Goku had done it.
He'd gathered the energy of every living thing on Earth — every man, woman, child, every blade of grass — and turned it into a Spirit Bomb, and he'd destroyed Majin Buu with it. And then, impossibly, the universe had given him back. He was standing on Kami's lookout, blinking in the sun, alive. Vegeta was there. Dende. Mr. Satan. Even Buu, fat and pink and harmless.
And then he was home.
Chichi hit him first. Then she hugged him so hard she thought her ribs would crack. Then she hit him again, and hugged him again, and cried into his chest while he patted her back and said *there, there* in that maddening way of his. Goten latched onto his leg and refused to let go. Gohan stood a little apart, smiling, tall and broad and grown, and Goku looked at him and said *you got big* and ruffled his hair, and Gohan laughed and let him.
A family, whole again. Whole for the first time in seven years.
And Chichi, standing in the middle of it, was quietly terrified.
Because while Goku had been dead, she had let her sons into her bed.
And not just her sons.
She had let Krillin in too.
---
Krillin had been staying at the house for weeks — officially "sorting things out" with Eighteen, which was only half a lie, because he *was* sorting things out with Eighteen, and the other half of the arrangement lived in Chichi's bedroom. When the news of Buu broke, he'd flown out to fight with everyone else. When it was over, he'd flown back. And now here he was, standing in the Son family living room with his hands in his pockets, watching Goku hug his wife, wearing the expression of a man who had been caught doing something and was waiting to see how it played.
Goku turned and saw him.
"Krillin!" he said, beaming. "You made it! You look good, buddy."
"Hey, Goku." Krillin scratched the back of his bald head. "Welcome back."
"Thanks." Goku looked around the room — at his wife, at his sons, at his best friend. "Man. It's good to be home."
And for a few days, that was all it was. Normal. Breakfast, training, dinner. Goku eating enough for a battalion. Goten copying him. Gohan going to school. Chichi cooking and cleaning and pretending that everything was fine and that nothing underneath the surface was about to explode.
The knot in her chest tightened every day.
*What would he think,* she kept wondering, watching Goku chew. *His wife, and his sons, and his best friend?*
Only Gohan seemed unbothered. He'd been in on it since the beginning — since the afternoon he'd come home from school and found his mother riding Krillin while his little brother fucked her from behind. He'd joined that same day. He knew the shape of the whole thing, and he moved through the house now with the easy calm of a man who had nothing left to hide.
He caught Chichi's eye across the dinner table one night and raised his eyebrows, just slightly, as if to say *when?*
Chichi shook her head. *Not yet.*
Gohan shrugged and went back to his rice.
She should have known Goku would force the issue himself.
---
It was four days after the reunion. A normal morning. Gohan had already left for school, kissing his mother on the cheek. Goku had wolfed down three helpings of rice and stood up, stretching.
"Okay," he said, "I'm gonna go gather some firewood."
"Okay," Chichi said. "Have a good day."
"Bye, Dad," Goten said, carrying his plates to the sink.
"See you at lunch!" Goku said, and he was out the door.
The house went quiet.
And Chichi felt it immediately — that particular *shift* in the air, the one that always came when Goku left and the house became someone else's. She stood at the sink and washed the dishes and told herself to behave. Gohan was at school. Goku was out back. It was midmorning. There was *work* to do.
She lasted maybe ninety seconds.
Because behind her, in the doorway, stood Krillin — and beside him, small and barefoot and grinning, stood Goten.
"Morning, Chichi," Krillin said.
"Good morning," she said, not turning around.
"Nice day."
"It is."
"Shame to waste it on chores."
She felt her mouth twitch. "Krillin."
"Chichi."
"Goku's right out back."
"So?" Krillin stepped into the kitchen, slow and easy, and Goten padded in behind him. "You telling me you've been good all week? Since he got home? You haven't touched either of us in *four days,* Chichi. I can smell it on you."
"That's ridiculous."
"Is it?" He came up close behind her, and she felt the heat of him through her dress, and his breath on her neck. "Then why's your neck gone all pink?"
She didn't answer.
Goten reached up and put both small hands on her backside, and squeezed.
"*Aah—!*" Chichi jolted.
"See?" Krillin said. "He's got the right idea."
"Goten," Chichi said, "we *can't*—"
"Why not?" Goten said, and he hooked his thumbs into his waistband and pushed his shorts down, and his little cock sprang out, already stiff, already eager. "I can't hold back, Mommy."
