A/N: This is just a super short fiction. It was just an idea of what I think would happen once Chichi died from old age and Goku being left behind due to his Saiyan body aging far slower and how he would say goodbye. This is simply an idea. If you like it I may re-write it and turn it into a proper story. - funkypunk
The truth of the matter is that, no matter what happens, I will always be remembered as the hero of the planet. I am the warrior of all that is good, protector to those who need protection. I fight for justice and all that is right in the universe. Underneath all of that, I am, despite of my alien heritage, just a man. Some of my friends take me as an idiot, a simple creature but that isn't true. I'm calculating, I'm more than just a fighter and martial artist and I would really like, one day, to be seen just as that. You can call me Goku or refer to me by my Saiyan name, but either way, you don't know me. There is, and always will be, only one person who can ever understand the sort of being that I am. My wife, my mate, my adoring beauty who lies with me in bed, she is the one who can look into my eyes and read my thoughts.
My Chichi, having you with me has made my life both easy and difficult. Difficult because I can never allow any harm to come to you, but because I'm a threat to the other super powers across the universe, you will always come to be in danger. You have also made it easier for me to fight for all the right reasons, your love has made me strong and gentle, fierce and kind, you force the good inside me to come out. I'm not sure what kind of warrior I would have become without your love, but I'm glad and eternally grateful that you have done so for me.
As I sit here beside you and I feel your life force drift away, I hold your hand tightly and lean in to kiss you on your lips whilst their still warms and generous. I almost feel you kiss me back and my heart jumps. No, I'm deluding myself, you are gone. Your body is still a bit warm and I lean in more to hug your body close to mine, as though by giving you my warmth you may return to me, as though I were giving you life again. My sweet girl, my woman, my warrior, it was you who protected me. You always took me into your arms after my battles, you gave me two amazing sons who carry my physical strength but your courage and wisdom, and we sure did make a great team, didn't we?
I'm not crying my dearest but my heart is breaking, of that you can be sure. Your sons are waiting outside; they will want to be with your body whilst there is still warmth in the air. I know you will do well in the after life, your soul will be guarded as you are my mate and everybody up there owes me a few favours after all that I have done for both our worlds! Oh Chichi, I'm kidding around, even at your passing, I can never change, not even at the most morbid of times. I've lost my soul mate but inside, though my heart hurts I am in fact happy, because I will see you in a few years and then our souls can be at peace for all of eternity, together, as we should be.