he received praised for being himself and he received a lot from Celia. Celia was a kind woman. She fed him yummy meals and mended his clothes. When she fell ill, Goku did all he could to accommodate her. Goku never got sick but saw it happen to Master Roshi, Krillin and Lunch but Celia appeared sicker. Last night she was burning up and this morning she woke with chills and couldn’t move from her futon. If something wasn’t done soon, she’ll die and Goku didn’t want that to happen to a kind woman like Celia.

The cabin door burst open. A man in a bearskin coat, matching hat, knitted scarf and gloves walked in. He had a large sack over his right shoulder and logs of wood under his left arm. He kicked the door shut to keep the cold air out.

“How’s Celia, Goku?”

Goku took the logs of wood from the burly, bearded man. He stacked them by the fireplace. “Still sick. She looks really bad, Silas.”

Silas set down his sack and removed his hat and scarf as he approached Celia. Goku stared at the two confused. Celia was ill but the way Celia and Silas smiled at each other reminded Goku of those weird movies blue-haired Lunch loved to watch. She always cried watching them. Silas touched Celia’s forehead with his gloved hand. “You’re burning up again. Sorry I took so long to get back to you.”

Goku saw Celia wrap her sweaty hands around Silas’s gloved one. Celia didn’t allow any direct touching in fear she will spread her sickness to him and Silas. “You’re here now, Silas.”

“I have the medicine to cure you. I’ll make it now.” Silas grabbed his heavy bag and carried it to the kitchen. “I’ll need your help, Goku.” Silas placed the bag on the table. Goku climbed onto the seat and stood on it to peer inside the bag Silas opened.

A foul stench latched itself onto Goku’s nose. He covered his nose with his hands to protect himself but the strong scent penetrated his hands. “Yuck! What stinks?”

Silas pulled out a variety of green and color plants and wet, squishy dark red organs. “This is medicine for Celia, Goku. These plants are medicinal herbs: yellow root, echinacea, elderberry, hyssop, lemongrass and catnip. This squishy flesh is liver from bear and boar. It’s all around these mountains. It’s better than the chemical medicines used in the big cities.”

The foul stench made Goku’s head hurt. “It stinks!”

Silas grabbed a mortar and pestle. “It does. City medicines don’t have a stench. Chemicals are used to drown the smell. It makes their medicine less effective.” Silas placed the yellow root in the mortar. He began mashing it with the pestle. “Watch and learn, Goku. You may have to use this to cure someone you love one day.”

Goku wiped the sweat off his forehead. He did everything from memory: mashed the plants he collected in the mortar and pestle until they were fine crumbs, drained the blood from the bear and boar liver and boil for an hour; transfer the livers in another pot and boil again for another hour with the crushed herbs.

While that cooked, Goku made chicken soup from a recipe in the cooking books ChiChi sometimes used. He mentally thanked ChiChi for showing him to use appliances and kitchen utensils a year ago when Gohan was a newborn and she needed extra help around the house. The soup was finished an hour before the medicine was ready. Goku spent that time cleaning the kitchen. It was a mess with dirt and animal blood on the floor and table. The counter was covered with messy bowls and stains of food. If ChiChi saw this mess, she’ll kill him. Grabbing a soapy towel, Goku started his big clean. He occasionally looked up to check on Gohan in the other room.

The two-year-old sat on the sofa, clutching his stuffed rabbit engrossed with the talking animals on TV. He was wide awake. After Goku fed Gohan breakfast, he placed Gohan in a carrier and attached him on his back. He’ll take it to his grave he gathered herbs and killed wild animals while Gohan napped on his back. It was either take Gohan with him or leave him unattended at home while ChiChi slept. ChiChi was so ill she couldn’t get out of bed so Goku made a hasty decision. It was all for ChiChi’s health but Goku knew ChiChi wouldn’t see it that way if she knew the truth.