And then he pressed himself against her rear, and Chichi's body answered him before her mind could. Her hips shifted back. Her thighs parted. She was already wet — she was *always* already wet these days.
"Goten—"
"Mommy, please."
"Let him," Krillin murmured against her ear. "And let me."
And that was the end of the argument.
---
Goten reached up and yanked her dress down off her hips in one motion, baring her to the cool kitchen air, and pushed into her from behind.
"*Aahh—!*"
She was soaked, and he slid in to the base in one stroke, and her hands clenched on the rim of the sink. Goten grabbed her hips and started to thrust — short and fast and thoughtless, the way only a child can fuck, with his whole body, no restraint, no pacing.
"*Aah—Goten—Goten, slow down—*"
"He can't slow down," Krillin said. He'd moved around to the front, and he was watching her face, and he was already undoing his own belt. "He's seven."
"*Then you—*"
"I'm not gonna slow you down either." He pushed his trousers down his thighs and stepped out of them, and his cock stood up thick and dark and veined, and Chichi's mouth went dry at the sight of it even now. "You know what I'm gonna do, Chichi?"
"Wh-what?"
"I'm gonna let him keep your pussy warm." Krillin stepped in close, took her by the hips, and pressed the head of his cock against her entrance — just *above* where Goten was already buried. "And I'm gonna take the other one."
"*The—*" Her eyes flew wide. "*Krillin, both of you?*"
"Both of us."
"*At the same—*"
"Same hole. Yeah."
"*Krillin, that's not—*"
He pushed.
Chichi *screamed.*
"*AAAHH—OH GOD—*"
Because he was *in* — forcing his thick cock into the same hole Goten was already filling, stretching her past anything, and the two of them were inside her at once, side by side, pressing against each other through the thin wall of her. Goten gasped behind her. Krillin grunted and kept pushing, inch by brutal inch, until he was seated to the base alongside the boy.
"*There,*" he said, sweat already on his brow. "*There* it is. Feel that, Chichi? Feel both of us?"
"*Yes—yes—it's too much—*"
"It's not too much. It's exactly enough." He rolled his hips, and both cocks shifted inside her at once, and she made a sound like she was being pulled apart. "Goten. You okay back there?"
"*It's—it's so tight, Krillin—*"
"Yeah. Because you're sharing."
"*It's squeezing my—*"
"I know. Breathe." Krillin laughed, low and mean. "This is what happens when you don't share. Now hold still a second, kid. Let me get a rhythm."
And then he started to move.
---
It was unlike anything Chichi had ever felt.
They couldn't thrust the way they normally would — there wasn't room — so instead they ground into her, short and deep, rocking against each other *through* her body. Goten pushed, Krillin pulled; Krillin pushed, Goten pulled. An endless alternating roll that kept her full at every second, never empty for even a heartbeat, and the sensation was so constant, so *unrelenting,* that there was no build and no release — only a long, rolling wave of fullness that never broke.
"*Ah—ah—ah—ah—*"
"That's it," Krillin grunted. "Sing for me. Sing for the whole neighbourhood."
"*Ahh—Krillin—*"
"Say it. Tell me what you feel."
"*Full—*"
"What else?"
"*Stretched—*"
"What else?"
"*Both of you—*"
"Good girl." He bit her shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark. "Now say something for your husband. Say *Goku's best friend is inside me.*"
"*Goku's best friend is—is inside me—*"
"Louder."
"*GOKU'S BEST FRIEND IS INSIDE ME—*"
And then Krillin reached up and took her left breast in his palm, and *bit* down on the nipple.
"*AAAH—!*" Chichi's back arched like a bowstring.
He didn't let go. He closed his teeth on the hard little peak and *pulled,* dragging his mouth back and stretching the soft flesh of her breast away from her chest, then let it snap back, and bit again, harder.
"*Krillin—Krillin—*"
"You like that," he said around her nipple. "You like it when it *hurts* a little. Don't lie to me — I can feel you squeezing my cock."
"*Yes—!*"
He moved to the other breast and did the same, biting down on the right nipple until she sobbed, then sucking hard to soothe it, then biting again — over and over, until both nipples were red and swollen and slick with his spit and Chichi was shaking so hard she could barely hold herself up.
"Look at these," Krillin muttered, mouth full of her. "God, Chichi. Best tits I've ever had in my hands. And your idiot husband left them here for *years.*"
"*Ahh—*don't talk about Goku—"
"Why not? He'd want to know." He bit her again, and she yelped. "He'd want to know his wife is getting her tits chewed on by his best friend while his son fucks her."
