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Chapter 1

ChiChi faced the mirror and stared into her own reflection, how could she of been so blind? Although the wedding had been beautiful and Goku as handsome as ever, it lacked completely in a key element nearly required at such events: love.

Oh yes, ChiChi was completely enamored of Goku, that much was obvious. But Goku, however, was not so enthusiastic about the whole ordeal. He'd been gracious in keeping his end of the bargain and was more than willing to do what pleased ChiChi, but little did he know that marriage was meant to be so much more than that.

"Oh, what have I done?" ChiChi chided to the image before her. She'd trapped a man into marriage! Wasn't that some sort of mortal sin against honor or something? So what if she loved Goku, it's wrong to manipulate someone into such a commitment when the feelings are not returned.

"ChiChi, are you okay in there?" Goku's slightly worried voice carried through the closed door of the bathroom.

"Um, yeah. Just fine." She called back to him, trying to sound as convincingly happy as possible. "I'm just changing out of this stiff dress." She said while reaching behind her and tempting the buttons, but had no luck in getting them loose.

"So's that mean I can change now too? This suit is awful." Goku complained.

"Yes you may." ChiChi said and opened the door to their bedroom. "But first, I need your help."

"Okay, what is it?" Goku asked.

"I can't reach the buttons, can you unfasten them for me?" ChiChi asked oddly, knowing her cheeks were flaming.

"Sure." Goku shrugged, trying his own luck with the puffy, white dress. Though he had to admit he'd never seen ChiChi look so pretty, that dress looked like it was uncomfortable.

Each tiny button gave Goku a problem of it's own until ten minutes had passed and only one third of them were undone. ChiChi tugged at the dress until it finally slipped off her shoulders and onto the ground. Goku was taken aback by suddenly seeing quite a lot of ChiChi, but looked away quickly so as not to anger her. He remembered how Bulma had reacted at his accidentally seeing her that way.

ChiChi noticed this but said nothing, he didn't even want to see her as a husband would a wife. Kami, what had she done? Never mind it, what's done was done. Though the thought of a divorce made ChiChi's stomach flip-flop, if Goku decided he wanted one she surely couldn't blame him.

She wrapped a nearby towel around her barely clothed body and slunk back into the bathroom. She just couldn't face him, she really couldn't. It angered her that Goku didn't feel the same way that she did. What was wrong with her to make him act this way? Wasn't she pretty enough for him? A good enough fighter? What?

Forget it ChiChi, you're obviously just not his type. But with the thought tears gathered in her eyes. How would she get through tonight, knowing that it wouldn't mean to him what it meant to her? Actually, she wasn't all too sure Goku knew about what happened on a wedding night. In all honesty, Goku had been so naïve all these years she was almost positive he didn't have a clue.

Probably for the best anyway, she figured. No sense in being intimate if he was going to divorce her, which she was sure he would do once he found out such a thing existed. Oh yes, she could just picture the ecstatic look on his face when he realized a divorce meant being rid of her for good. Oh, the irony of it all. She'd planned and dreamed about her wedding day since the moment she met that wild haired boy. If only she hadn't been so blinded by her own fantasy to see he was just keeping a blasted promise to her, that he didn't even completely understand the truth behind the word marriage.

"I had it coming." She whispered, slowly undressing fully and slipping into a plain, cotton night gown. She'd brought a very sexy, revealing one with her to wear for him during their first night together. But such silliness was pointless in this relationship, so she'd not tempt herself or him into doing something they both would regret. Well, something he'd regret anyway.

ChiChi opened the door and whisked past Goku, who had been waiting patiently for the use of the bathroom. She didn't look at him or even glance in his direction, honestly too afraid of the look he may give her. But he said nothing about it and entered the bathroom for just a minute. When he returned he was wearing loose fitting boxers and nothing else, and he looked good.

ChiChi averted her eyes quickly and pulled the covers up to her neck. She rolled over onto the very edge of the bed, so to give Goku the space away from her he needed, and turned her back to him. She laid there for a while and listened to Goku breathe quietly. She didn't want to tell him about what a divorce was, not tonight. She wanted to spend one peaceful night with him before letting him 'off the hook'.

She stiffened instantly she felt a hand softly touch her shoulder.

"ChiChi, are you okay?" Came the sweet voice beside her. He sounded like such a little boy.

He still is a little boy, you hussy! He's barely eighteen. She reprimanded herself.

"I'm fine Goku." She said quickly.

"Are you mad? Did I do something wrong?" He asked anxiously. "Cause I could make it better, whatever it is. I just don't know exactly what a husband is suppose to do yet."

ChiChi smiled lightly and turned to face him. "You did nothing wrong Goku, I did." She breathed in deeply and resigned to the fact that she was going to have to tell him tonight.

