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Overdue Honeymoon
Chapter 1
"We must be getting close," I commented as Nimbus flew in lower over the turquoise sea.
Small, uninhabited islands and sandbars dotted the shallow waters.
My heart thrummed with excitement. I smiled. "Oh, I can't believe we're going on a vacation together! And for our anniversary, no less!"
Goku smiled over his shoulder at me and nodded. "Yeah… it'll be nice to spend some time with you."
He was so sweet sometimes. I leaned into him and he leaned back.
Really, it was more than just a vacation. It was a long-overdue honeymoon—nineteen years overdue, in fact. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed my cheek into his warm back.
"Wow! Look, Chichi! A shark!" Goku exclaimed, pointing below us.
Sure enough, there was a shark swimming through the water, his fin just breaking the surface.
"Suddenly I'm not so sure about swimming…" I murmured.
Goku chuckled and reached back to pat my knee. "Aw, don't worry, babe! It's just a little one!"
We saw a few more sharks as we flew—along with huge schools of small, silvery fish undulating through the water and a few sea turtles. I liked those better.
"I think that's the place, Chichi!" Goku said, gesturing ahead of him at a collection of populated islands.
I pulled out the map, struggling to keep it steady in the wind. The islands ahead matched the ones on the map exactly. Goku craned his neck around to get a look and nodded to himself. Nimbus dropped lower in the air, skimming over the clear water.
"Careful, Goku. I don't want everyone to see us," I cautioned.
"Okay."
He directed Nimbus to a quiet corner of the island. He helped me off and—after a quick stretch—we headed on foot toward the small resort village in the center of the island, hand in hand.
"You have our things, right?" I asked.
Goku slipped his hand into his pocket and withdrew the capsule. "Right here!"
I patted his arm as he put it away.
His stomach rumbled. "Mmm! I smell food! I'm starved!"
I shook my head as he picked up his pace, pulling me along down the path lined with lush greenery and brightly colored flowers.
As we walked through the village and straight toward the food stalls, Goku turned a lot of heads. He looked good in his fitted jeans and colorful tropical shirt. Very good. He was oblivious to the attention—likely focused on the food ahead. Typical Goku. I smiled slightly as I put my arm around his waist and he casually wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
He read through the menu at the food carts and placed an unsurprisingly massive order. He got some of everything and paid the wide-eyed, freckle-faced teenager running the stand. He supplemented that with fresh, exotic fruit I didn't know the names of from the small market next door while the food stand prepared his order.
One by one, his plates arrived, crowding our table and then crowding the table next to us, all filled with foods both familiar and not. The last thing to arrive was a pitcher of fresh-squeezed juice to wash it all down with. Grinning, he rubbed his hands together and tucked into his meal—attracting even more attention as he ate.
I crossed my arms and gave him a pointed look at the mess he made but I couldn't be too mad. My heart melted when he extended a plate toward me. It was true love when a hungry Saiyan shared his food.
Even still, I was relieved when he announced he was full and wasted no time in pulling him out of the village and toward where the map indicated our cabin was. We climbed a few hills and I spotted a collection of small cabins suspended on stilts right over the water. A worn boardwalk consisting of planks of mismatched wood anchored on the beach granted access to the resort cabins.
"The thatched roofs are charming," I commented as we started down the boardwalk.
"I guess so," Goku said with a noncommittal shrug. "But I wouldn't want to be here if the weather got rough."
"Heh… yeah. They don't look like they'd hold up too well, do they?" I agreed.
When we reached the cabin labeled "Resort Office", we checked in with the concierge and received a small brass key with a number on it and proceeded to our cabin. As we walked, it became more and more apparent the view from our cabin would be positively breathtaking. It looked like every cabin boasted a wonderful ocean view.
"Here's our cabin, Goku," I said, glancing at the key in my hand and nodding at the cabin with the corresponding number.
I unlocked the door and pushed it open, and gasped at what awaited us within. The room was light and airy with a tropical, tiki theme befitting the area. The king-sized bed sat proudly in the center, complete with a canopy draped with gossamer fabric billowing gently with the warm breeze let in by the open window. A small, rustic table and two chairs sat in a corner. Hand-woven rugs accented the bare, wooden floor. At the far end of the cabin was a set of French doors.
I sighed. "Oh, isn't it lovely?"
"Yeah… it's nice."
I glanced at him. To Goku, a bed was a bed. What mattered to him was the food.
I was delighted we had a whole week to soak it all in.
I walked into the room, over the soft rugs and driftwood flooring polished smooth, and pulled open the French doors. My hands went to my cheeks.
The ocean reached out as far as the eye could see, meeting the sky at the horizon.
Vivid turquoise tropical waters met darker blue, deeper water farther out, combining in places to create a shade in between. At the edge of the vibrant turquoise blue, waves broke over the reef, only visible in foamy sprays of white.
"I want to go swimming!" announced Goku, standing next to me.
"But what about the sharks we saw from Nimbus?" I reminded him.
"Don't worry, Chichi! We'll be fine. I'll keep you safe," he said, his hands settling on my shoulders.
