Goku stood outside the door, his heart pounding from the surprise. He had just seen Cheelai naked, her green skin smooth and shiny, her body curved in all the right places. She was beautiful, like nothing he had ever seen up close. Goku scratched the back of his head, feeling his face get hot. "Oops, sorry about that," he called through the door, his voice a bit shaky but still friendly.
Inside the room, Cheelai quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself. Her cheeks turned a darker shade of green from embarrassment. But then she smiled a little. Goku was always so goofy and strong, and she had felt a spark with him ever since they met. "It's okay, Goku," she said, her voice soft and teasing. "You can come in now. I'm covered."
Goku opened the door slowly, peeking in first. When he saw her with the towel, he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. The room was small and simple, with a bed, a table, and some clothes scattered around. The air felt warm from the planet's heat. "I didn't mean to barge in like that," he said, grinning sheepishly. "I was just tired from sparring with Broly. That guy hits hard!"
Cheelai laughed, her eyes sparkling. She sat on the edge of the bed, holding the towel tight. "I know. I heard the whole planet shaking. You two are crazy." She looked at him, her gaze lingering on his ripped orange gi, torn from the fight. His muscles were big and defined, covered in sweat and a few bruises. Something inside her stirred—a mix of admiration and desire. "You look beat up. Come sit down. Let me check if you're okay."
Goku walked over and sat next to her on the bed. The mattress dipped under his weight. He was close enough to smell her fresh scent, like flowers mixed with something exotic from her home planet. "Nah, I'm fine. Saiyans heal fast." But he didn't move away. Being near her felt nice, different from fighting. His body was still buzzing from the battle, full of energy that needed release.
Cheelai reached out and touched his arm gently, her fingers tracing a cut on his bicep. "This looks sore. Does it hurt?" Her touch was soft, sending a warm tingle through his skin. Goku looked at her hand, then at her face. Her big eyes were locked on his, and her lips looked soft and inviting.
"A little," he admitted, his voice lower now. He felt a strange pull in his chest, and lower down too. He had felt attraction before, but with Cheelai, it was stronger. She was tough, funny, and pretty. "You're really nice, Cheelai. Thanks for letting us stay here."
She smiled, leaning closer. Her towel slipped a bit, showing the top of her chest, but she didn't fix it right away. "You're welcome. I like having you around. Makes things exciting." Her hand moved up to his shoulder, squeezing the muscle there. Goku's breath quickened. He put his hand on hers, holding it in place.
Their eyes met, and time seemed to slow. Goku leaned in first, his lips brushing against hers softly. Cheelai kissed back, her mouth warm and eager. The kiss started gentle, like testing the waters, but soon it grew deeper. Goku's arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer. The towel fell away, but neither cared. Her bare skin pressed against his clothes, soft and smooth.
Cheelai pulled back for a second, breathing hard. "Goku... do you want this?" she asked, her voice husky.
"Yeah," he said simply, his eyes full of want. "I do. If you do too."
She nodded, smiling. "I do." She tugged at his gi, helping him pull it off. His chest was broad and strong, marked with scars from old battles. Cheelai ran her hands over it, feeling the hard muscles under her fingers. Goku groaned softly, liking the touch. He kissed her neck, tasting her skin. It was salty and sweet.
They fell back onto the bed together, Goku on top but careful not to crush her. His hands explored her body slowly at first—her shoulders, her back, then down to her hips. Cheelai arched up against him, her breaths coming in short gasps. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "Take off the rest," she whispered, her fingers fumbling with his pants.
Goku kicked off his boots and slid out of his pants, now fully naked like her. His body was powerful, every part of him ready and excited. Cheelai looked at him, her eyes wide with appreciation. "You're amazing," she said, reaching down to touch him. Her hand was gentle but firm, stroking slowly. Goku moaned, his head falling back. It felt so good, like sparks shooting through him.
He kissed her again, deeper this time, his tongue meeting hers. His hands found her breasts, cupping them softly. They were full and soft, her nipples hard under his thumbs. Cheelai whimpered, pushing into his touch. "Yes, like that," she encouraged. Goku moved his mouth down, kissing her collarbone, then lower to her chest. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently while his hand played with the other. Cheelai's fingers tangled in his wild hair, holding him there.
The room filled with their sounds—soft moans, heavy breaths, the creak of the bed. Goku's free hand slid down her belly, between her legs. She was wet and warm, ready for him. He touched her carefully, rubbing in slow circles. Cheelai bucked her hips, crying out. "Goku... that feels so good. Don't stop."
He didn't. He kept going, learning what she liked from her reactions. Her body trembled under him, building up to something big. Finally, she came, her back arching as waves of pleasure hit her. She called his name, her voice echoing in the small room.
Goku smiled, proud and turned on even more. He positioned himself between her legs, looking into her eyes for permission. Cheelai nodded, pulling him down. He entered her slowly, inch by inch, both of them gasping at the feeling. She was tight and hot around him, perfect. Goku started moving, thrusting gently at first to let her adjust.
Cheelai wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him fiercely. "Faster," she urged. Goku obeyed, picking up speed. Their bodies moved together in rhythm, like a dance but more intense. Sweat slicked their skin, making everything slippery and hot. Goku's muscles flexed with each thrust, his strength controlled but powerful.
They changed positions after a while. Cheelai pushed him onto his back and climbed on top. She rode him slowly, her hands on his chest for balance. Goku watched her, mesmerized by the way her body moved, her breasts bouncing with each rise and fall. He held her hips, guiding her, thrusting up to meet her.
"Oh, Goku," she moaned, her head thrown back. The pleasure built again, faster this time. Goku felt it too, a tight coil in his belly ready to snap. He sat up, wrapping his arms around her, their chests pressed together. They rocked like that, faces close, sharing breaths.
Cheelai came first again, her walls clenching around him. That pushed Goku over the edge. He groaned loud, spilling inside her, his body shaking with release. They held each other tight, riding out the waves until they were both spent.
They collapsed onto the bed, tangled in each other. Goku pulled her close, his arm around her shoulders. Cheelai rested her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow down. "That was incredible," she said softly, tracing patterns on his skin.
"Yeah," Goku agreed, grinning at the ceiling. "Way better than training. We should do this more often."
Cheelai laughed, snuggling closer. "Definitely. But next time, knock first."
Yeah, Goku said, climbing down from the bed slowly, i will visit another time, he smiled, using instant transmission.