The Years After
PrologueI used to love the winter season. The white snowflakes would remind me of things and people beautiful and precious to me like my family and friends. Snow is mystical in so many ways. You could almost forget where you where when you are caught in its presence.
As I gathered the remaining bits of food in my garden, which was beginning to freeze over, I could almost hear my husband's voice in my ear asking for dinner. Goku loved food and never let anything go to waste, not even a grain of rice. Though piggish in someway, it was grateful in others.
Only when the heart virus spread through his body he did not ask for food. He died so long ago that now my son is a man. I wait for Gohan to return to me with news, hopefully, of defeating the androids.
I'll be back, with those android monsters defeated! I promise.
That was what Gohan had told me the day before he left for the rest of my life.
But promises are short lived. They always have been for me. Goku could never stay still for more than ten days and then he would leave without a word, leaving Gohan and I on our own for days at a time. He always returned smiling with dirty clothing, saying he was sorry. I've been told actions speak louder than words and in some ways I believe it.
While the snows begin to fall over my head and onto the parched ground, I can feel myself falling too, thirsting for air and my family. For Gohan or for Goku I could not control their fates, only my response to it. For I am the wife and the mother they left behind.