A/N: Ahhh, I've done it again! Started another fic when I have too many already! This idea came to me and just wouldn't let me alone though, so I guess I need to be impulsive. Have you ever noticed in the Saiyan Conflict, when Chichi finds out that Goku is dead and Gohan has been kidnapped, you don't actually get to see a follow-up of her reactions...and I know I would be CONFUSED if I found out my husband was from a different planet. This kind of deals with interracilality a bit....okay, well a lot. Has anyone noticed Toriyama-sama seems to make DBZ the poster boy for interracial couples? Think about it, Goku and Chichi, Vegeta and Bulma, Gohan and Videl, Krillin and Juuhachigou....it just keeps on goin on. Anyhow, on with the story, and please review if ya would!!
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SOMETHING DEEPER
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It had been a long, hard day.
Chichi collapsed on the doorstep, utterly exhausted. She closed her weary, raven eyes, and sighed softly as a cool, spring breeze past over her tired figure. The locusts were beginning to sing lightly in the forest, and the sky was a collage of explosive, radiant colors. The sun began to kiss the mountains gently as pink faded to purple, and orange clouds lined with silver began to tiptoe gently across the twilight's sky, as if they were afraid a single rift in there smooth, angelic appearance would somehow damage the glory of the evening.
She opened her eyes just in time to see feathery cherry blossoms falling from the trees, swirling in graceful symmetry until lightly setting foot on the soft, emerald ground. The flowers were so pink that they appeared to be white, and she couldn't restrain a smile at the overall magnificence of the evening. She drew in a deep, cleansing breath, and reclined against the door, shifting all of her weight against the wooden frame.
She winced slightly as her back began to ache, a subtle, yet sharp pain seemed to dance up and down her vertebra, carelessly sinking daggers into anything in its wayward path. She wondered momentarily what it was that was causing her this discomfort, yet she attributed it to the chaos and bustle of the day.
That morning she had risen before dawn, and cooked a huge breakfast for her husband, who consumed it in mere moments. She was new to the whole marriage arrangement, and she had seemed to under-prepare at nearly every meal. She mentally noted every morning to make more food, yet no matter how much preparation and hours of stirring vegetables, mixing yeast for bread, cooking fish in the oven, grilling meat on the hibati, frying chicken, or cooling desserts, she never seemed to have enough ready. She wondered why he ate like he did, she had never seen anyone eat so much.
After spending more than three hours on breakfast alone, she had to wash laundry that had been collecting in piles for days. Washing Goku's laundry alone was enough to keep her busy for a few hours, he trained so hard most days that he would go through three or four gi's without a second thought.
Then it was time to make lunch, and that took a long time. After it had been prepared, the teenage garbage disposal tore through it in less than ten minutes, as it had taken her nearly two and a half hours to make. To add insult to injury, when he was finished, he was still hungry. He didn't let her know, and he thanked her for the meal she had made, but she saw him desperately flinging open cabinets and he nearly tore off the hinges to the refrigerator, when he thought she wasn't looking.
She laughed as she recalled the frantic look on his face, "Goku can take anything with a smile and a sigh, but when it comes to food he just goes ballistic."
The rest of the day resulted in her walking to the nearest village for groceries, as it seemed that there weren't any left. Goku had offered to fly her into town, but she had declined as she hated to go grocery shopping with him. She recalled the first time that they had gone shopping together, it was three days after their wedding, and it was the first real fight they had had since becoming one in matrimony. She recalled yelling at him several times as he tried to get more food than she could eat in one lifetime; Yet at the time she didn't know that it was at most a weekly supply for him.
She didn't feel like fighting with him today, as she became utterly and totally exhausted before lunch was even ready. Her body was fine physically, but mentally she felt drained. She didn't know what was wrong, and she refused to slow down because she had a minor headache.
Halfway to the village she began to give out and fervently wished that she had accepted Goku's invitation. Somehow, she managed to get there and her groceries, and return home all in one piece. Her feet were throbbing, as was her head, and her stomach seemed to be swimming. In fact, the thought of cooking food for the next few hours seemed to make her insides churn all the more with the prospect of being surrounded by stews, soups, desserts, fruits and fish.