"*Ooooh—*"
"Say it."
"My—my husband's best friend is—is biting my—"
"Good girl."
And that was when the front door opened.
"Chichi?" called a voice. "Forgot my—"
Goku stopped in the kitchen doorway, an armload of firewood balanced against his hip.
One man. One doorway. One Chichi, bent over the sink with *two* cocks inside her pussy, her nipples red and shining, her mouth open around a moan.
"*Oh,*" Goku said.
Goten, oblivious, kept grinding. Krillin didn't stop either — he *couldn't,* not at this angle, not with Goten pinning her from behind.
"*Aah—*Goku, I can explain—*"
"You don't have to," Goku said.
"*Goku—*"
"You don't have to." He set the firewood down against the wall and brushed off his hands. "I knew."
"*What?*" Chichi and Krillin said at the same time.
"I knew," Goku repeated. "When I was dead — with King Kai — he let me watch you. All of you. From the afterlife." He scratched his cheek, cheerful and utterly unbothered. "I saw everything. The bath. The bedroom. The kitchen. All of it."
Chichi's knees went weak. "*Everything?*"
"Yep."
"*And you never said anything?*"
"What was there to say?" Goku shrugged. "You were lonely. The boys were there. Krillin was there. You were happy." He looked at her, and his smile softened into something real. "That's all that matters, Chichi."
Chichi stared at him. Then she burst into tears.
Goku crossed the room and hugged her — *while both men were still inside her* — and she sobbed into his chest, and Goten squeaked in protest, and Krillin laughed out loud from behind her.
"Okay, okay," Goku said, patting her back. "So. One thing."
"Wh-what?" Chichi sniffled.
"I'm joining in."
Chichi pulled back and looked at him. "*What?*"
"I said I'm joining in." Goku grinned and jerked a thumb at himself. "You didn't think I was gonna chop wood while you three have all the fun, did you?" He looked past her at Goten. "Hey, buddy. What do you say we train after lunch?"
"Sure!" Goten said, still buried in his mother, still beaming.
"Good." Goku looked at Krillin. "And you."
Krillin raised his eyebrows. "Me?"
"You've been in my house for weeks, sleeping in my bed with my wife, and you didn't tell me."
"I was gonna—"
"You were *not* gonna."
"…No, I wasn't gonna."
Goku laughed. "Then stay. You're family anyway."
Krillin blinked. Then he grinned, slow and crooked. "You're a strange man, Goku."
"So I've been told."
And Chichi, standing between the three of them, felt the knot in her chest finally, *finally* come loose.
*Men,* she thought, wiping her eyes. *My men.*
---
At Orange Star High, Gohan was having a much harder conversation — not with Videl about the *existence* of the arrangement, but about the fact that his father had just found out.
He and Videl were on the rooftop, having ducked out a few minutes before the bell.
"My dad knows," Gohan said.
"Knows what?"
"About… all of it. Mom, me, Goten, Krillin." Gohan rubbed the back of his neck. "He knew the whole time. He was watching from the afterlife."
Videl stared at him for a second. Then she laughed — a real, sharp laugh. "He *watched* you? From *heaven?*"
"Apparently."
"And he's fine with it?"
"He's *happy* about it. He wants to join in."
Videl shook her head slowly. "Okay. So your family is insane. That's established." She stepped closer and poked him in the chest. "But you'd better not think this gets you out of anything. You still have to take care of *me.*"
"Y-yeah," he said, going red. "Of course."
"Good." She poked him again. "And for the record — incest is probably just a Saiyan thing. You people are weird about everything."
The bell rang.
"See you tomorrow," Gohan said, and flew off, cheeks burning.
Videl watched him go. "Incest," she muttered. "Weird planet."
---
Chichi cooked dinner that night with a lighter heart than she'd had in weeks. Her men were outside training — Goku and Goten, burning off the afternoon — and Krillin, who had stayed, because there was nowhere else for him to be that evening.
Then Gohan came in.
"Welcome home," Chichi said. "How was school?"
"Fine." Gohan dropped his bag. He looked at her, and there was a knowing glint in his eye. "So Dad knows."
"Dad knows."
"And Krillin's staying."
"Krillin's staying."
Gohan nodded slowly. Then, quieter: "Good."
Chichi's ears went pink. "Wash your hands. Dinner's almost ready."
"Ready!" she called toward the yard. "Dinner's ready!"