"Goku, I'm sorry for making you marry me. I know you didn't really want to, you were just keeping a promise." She sighed and looked up at his cutely confused face. "Please believe that I didn't do it on purpose. I really thought you were only joking when you thought marriage was something to eat." She chuckled at the memory.

"I wasn't kidding though, I really thought it was." Goku said to her, not completely understanding her point.

"I know that now Goku, but I didn't when we took our vows. I was so…happy, I didn't think about how you felt about all this. Do you understand a little more about what marriage is now?"

"Um, yeah. We live together until 'death do us part', right?" He asked.

"Well, sometimes." She said sadly.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, there is something called a divorce, and married people can get them if they don't want to live together anymore. That way, they're free to date and marry whoever they want." She looked at the covers and then at him, she really didn't want to see the gleeful look she knew would adorn his features but really couldn't help herself.

He didn't look happy or sad about it, just confused. Goodness, was he that dense? Didn't he see this would free him of her and this mistake he'd made? ChiChi wanted to hit him upside the head to get the point through to him, just sitting here waiting was torture.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he spoke slowly. "So, are you saying you don't want to be married anymore?"

"Goku, I'm just telling you that a divorce is an option you have." She said pointedly.

"Answer me ChiChi, is a divorce what you want?" His voice was a little more disturbing this time, almost stern with her.

"No Goku. But I don't blame you if you want to get one. You have every right to divorce me, and I promise not to cause any trouble." An unbidden tear rolled down her cheek and she fiercely wiped it away. "I'm sorry."

Goku put his arm around her shoulder, as he'd seen Yamcha do to Bulma several times. He knew a few things he was supposed to do. Kiss, hug, comfort and protect, and something else about tonight he didn't completely understand. Those were part of being a husband, Goku was sure, but anything else and he was clueless.

"If you don't want one ChiChi then I don't either." He said to her. "And you didn't make me do anything. I said 'I do' on my own, no one forced me. So don't worry about it anymore, okay?"

ChiChi nodded against his chest and released a deep breath of air. She was quite relieved now that the divorce issue was settled. Goku was a more compassionate man than she'd realized. But being this close to him, having him next to her in bed and touching her was getting to be too much. She wanted him, yes, but not this way. She wanted it to be special to them both, not just to her.

"Goku, now that I think about it, we really did rush things. I mean, we never even dated before getting married." She said, still resting against his chest.

"What's dating? Is that something we were suppose to do first?"

"Usually, yes. It's when two people are boyfriend and girlfriend before husband and wife. You know, that way we'd learn to love each other." She looked up at him, trying to find some hint of understanding.

"Like Bulma and Yamcha, they're boyfriend and girlfriend right?"

ChiChi nodded consent. "Yeah, that's the idea anyway."

After a few more minutes of silence ChiChi finally got her nerve up. "Goku?"

"Hum?"

"Do you know what happens on a wedding night?"

"Well, kind of." He said.

"What do you mean 'kind of'?"

"Master Roshi and Krillin tried explaining something about tonight to me. Said that I'd enjoy it and to control my strength no matter what. But some of the other stuff doesn't make any sense to me."

"Oh, I see." ChiChi said, at least he wasn't completely lost. "I think we should wait Goku. What happens tonight is called "making love" but you need to be in love with the person you do this with. And be honest Goku, you're not in love with me are you?"

"How do you know if you're in love or not?" He asked, getting more and more curious about this love thing.

"Oh, well, I guess you know because you think about them all the time. You want to be with them a lot, and be close in many ways. You want to take care of them, make them happy and really only want to spend your time with just them."

"Hm, so that's how you feel about me?" Goku asked, looking down at her.

"Yes. I have for long time." She said, smiling at him. "But don't worry, everything will turn out okay. I know it."

"Yeah, I'm sure it will." Goku answered, laying all the way down in the bed.

ChiChi turned and switched off the lights, then laid back down in bed. She fought the urge to lean on Goku again and finally resigned to just hug her pillow. They would get there someday, and eventually become comfortable with one another. Until then she was somewhat content with just having Goku nearby.

Suddenly, Goku was laying right next to her and had his arm draped over her stomach.

"Is this okay?" He asked.

"Um, yeah. You don't mind?"

"No, I kind of like it." He said. "And ChiChi, when does a husband kiss his wife? I know we did at the wedding but don't we do that more often?"

"Yes, mostly just when the mood strikes us I guess." She said.

"Well, then, Goodnight." He said, leaning down and planting a sweet, quick kiss on her lips.

"Goodnight Goku." She answered and leaned ever so slightly against his broad chest. Tomorrow, she'd begin her new life as a wife. Well, as a girlfriend for the most part. But still, everything would be alright. Goku seemed to try so hard to do what's right. It was really very sweet.

See you in the morning, Mr. Son.