Now dinner had been finished, and Goku had gone to clean up before calling it a day. She tried to recall if she had ever been accustomed to getting up at 4:30 am every morning, and going to bed so early every night before she was married; yet in her prior condition she couldn't think of much of anything. She closed her lids once again, and rolled her eyes back, unconsciously seeking rest. She was nearly lulling off to a peaceful slumber when she felt her support give way, and she toppled backwards, only to be stopped by another force that felt nearly as hard as the door. She snapped her eyes open in annoyance and anger, only to meet with the dancing coal eyes of her young husband.
"Hey Chichi!" He said, blissfully unaware of the irritation that threatened to overcome her existence in a matter of seconds. "I was looking for 'ya! Whatcha doin' out here on the doorstep?" He slurred.
She was about to bite into him when he spoke again,
"Better yet, whatcha doin' all laid up against my shins?" He rattled, and chuckled slightly, never tearing his gaze from her piercing eyes.
Chichi had previously begun plans to run him into the ground for not being more careful, but the innocence in his bright eyes and the adorable tone of his slow drawl overcame her and she calmed considerably. She shook her head, trying to drive all of the frustration out of her mind before answering him.
"Not a lot, just sitting out here watching the sun go down." She replied.
"Hey, that's a good idea. Mind if I join 'ya?" He asked cordially, as he was now getting used to doing as he had been living with the human eloquence book for the past seven months. Yet before she had a chance to answer, he slid down the door post carefully, as to not shift his support against her, as she seemed to be comfortable against his legs. He reached the ground and moved her support from his shins to his chest. She smiled ever so slightly and drew closer to him, laying the back of her head in the hollow of his neck.
He placed his right arm around her gently, not really holding her but letting her know that he was there. She sighed once again. This was perfect.
Watching the stars appear one by one, listening to the locusts song in the hills far away, laughing slightly when a falling cherry blossom would tickle her face as it floated softly down from its birthplace. And being with Goku, whom she loved more than anyone in the world. She felt safe with him there, especially with his arm around her, his hand placed gently on top of hers. The rhythmic beating penetrating his solid chest was soothing in an unearthly way. She wondered sometimes if he was even from this planet, as it seemed he could only come from heaven....That is, if heaven comes from the backwoods. She ridiculed him constantly for his lack of correct grammar, yet secretly, she would be intensely upset if he ever lost his simple way with words. She smiled again as an aromatic breeze blew wayward strands of her hair away from her face.
She felt Goku inhale deeply, and she rose nearly to heaven as she laid against him.
"That feels good, don't it, Chichi?" He asked, softer than his usual tone of voice.
"Mm hmm." She moaned softly as if she were drifting off to sleep, yet her eyes stayed partially open as she watched the crescent moon start to cast its silver shadow on the tops of the cedars.
Without warning, She felt her hair began to cascade over her shoulders. It felt so good to not have it restrained to that tight bun all day, yet she turned her head at an awkward angle, cocked a playful eyebrow at him and asked in a mock-sneer,
"Now what did you do that for?"
He grinned widely, and ruffled her hair playfully. " 'Cause it just looks a lot better down."
She retained her glare, yet it gradually gave way to a smile.
"You think so?"
"Sure I do, I wouldnt've said it if I didn't mean it." He smiled, and ran his fingers through her glossy hair.
She closed her eyes. It felt so good. Keeping her hair in that extreme angle all day long really wore on her scalp. And the way he combed across her long, dark hair in that massaging fashion made her wonder how he could do it so well. It was almost therapeutic.
Now there was only a faint trace of daylight left as the deep pink was gradually surrendering to the velvet of nighttime.
"I guess we better be going in, it's starting to get dark." She said softly, really having no desire to quit the serenity of this moment anytime soon.
"Okay, if you want to." He said, and slowly began to rise, holding fast to her arm and helping her up as well.
She was nearly to her feet when she felt a tremendous stab of pain in her lower back. She groaned in anguish, and held her back tightly, nearly doubling over to the ground.
"You okay?" He asked, grabbing her arms and holding her in her current position.
She winced again, shook his hands off, and straightened, the pain slowly subsiding as she rose.
"I'm okay, don't worry, I just have a crick in my back tonight, probably from walking to the village earlier today."