Goku finished mopping the floor when the timer on the stove beeped. Goku turned off the shrilled sound. He raised the lid off the pot. “Ugh!” he groaned. The scent was putrid. “Guess it’s ready.”

Goku filled a mug of the smelly brew. Remembering Silas’ final instructions, he sprinkled cinnamon and stirred to mute the foul scent. Now it was time for the final test. Goku blew on the mug. His lips touched the top of the mug but before he could taste the liquid contents, Goku pulled back.

“Argh!” The cinnamon didn’t help at all! “It still smells like dookie!”

Pinching his nose, Goku sipped the liquid and quickly spat it out. Still bitter and foul; exactly as it should be.

Goku heard ChiChi coughing heavily as he entered their bedroom. He cautiously walked in carrying a tray with a bowl of soup and a mug with a saucer plate covering it. “ChiChi, I got something for you.”

ChiChi groaned as she pulled the covers off her face. She felt as if she was hit by a truck. Her body ached, her head throbbed and her throat was sore. ChiChi sat up and pushed her messy hair back.  She thought she was delirious. Goku held a tray of food. Was this for her? “Did you cook?”

Goku placed the tray on the nightstand. “Just medicine and soup.” Goku handed ChiChi the mug.

“Medicine?” ChiChi noticed the mug had a saucer plate over it. She lifted the saucer, “Why is this…. Ugh!” ChiChi closed it. “It’s ghastly. What is this?”

“Medicine. Drink it. It stinks but it will make you better. I promise.”

ChiChi removed the saucer and immediately recoiled. “Urrgh! How do you know it will make me better?” ChiChi sipped and pulled back. She shuddered as some of the liquid went down her throat. “I taste yellow root and lemongrass. Ugh. This smells like a dead animal.”

Goku knew ChiChi would throw the mug back at him if she knew liver from boar and bear helped created this concoction. “Fresh stuff and herbs I picked outside. When I trained for the 22nd tournament, I met Silas and Celia. They live in the mountains south of Yunzabit Heights. I got the recipe from them.”

“Who are Silas and Celia?”

“A married couple. I was living outside when Silas found me hunting dinner. It was winter and he didn’t think it was right for a kid to be living outside. I told him I can take care of myself but he insisted and invited me to his home for a meal. I stayed with them for a month before I moved on. Grandpa taught me some things, too, but I forgot. Silas showed me what plants to pick, what to eat and how to create herbs to season any meat I hunt. When Celia got sick, he made medicine with plants and stuff around his home.”

ChiChi looked skeptically at the mug. “Did it work?”

“Yeah,” Goku nodded. “It stinks but Celia was better the next day. She’s a nice lady. She made a lot of yummy food for me and fixed my clothes whenever I tore them. I think she was really nice to me because she and Silas didn’t have kids.”

ChiChi stared at the putrid liquid. After hearing that story, there was no way she could reject this. She pinched her nose and drunk the hot, smelly liquid in four gulps. She made a gagging sound as she handed the empty mug to Goku. “I hope it works.” She rubbed her throat. The aftertaste was horrific!

“Time for the good stuff,” Goku said as he handed ChiChi the soup.

This pleasing smell of the hot soup made ChiChi’s mouth water. “Is this my reward for drinking the stinky medicine?”

“Yup. Silas did this for Celia, too.”

“And you’re doing this for me,” she whispered. For several moments, ChiChi stared at the soup.

When she tasted it, Goku saw tears roll down ChiChi’s cheeks. “What?” he panicked. “Is it bad? Did I put too much salt?”

“No. Nothing’s wrong,” ChiChi sniffed. “This is so sweet. I didn’t know you were a romantic, Goku.”

“Romantic?” Goku knew that word. It always tied with flowers and doing nice gestures. Romantic didn’t tie to medicine and food. “I just made medicine and soup.”

“You did,” ChiChi cried, “but it’s more than that. You remembered something years ago to take care of me.”

“Yeah?” Goku drawled slowly still not seeing what he did as romantic. It was practical. ChiChi’s sick and Goku thought of some medicine he felt will cure her. How was that romantic?