Three figures appeared in the kitchen almost instantly. Goku, hair damp with sweat, grinning. Goten, following his father like a shadow. Krillin, toweling off his scalp.
"Gohan!" Goku said. "How was school?"
"Fine."
"Everyone sit," Chichi said, and they did.
The meal was enormous and loud and warm. Goku and Goten demolished it; Krillin ate like a normal person; Gohan ate slowly and kept glancing at his mother; Chichi ate almost nothing and watched them all with a feeling she couldn't name.
"Thanks for the food," the four men said.
"It was delicious," Goten said, rubbing his belly.
"Yeah," Goku said. "Best food on Earth, Chichi."
"Thank you."
Chichi washed the dishes. And then, from the table, Goten spoke up.
"Hey Mom," he said, perfectly loud and perfectly casual, "can we have sex tonight?"
Gohan didn't even flinch this time. He just kept sipping his water.
"Don't worry, Gohan," Goku said anyway, unbothered. "I already know."
"*I* know you know," Gohan said. "You know *I* know."
"Right, right."
"You know what," Goku said, standing and stretching, "I feel like doing it too. What do you say, Gohan?"
Gohan looked up. He looked at his father. At his mother, blushing. At his little brother, grinning. At Krillin, watching all of it with an expression of pure, unholy amusement.
"…Yeah," he said. "Okay."
"Great!" Goten said.
"Then we're all going to bed," Chichi said.
---
The marital bedroom had never held so many people.
Goku and Chichi's bed was wide, but not *that* wide. Gohan and Goku and Krillin sat on the edge of it, shoulders touching. Goten climbed up and stood on the mattress so he could be at the same height as the grown men.
Chichi came in last.
She had changed. A thin purple robe, sheer enough to show the shape of everything beneath — the heavy sway of her breasts, the soft curve of her belly, the dark shadow between her legs. Her hair was down. Her cheeks were warm.
Four men looked at her.
She looked at them — at her husband, at her two sons, at her husband's best friend — and felt a surge of something so strong it almost hurt.
*Four,* she thought. *Four of them.*
"Alright," she said softly.
And she let the robe fall.
It pooled on the floor. She stood in the lamplight — thirty-seven years old, hips wide, breasts heavy and full and faintly veined, thighs soft, belly marked with the small silver lines of two births. She was not a girl. She was a *woman,* and every man in the room went still.
Krillin whistled softly. "God, Chichi."
"Quiet," she said, but she was smiling.
Then the four of them stood — Gohan and Goku on the floor, Goten on the bed between them, Krillin to the side — and each of them pushed down his clothes.
Four cocks stood up to greet her.
Goku's, thick and heavy and confident, the cock that had put two sons in her. Gohan's, longer, flushed, the cock of a young man in his prime. Goten's, small and eager and shining. And Krillin's — *Krillin's,* which she already knew, which she'd had inside her more times than she could count in the last month, and which was, incredibly, the thickest of all four.
Chichi knelt down in front of them.
Her face was level with all four. She took Goku in one hand and Gohan in the other, and she leaned in and took Goten into her mouth.
"*Ohh,*" Goten breathed.
She worked him slowly — tongue flat, cheeks hollowing — while her hands pumped up and down her husband and her eldest son in a steady rhythm. Behind her, Krillin stepped up and pressed himself against her back, sliding his cock along the crease of her rear, letting her feel how hard he was.
"You've done this before," Krillin murmured against her ear.
"Shut up," she said around Goten's cock.
She switched. She pulled off Goten and took Gohan, and this time she took him *deep* — down to the root, until her nose pressed into the hair at his base and her throat opened for him, and Gohan's knees nearly buckled.
"*Mom—*"
She hummed, pleased, and came back up with a wet *pop.* Then she switched again, taking Goku, and she gave her husband everything — the deep, practiced, patient blowjob she'd given him for years, tongue working the vein along the underside, one hand cupping and rolling his balls.
"Missed this," Goku groaned. "*God,* Chichi, missed this."
"Then take it," she said, muffled around him.
Then she turned her head and took *Krillin* into her mouth — and that was a different thing entirely. He was thick. He filled her mouth in a way the others didn't, stretched her lips wide, and she had to work to take him, and Krillin grabbed the back of her head and pushed, slow and firm, until she gagged and her eyes watered.
"*There* she is," he said. "There's the girl from the kitchen. Take it, Chichi. All of it."
She did. She took it until spit ran down her chin and her throat made small, helpless sounds.