Goku grinned playfully, "Chichi, you don't walk on your back, how would walking make your back hurt?" He asked sarcastically.
She shot him a look, and he backed down as he realized she hadn't fully recovered from her back pain.
Before she knew what happened, he picked her up gently, so as not to add any harm to her spine, and began to carry her back to their room.
"What are you doing?" She asked defensively. She loved it when he did things like this, yet she felt somewhat insulted when he treated her like she hadn't strength enough to do anything. Just because he was the best martial artist on the planet didn't mean that she was totally dependent on him for everything, if anything it was the other way around...at least when it came to nourishment.
"Carrying you to our room." He said densely.
"I can walk, you know." She said, yet made no physical effort to disentangle herself.
"I know, but sometimes it's just nice to be carried." He smiled at her, and despite her sudden wave of feminism, she let it go and smiled back, laughing slightly at his one track mind.
"Dear?" She sneered.
"Hmm?"
"You left the door open." And she couldn't suppress the smirk that claimed her lips. Poor Goku, his mind worked one way; he was totally focused on what he was doing at the moment, and always neglected obvious things when an idea should claim his mind.
He laughed as he entered the bedroom.
"Really? Oh well, I guess the bugs can just bunk with us tonight."
Her brows raised in defense and she opened her mouth in protest, but he just smiled and shook his head, "I'm just joshin' I'll go shut it." He placed her on the bed and walked out of the door towards the living room.
"He's so dense." She shook her head and laughed. "But he makes it look good."
" 'Ya really think so?" He called across the kitchen.
She blushed. How on earth did he hear that? He must have some kind of super sensitive ears. Drat. Caught in the middle of an uncalled for comment, something she didn't easily distribute, yet she didn't see the harm in it tonight.
"Yeah, I did."
He reentered the room, a look of disappointment and discouragement on his face. He asked slowly,
"You really think I'm dense?"
She rolled her eyes, as he had quite enough answered his own question.
***
She awoke the next day with a splitting headache. Her stomach felt as if it had been turned inside out, and an extreme wave of nausea soon followed. She felt a streak of weakness run up and down her intestines, and she had to hold back the bile that threatened to evacuate her insides. Her hands felt swollen, and her breath came in rasps, heavy and hard. She turned over in a state of utter misery to see Goku, hands placed behind his head gazing happily into the ceiling. He felt her shift, and he turned and smiled happily,
"Mornin'!"
She didn't respond right away, she couldn't she had to gather her wits as she seemed on the verge of hallucination.
"..g..Ok..u" She forced her words between labored breaths.
His brows furrowed slightly.
"Chichi?" He asked, concern filling his words, "Are you okay?"
"No....I..'m not."
He sat up, looking intently at her. She had a slight greenish appearance. He didn't know what to make of it, up until now, Chichi hadn't been sick. So what was he supposed to do now?
"What can I do?" He asked suddenly.
"I...don't know...." She slurred honestly.
Reality hit him. Hard. He nearly sprang out of his skin as he raised his voice slightly in a desperate tone,
"Does this mean I have to make breakfast?!"
At the thought of breakfast, she felt her insides start to heave, and her stomach contract. She looked into his eyes, as tears started to run down her cheeks. She was in total, unparalleled misery.
"Pl....ease....don't..m...mention....break...fas..t" She pleaded.
At the sight of her tears, Goku wrapped his arms around her, holding her protectively, as any other thought seemed to momentarily flee from his brain. All he knew was that she was hurting, and he wanted to let her know that he was there.
The sudden close body contact really didn't do wonders for her current state, yet something about the sincerity of the embrace inclined her to stay. She did feel safe and slightly better with him holding her.
The weakening wave was beginning to diminish when Goku spoke,
"Don't worry about making breakfast, I'll just catch a fish."
At the mere thought of fish, her restraint was obliterated. She reeled back slightly and vomited all over Goku, herself and the bed sheets.
He held her the whole time she threw up, never loosening his grip around her, even when his shirt was soaked and his hair covered, he never let her go. He didn't let go until she had stopped, and then he casually picked her up and moved her to the couch in the living room. He even helped to clean her up before he even attempted to wash his hair. He never said a word, as he seemed a bit guilty and ashamed. After he finally cleaned up everything, he sat down and after a few moments of silence, turned his eyes towards his sick wife.