ChiChi stirred the hot soup with a spoon before taking a bite. “Mmm,” she moaned. This was so good and what she needed to wash down the nasty medicine! “Delicious. This is the best soup I’ve ever tasted!”

“It is?” Goku tasted it. It was okay but not as good as the soup ChiChi makes. Maybe this cold weakened ChiChi’s sense of taste.

ChiChi wasn’t sure if the medicine was working but her mood was lifting at the wonderful gesture of her sweet and romantic husband. “Where’s Gohan? Did you feed him this wonderful soup, too?”

“Not the soup but Gohan’s already eaten breakfast and lunch. He’s watching TV now.”

ChiChi groaned. Gohan was only allowed an hour of TV time a day and she knew Goku broke that rule. “Did you put Gohan in front of the TV all day?”

“Yeah,” Goku knew ChiChi would be upset with that, “but he’s watching those educational videos. I had to distract him while I made your medicine and soup.”

“Okay.” ChiChi accepted that excuse. After this sweet gesture from her husband, ChiChi couldn’t be mad at Goku today.

Goku kept ChiChi company until she finished her meal. When he left, the concoction of the medicine finally got to her. She fell asleep at three in the afternoon and didn’t awaken until thirteen hours later.

Her throat wasn’t sore; her nose wasn’t stuffy, her body didn’t ache. She didn’t feel sick at all.

The medicine worked.

For the first time in two days, ChiChi got out of bed. She felt great! She was so happy to be strong enough to cook and clean again for her family, and after the way Goku took care of her, ChiChi wanted to give him a big meal and later tonight, show her thanks in her own personal way.

However, with Goku running the house these last two days, ChiChi knew she had a big task on her hands. Her house. Her kitchen. How much of a mess did Goku leave for her?

To ChiChi’s surprise, the kitchen was spotless. The floor was mopped clean. There were no food stains on the table, counter or refrigerator. All the dishes were put away in their correct spots. ChiChi was impressed. Goku was never this clean. The few times Goku cooked, ChiChi was left to clean the tsunami mess he left behind.

ChiChi went to the living room next. This was Goku’s bedroom for the last two days. When she became ill, ChiChi kicked Goku out of their bedroom. She didn’t want to risk him getting sick. If she and Goku were sick, who will care for Gohan? The television was off but the lamplight was still on. This room wasn’t as neat as the kitchen but ChiChi’s heart melted as she understood why. Goku slept on the sofa with Gohan on his chest. Her baby’s tiny hands clutched Goku’s shirt as he peacefully slept. An opened baby book was sprawled over Goku’s face and papers were on the floor. ChiChi knelt and picked up the papers. They were folded like a card. ChiChi opened one. Her eyes watered at the words inside.

‘Get well soon, Mommy!’ With it, was a crude drawing of their happy family. Gohan could write some letters but they weren’t completely legible and he couldn’t form words yet. Goku’s education was limited but he did know how to read and write basic words and he wrote the following notes on the makeshift card.

Mommy always takes care of Daddy and me.

She gives good baths and makes yummy food.

When Mommy is sick, Daddy takes over.

Because Daddy loves Mommy like Silas loves Celia.

ChiChi clutched the card to her chest and softly wept.

Oh, Goku. You are a romantic.

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Caro nome che il mio cor ♥︎ Sweet name that made my heart

I guess Goku has always been on her mind <3

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@gochi-week day 2: silly/romantic

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Everyone excited for gochi week 2021?!?

Just sharing the official link from gochiweek on twitter! I haven't seen it on tumblr or if there's going to be a blog created for this year's event (if so, I'll rb the post & remove this one).

Check out the prompts! And thank you once again to @meztliel for modding another year for this event!

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GOCHI WEEK 2018 

Day 1 - Prompts - Meeting for the first time *ever* as teenagers / First date

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(prompt : soulmates!)

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Gochi week 2019

Day 3: Festival

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