All four cocks were slick with her now — gleaming, wet, shining in the lamp. She pulled back, panting, lips swollen, and looked up at them.
"Good," she said. "Now."
"Wait," Krillin said. He nudged Goten. "Kid. Her tits. Go on."
Goten blinked. "Huh?"
"Your mom's got the best tits on this planet. Put your cock between them."
Goten climbed down off the bed and stood in front of his mother, and Chichi, understanding, sat back on her heels and cupped her breasts in both hands, pressing them together, and Goten slid his cock into the warm channel between them.
"*Oh,*" he said.
"Move," Chichi said.
He did — small hips working, cock sliding up and down the slick valley of her breasts — and Chichi leaned her head forward and licked the tip every time it pushed through, and Goten moaned like he was dying.
Meanwhile she took Goku and Gohan back in her hands and pumped them, fast and wet, and Krillin stood behind her and pressed his cock against her back, and the whole thing turned into a slick, breathing knot of bodies in the lamplight.
"Ahh," Chichi moaned, muffled. "Ahh—"
"Look at her," Krillin said. "Four men, one woman. Happy family, huh, Goku?"
"Real happy," Goku said, grinning.
"Don't get too happy," Krillin said. "We haven't even started."
And then he knelt down behind her, took her hips, and pushed into her pussy.
"AAAH—!"
She hadn't expected it — not like that, not from behind while she was on her knees — and Krillin didn't ease in. He drove in to the base in one motion, thick and brutal, and her whole body arched and her mouth fell open and Goten's cock slipped out from between her breasts and bounced against her chin.
"Krillin—"
"There it is," he said, and he started to fuck her.
And he fucked her hard.
Krillin was a small man with the strength of a man who had once thrown a Destructo Disc through a mountain, and when he fucked, he fucked — no warm-up, no mercy, hips slapping against her rear with a wet, heavy crack that echoed off the walls. Each thrust drove her forward onto her hands, and each pull dragged her back, and Chichi's knees slid on the floor and her breasts swung and her mouth hung open, drooling.
"Ah—ah—ah—Krillin—ah—"
"That's it," he grunted. "Let them hear you. Let your husband hear what his best friend does to his wife."
"Ahh—!"
Goku, watching, palmed himself slowly, a grin spreading across his face. "She's louder with you than she ever was with me."
"Yeah, because you're gentle." Krillin slammed in hard and Chichi screamed. "I'm not."
"Krillin—" Chichi gasped. "Deeper—"
"Deeper?" He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back, arching her spine, driving even deeper. "Deeper, she says. You hear that, Gohan? Your mother wants it deeper."
Gohan was stroking himself, staring, mouth dry. "Yeah. I hear it."
"Then get under her."
Gohan lay down on his back on the floor, and Chichi was dragged forward and lowered onto him, and she sank down onto her eldest son's cock with a long, shuddering moan. Behind her, Krillin pulled out — and pressed lower — and pushed into her ass.
"AAAH—!" Her eyes flew wide.
"There," Krillin said. "That's the one. Tight as a fist, Chichi. God."
Now she was full in two holes — Gohan below her, thick and young, and Krillin behind her, thick and brutal — and they started to move in counterpoint, one in, one out, so that she was never empty, so that there was always something splitting her, and Chichi's mind started to come apart at the seams.
"Ah—ah—ah—both—both of you—"
"Say our names," Krillin ordered.
"Gohan—Krillin—"
"Louder."
"GOHAN—KRILLIN—"
Goku laughed and stepped forward. He took Chichi's head in both hands, tilted her face up, and pushed his cock into her mouth.
And now she was triple-stuffed — pussy, ass, and mouth — and she made a sound around Goku's cock that wasn't a word at all.
"There she is," Krillin said. "Three holes. Happy now?"
"Mmh—!"
"Answer properly."
She pulled off Goku with a gasp. "Yes—yes, so happy—"
"Good girl." Krillin bit her shoulder and she sobbed. "Now Goku's gonna fuck your mouth while I wreck your ass, and Gohan's gonna lie there and feel me through you. How's that?"
"Please—"
"Please what?"
"Please, Krillin—"
And they did exactly that.
Goku fucked her mouth, deep and steady, holding her head in his big hands. Krillin fucked her ass, brutal and relentless, spanking her red every few strokes so that she cried out around Goku's cock. And Gohan lay beneath her, hands full of her breasts, thumbing her nipples, thrusting up into her pussy in time with Krillin's rhythm so that the two of them moved inside her like pistons.