"Sorry about sayin' 'bre-..."
She quickly clamped her hand over his mouth and shook her head.
"Not now." She rasped.
He nodded in agreement.
***
Chichi lay on the couch in a state of near unconsciousness. All she wanted to do was sleep so she wouldn't have to live with the unearthly pain pounding in her head. It seemed every time she was about to lull off to sleep Goku would come in and check to see how she was doing. He had somewhat elected himself as her own personal servant after he had caused her to vomit all over the room earlier that day. Yet despite his good intentions, his interference was making it harder and harder for her to find any peace at all.
Finally, she had drifted off to sleep after having been disrupted several times, and when she awoke, she was feeling somewhat healthier.
She had only been awake a few moments when Goku came through the door.
"Hey Chichi, 'ya feelin' any better?" He asked cheerfully, as he had pretty much deciphered this to be so as he saw her wide eyed and alert.
"Somewhat....My stomach still hurts but I feel a little bit better."
He smiled and sat down on the edge of the couch and put his hand on her forehead. "Does your head still hurt?" He asked.
"Yeah....but what are you doing?" She quizzed tiredly.
"Uhhh...checking for a fever." He said, trying to sound as if he knew what he was doing. When he had become ill a couple of months ago, Chichi made checking his fever a ritual several times a day, and it was the one thing he was sure that you did when someone was sick, although he had absolutely no idea exactly how putting your hand on someone's forehead actually helped any.
Chichi laughed internally as she knew he didn't have a clue as to how one checked a fever.
"Do you think your gonna be better tomorrow?" He asked neutrally, but she could tell he was a little apprehensive at his own statement, she was sure he wouldn't make another day of living by his own means.
"I don't know, but probably." She replied.
He didn't seem convinced. He obtained a somewhat more serious look and asked,
"Do you know what's wrong?"
Her brows furrowed slightly, "Not exactly, but I'm sure its just a cold or something like it."
His countenance had changed, and he looked at her with mounting concern.
"Well Chichi, if you don't know what's wrong, why don't you just let me take you to the doctor?" He interrogated.
She started a bit. She had never been to the doctor before...and had no plans to. Besides, she may be in partial misery, but was certain that going to the hospital would be even more misery. As much as she didn't want to admit to herself that she feared anything, she knew that she was slightly intimidated by the doctor.
"No, its not that serious Goku. I'll be okay...and besides, we don't have that kind of money."
"If its money your worried about Chichi it'll be okay. I can find some way to get it, it won't really be a problem." He answered naively.
She lowered her brows drastically and replied very defensively,
"I'm okay. I said so and I meant it and you'd be wise not to contradict me."
He saw the look of savagery in her eyes and he backed off nervously. He stood up and headed for the kitchen.
"Okay, Chichi, if you say so." He answered with a slight quiver in his step.
Why was he so afraid of her? It's not like she was the superior martial artist or anything, yet something about the way she snapped, the way she got so angry. He couldn't comprehend how someone could get so angry over something small like a suggestion. He was only trying to help. Since he didn't understand it, he was afraid of it.
"'Reckon that's why." He thought to himself. "She sure does get upset over the littlest things."
Yet, in that same thought, he smiled. "But she sure looks pretty when she fusses."
Why he thought that he didn't know. He used to think the same thing about Bulma, when she got mad. He still didn't really understand the concept of 'pretty', but he thought it must be what he thought of Chichi when her eyes got all stormy and he voice got so high and screechy....he knew that Krillin and Yamcha weren't too fond of her for that reason, yet he found himself enjoying the feeling he got after her tantrums.....Besides the sinking, scary feeling he got afterwards, that is.
He didn't know why he liked to look at her when she was mad. He liked it when everyone was happy, but he couldn't seem to take his eyes off of her when she screamed. It was as if it were for some reason that he liked it....but what it was he didn't know.
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The first thing she was aware of was her moaning. She was slowly coming back into the living world, but all she was sure of was the terrible feeling inside of her, it seemed to block away everything else.
"Goku...." She called softly.
There was no response. Did she think she called his name or had she actually done it? She wasn't sure.
