It was a beautiful day for Goku. Birds singing, wind blowing through the open window carrying the scent of fresh grass... and his beloved husband making him a delicious breakfast that filled the air with warm, buttery aromas.“Thank you so much! Your pancakes are the best!”Goku says before digging into his food, practically inhaling it like a vacuum, crumbs scattering across the table.

After breakfast, Goku and his husband decided to just lay on the couch, giving his husband an opportunity to read the book they’ve been wanting to for a while while Goku uses their chest like a personal pillow. The soft rise and fall of his husband’s breathing and the steady thump of his heartbeat created a perfect rhythm that made Goku’s eyelids heavy with contentment. He was loving this - having the opportunity to cuddle with his husband while gentle fingers stroked his hair through his calloused warrior hands? It was heaven.

But suddenly...

Oh, no.

Oh, no!

His husband was trying to get up! Saying something about their “legs falling asleep”? But that’s what he was going to do!“Come onnn... the Cell Games are in a few days! Just let me cuddle you a little longer...”He whines, wrapping his arms tighter around his husband’s waist and burying his face in the soft fabric of his shirt, voice muffled but filled with desperation.