The room filled with sound — skin, breath, moans, the wet slap of flesh.
"Mmh—mmh—mmh—"
"Look at her," Krillin panted. "Four men in this room and she's got three of them inside her right now. Chichi. Chichi, look at me."
She turned her head as far as she could with Goku in her mouth. Her eyes were wet. Her cheeks were streaked.
"You wanted this," Krillin said. "All those nights with the toys, all those years alone. This is what you wanted."
"Mmh—!"
"Say thank you."
She pulled off Goku. "Thank you—"
"Louder."
"THANK YOU—"
"Good girl." Krillin's voice cracked. "God, I'm close. Goku, switch with me."
They switched.
Goku dropped down and slid into her ass — thick and steady and familiar — and Krillin moved to the front and pushed into her pussy from below, and Gohan stayed in her pussy too, and now she had two cocks in her pussy and one in her ass and one in her mouth, and Chichi's whole body locked up and trembled.
"Four—" she gasped around Krillin's cock. "Four of you—"
"Four dicks," Krillin said. "Count them, Chichi."
"One—two—"
"Keep going."
"Three—four—"
"That's right. Four cocks in one woman. Two sons, a husband, and his best friend." He laughed, breathless. "Perfect, isn't it?"
"Yes—"
"Say it."
"It's perfect—!"
Goten, who had been watching with enormous eyes, climbed up behind Krillin. "Can I—"
"Get in her ass," Krillin said. "Goku's not using it enough."
Goten slid in beside his father, and Chichi's ass stretched around two cocks at once — small and thick, father and son, side by side — and she screamed into Krillin's cock.
"AAAH—MMH—"
"Double anal," Krillin said. "Feel that, Chichi? Feel them both in there?"
"MMH—!"
"She can't even talk." He laughed. "Gohan, look at your mom. Look what we did to her."
Gohan looked. Chichi's face was a mess of spit and tears, her body shining with sweat, two cocks in her ass, two in her pussy, one in her mouth, and she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life.
"God," he breathed. "Mom."
She found his eyes and smiled around Krillin's cock.
"Alright," Goku said, voice going rough. "I'm not gonna last."
"Neither am I," Krillin said.
"Me too," Goten squeaked.
Gohan just nodded, jaw tight.
"Together," Goku said. "On three."
They moved. All of them, all at once, hard and fast and merciless, and Chichi's body took it and took it and took it, and the whole room was heat and sweat and the wet crack of flesh, and then—
"One—two—THREE—"
They came.
Chichi's mouth, her pussy, her ass — every hole flooded at once. Goku and Goten emptied into her ass together; Gohan and Krillin filled her pussy in two thick waves; and Krillin, pulled free at the last second, painted her face and breasts white while Gohan did the same from below. And Chichi came with them, convulsing, sobbing, clenching down on everything inside her, and she kept coming for what felt like a full minute while four men held her and poured into her.
When it finally stopped, she collapsed.
They fell apart slowly, breathless, and lowered her onto the bed, and she lay there with her legs still open and her body gleaming and covered in cum, and she laughed — weak and wrecked and happy.
"Wow," she said.
"Wow," Krillin agreed, flopping down beside her.
Goten climbed onto her chest and rubbed his face against her breasts. "I love you, Mommy."
"I love you too, baby."
Gohan lay on her other side and kissed her shoulder. "You okay?"
"I'm fantastic."
Goku propped himself up on one elbow and looked at his wife, at his sons, at his best friend, and grinned.
"See?" he said. "Told you. No problem."
Chichi turned her head and looked at him. At all of them.
"I love you all," she said.
"And we love you," they said — all four, in unison.
And they slept like that, tangled and sticky and warm, in the wide marital bed that had somehow become big enough for five.
They had no idea they'd been watched.
Out on the roof, crouched low and peering through the window with the expression of a woman who had just discovered that her entire worldview was wrong, sat Bulma Briefs.
She'd come to visit. She'd brought a bottle of wine and a casserole and no warning at all. She'd landed on the lawn, seen the light on, and climbed up to peek in the window to see if they were awake.
And she had seen everything.
"…Okay," Bulma said to herself, very quietly. "Okay. So. That's a thing they do."
She looked down at the house, at the five sleeping shapes in the one bed.
"…And they didn't invite me."
She sat down on the roof tiles, uncorked the wine with her thumb, and took a long, long drink.
Well, she thought. Tomorrow's going to be interesting.
It will continue.