She forced herself into a sitting position, not fully conscious yet, but as she straightened her wits returned. She felt something strange....something nasty.....something......wet.
The realization of the situation entered her brain and she staggered to her feet, dragging down the hallway to the bathroom.
***
Goku wasn't even awake, yet he heard his name being called....frantically. He subconsciously thought it might be the alarm, or maybe a kettle going off for breakfast. Yet it persisted. He was sleeping so soundly he couldn't credit the noise to anything, he just heard it.
Suddenly, it smashed into him without warning, and he heard it loud and clear.
"GOKU!!!"
"CHICHI?!" He leapt four feet into the air, heart thudding against his chest, head swirling from the quick and sudden movement of his head. He got out of bed quickly and entered the living room where Chichi had been the night before. He had wanted to move her back in their room but didn't because she was in a deep sleep. Now he wished that he had, since it seemed she was in trouble. He stepped in the room, and saw the couch was empty. Many irrational conclusions popped into his head, and he called out, a tone of desperation laced into his voice.
"CHICHI?"
He waited, and heard nothing.....except for several choking noises coming from down the hall. He was there in a stride, and pounded on the door.
"Chichi?? Are you in there?"
A few seconds later, his reply came in a sobbing voice.
"Y...e....sss..."
"What's wrong Chichi?"
He waited and she didn't reply. He was becoming antsy, and aggression and fear soon overtook him. In an act of partial insanity, he kicked open the door with his knee, tearing the top part of the frame off of the hinges.
Chichi was crouched on the floor, obviously having just vomited a great deal. Yet despite her current weak position, she glanced menacingly at Goku as he stood in the doorway.
"Do...you.....know how much....that is gonna c-cost....to be...fixed?" She growled, trying to maintain a healthy dose of intimidation.
Goku ignored her as he kneeled to her level.
"Did you call me?" He asked softly.
"Yes...I...did." She answered weakly.
"What's wrong?" He said, retaining the urge to reach out and hold her....last time he had done that he got really messy...something he was going to try and avoid.
"I....need..." Trying to act in control and assured, and put a stop to her stuttering, she straightened somewhat and continued.
"I need to go to...the doctor."
Goku raised his eyebrows. He couldn't believe she actually said that. She was dead set on not going yesterday, why was she going now?
"Okay." He said sweetly, "What changed your mind?"
Her eyes shot to the floor, and he detected a glare in them he hadn't seen often in her shining, ebony eyes.
"I'm bleeding." She said, never tearing her gaze from the floor.
Goku started. "Bleeding? Where are you bleeding?" He asked concertedly.
She looked up and her eyes met his. The look dancing back and forth in them answered all that he was going to ask.
He cringed, and she knew he understood.
"I guess I should clean 'ya up a little bit? Or can you do it by yourself?" He asked softly
"I can, you need to get ready too." She answered, and started lifting herself up by supporting her weight on the sink. He saw her struggle and grabbed her arm gently, pulling her up to her full height.
"Uhhh....Chichi? What does it mean when...well, 'ya know, you bleed from....down there?" He asked, turning slightly red at the mention of something so personal. He may have been married, and he may have known all that he needed to know about things of that nature, yet the subject of things that "personal" still made him uneasy....since it was another thing he didn't know very much about.
" I don't know, Goku." She answered, trying to sound neutral, yet the slight quake in her voice implied that she herself wasn't too sure either.
***
"Are you ready to go, Chichi?" He asked as she stepped out of her room in a purple dress, with her hair looking partially groomed.
"Yeah, I suppose." She said with a glint of nervousness in her tone.
Goku and Chichi walked out onto the front lawn, he picked her up and was prepping himself for take-off when he asked her,
"What is the doctor gonna' do to 'ya, Chichi?"
"Well, he'll probably have to take my temperature and blood pressure..." She fought back a severe lump in her throat as she continued, "And check my bleeding."
At the execution of the last sentence, Goku stopped in mid-take off. His eyes were wide and his eyebrows seemed to hit his hairline. He looked at her in complete disbelief.
"CHECK YOUR BLEEDING?" He questioned, unaware that he was shouting.
Chichi blushed. "Yes."
"YOU MEAN FROM WHERE YOUR BLEEDING?!" He yelled again.