I looked up at him and smiled. And then frowned at what he wore. "Goku… here, you can't go swimming in just your boxers! That's not decent. I packed your swim shorts, ya know."
He shrugged but nodded and went back inside. At least he wasn't completely nude.
I heard a click of a capsule and a pop and mumbled as the tendrils of smoke wafted outside, "Better go help him find it before he makes a mess."
In one of our two suitcases, I located the shorts I packed for him and he changed. With a grin, he bounded out of the French doors, and moments later, I heard a big splash of water. An ordinary man would have gotten a stomachache swimming so soon after a big meal but not Goku.
"C'mon in, babe! The water's great!" he called to me from just outside our cabin.
I sighed. "May as well."
Goku would keep me safe from any sharks. In moments, I located one of my swimsuits and got changed. Catching sight of myself in the mirror in my ice-blue bikini, however, gave me second thoughts. I had half a mind to change into the one-piece I packed, instead.
"Chichi!"
I shook my head. He was so impatient sometimes. I grabbed two towels and two pairs of swim goggles and joined him outside. On a whim, I let my hair down and stepped out the French doors and onto our little private deck.
Goku's jaw dropped.
I decided I made the right choice after all. Any risk of being seen with so much exposed skin was well worth the expression on his face.
I set our towels down on our chairs, climbed on the balcony railing, balanced a moment, and performed a graceful, shallow dive into the warm, tropical water. I surfaced right in front of Goku, who was still gaping at me. I smiled at the flush in his cheeks and flicked some water on his face to snap him out of it.
He blinked several times and smirked at me as he splashed me back. Before long, the two of us were laughing as we splashed each other back and forth. I didn't want to spend the rest of our evening in a water fight—as fun as it was.
He seemed to feel the same, closing the few feet of space with a few powerful strokes and wrapped his arms around me.
I giggled. "Goku! Someone could see us."
He merely grinned and pressed his lips to my forehead.
A few splashes followed by laughter emanated from the other end of the complex of suspended cabins. Goku took a quick look around and floated us over the railing and into our cabin.
He kicked the French doors shut and didn't let me go.
"Seeing you like this is doing things to me," he murmured into my ear.
I giggled as my heart fluttered wildly in my chest. I trailed my fingers down his spine and dipped my fingertips into the waistband of his swim shorts, finding the little divot where his tail used to be with practiced ease, putting pressure on the exact right spot.
He jerked against me and held me tighter. I bit my lip and looked up at him through my eyelashes. His lips found mine in a hungry kiss as his desperate fingers fumbled with the strings holding my bikini up.
The strings fell loose, tickling my back. His lips moved to my neck as he stepped back just far enough to let my bikini top fall to the floor. I shuddered when he found just the right nerve that only he knew. He kissed up my neck and along my jawline, finding my lips again.
With one smooth movement and a rush of air, he scooped me up and floated us onto the bed, never breaking our passionate kiss.
In sating one appetite, Goku worked up the other, so we went to the village. Goku was happy to let me nibble off of his usual large dinner. After eating my fill, I had the opportunity to shop. The souvenir shops were stocked with tropical-themed baubles and trinkets but what caught my eye were the lovely beach hats and sundresses.
I decided on three flowy, knee-length dresses and a beach hat that matched all three of them. One dress was the same shade of ice-blue as my bikini, the other was white with a pink, abstract hibiscus pattern, and the other was black with thin straps and a little dressier than the others. I paid and wore the white and pink one out, and redid my hair, letting a few strands free from my tight bun to frame my face.
I didn't say or do anything different as I walked up to Goku, still consuming absurd amounts of food at the same table he sat at when we first arrived. Goku's gaze landed on me, and he froze. And then started coughing violently and slapping his fist against his chest. When he recovered, he gave me a sweet, shy smile.
Eventually, he joined me in looking around the village as darkness fell.
"Hey… listen," he said, head turned toward the water and a bright glow.
In the quiet of the village as people retired for the night, I heard it, too. A faint, fast-paced beat throbbed from the direction of the bright glow.
"Music."
"Let's go see," I said, pulling him toward the sound.
The nuances in the rhythm produced by bongos grew clearer as we walked and we came upon a dance party around a large, crackling beachside bonfire. Glowing embers drifted with the warm breeze but the humid air quickly snuffed them out.
Two locals popped out of the throng of dancing bodies and threw lei over our heads—Goku's snagging in his wild hair. Goku yelped as we were pulled into the dancing crowd. The two locals gestured at their feet and went through a series of slow steps. With nods, they encouraged us to join them.
Following along, I realized Goku was being taught one set of steps and I was being taught a different series. I giggled when I glanced at Goku. He performed his steps perfectly, but his tongue was stuck between his teeth and his eyebrows were drawn in concentration.
Growing comfortable with the steps, the locals picked up the pace and so did we, and soon, we were moving with the beat of the music. The locals motioned for us to face each other as they turned and did the same. I realized the dance steps we were taught were a couple's dance.
Goku smiled at me, cheeks a little pink as I moved a little closer to him and we danced away our first evening on the island.