She turned completely crimson. "Yes."
"BUT.....BUT.....HE CAN ACTUALLY DO THAT?!?" He stammered on....silently contemplating in the back of his subconscious why Master Roshi never got this job.
She diverted her eyes from meeting his gaze, which she was sure - had this been in a less humiliating situation - would be priceless.
"Umm....yeah." She said, her face reaching a new color unclassified by human charts.
His mouth hung open. He had never been to the doctor before. She had never been to the doctor before....Did this always happen? He couldn't believe he had once tried to send her there....No wonder she had declined with such a fury. NOW he understood why she got so defensive over it....heck, now he was too.
Yet he couldn't believe she even suggest that she go. He felt betrayed. THAT wasn't supposed to be for just everybody....only HIM. Wasn't that one of the things marriage was about? Now he felt more confused than ever.....about marriage, sexuality....and that doctor.
"Chichi? 'Ya know you don't have to go to the doctor....." He started, trying to act as if his sudden outburst never happened. "I bet I could take care of 'ya better than he could."
The color of Chi chi's face was unparalleled, yet at the sound of his mock-assurance she only turned deeper, if it were possible. She knew he was getting the wrong impression...or was he? She has never actually been to a hospital before....she hoped that he had the wrong impression. As much as she knew he didn't want her to go, she was quite sure she didn't want to go even more. The prospect of being poked and prodded by all sorts of medical suringes didn't appeal to her....and neither did the whole 'bleeding' ordeal.
"Goku....honey, I need to go." She said seriously. He was taken back as she hardly ever threw out terms of endearment. Why was she doing it now? His brows furrowed and his lip protruded in a child-esque manner as her thought this whole thing over. This was a confusing day......Just when he thought he had things figured out something like this had to happen and change his views on everything.
He bit his tongue and flew in the direction of the city. He was quite confused by everything that was happening....why had she suddenly lost interest in him in that way?
"I mean, she wouldn't be going if she hadn't." He thought intently. Even Chichi noticed how engulfed he was in his own thought, and even though she had a pretty good idea that he was utterly lost on the subject, she wondered what submersed him so.
Half-way to West City Goku couldn't restrain himself any longer. He turned to Chichi and demanded in a very intense tone of voice.
"Chichi, was it something I did?? Because if it is I know we can work it out!" He sounded more than a bit desperate.
Chichi lifted her brows in confusion, wondering what sort of ludicrous presumptions were floating around in his dense head this time.
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A/N: Poor, poor Goku.....Lol! Sorry if that was a bit personal, I was blushing while writing it. If you are acquainted with my work, or me in general, you know I do not promote lemons or anything....but I felt like this should be put in, if nothing more than to show Goku's defensive side for Chichi, and his confusions on what could easily be interpreted the wrong way. This fic is going to take a new direction soon, and when it does I will have a new summary. Yet it will stay similar to things like this for the bulk of the story, which will be quite lengthy. Don't worry about slow updating, because I am starting on chapter two straightaway!! Also, a new Chapter to "Ode to the Endurer", The fic about Vegeta's mother will be up in the next week or so, if I can finish. So look for a new chapter on this one soon! If your interested in joining my mailing list, email me and let me know! Saiyantenshidbz@yahoo.com. Lastly, I hope anyone didn't think my interpretation of Goku's speech was in any way conforming him to my own benefits, since I am proudly a Southerner with a drawl as deep as a 'canyons in your soul.' *private joke,lol. Only Bear will know what I'm talkin' about* But see, if you notice, in the Japanese version, Goku grew up in the backwoods, and, as a result, talked like a hick, using words like 'aint' and 'hissy fit' and all, and he was simple with what he said, and not all wordy like the FUNi dub "I am the hope of the universe, I am the answer to all living things that cry out for peace." And so on. So, unless you take FUNi's dubbing of DBZ as 'authentic' I believe that literally translated Goku would have a deep drawled country accent. Disagree? Let me know,haha. I think one reason so many folks relate to Goku so well is he is just plain simple, not all speech-like, like Superman or superhero's of the like, and therefore appeals to a more 'that's me' kinda image. I know us Southerners like him a lot, even without his Japanese-Southernocity ------my own word,lol! God bless ya'll!!
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