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A Warrior's Wife
"I'm still mad at you, Goku," Chichi said, wiping Goku's face with a warm, wet rag. You'd never suspect that she was, with the way she was taking care of him.
"I know," Goku said.
Chichi sat down on a chair by the bed, crossed her leg over the other, and folded her arms. "Good."
"Chichi…"
"After an whole year of worrying, my son…OUR son, Goku…is out there risking his life."
"Our planet was in danger."
"He's 5, for God's sake! He doesn't belong out in the middle of nowhere getting killed!"
"So, he belongs inside studying while the planet gets attacked?"
"Don't even start that with me, Goku. You know how I feel about you and your martial arts."
"They used to be YOUR martial arts, too, Chichi."
"'Used to be' being the key term. There are more important things besides fighting. Our family, our home…"
"Which wouldn't BE HERE if Gohan hadn't trained under Piccolo."
"The least that Piccolo could've done was TELL ME that he was taking my son, instead of leaving Krillin and Bulma to tell me. That was unfair. And here's Gohan, wanting to wish him back!"
"Piccolo is responsible for our son being ALIVE."
"He wouldn't have been in danger in the first place if that brother of yours hadn't just beamed down from the sky and kidnapped him!"
"You think I WANTED that?! Try to imagine how I feel. I found out I had blood, and he turns out to be evil and kidnaps my son! And if you wanna talk about Piccolo being unfair, what about you? You're the one who just jumped over me when I was near dead from the battle!"
"Yes, but you WEREN'T! And there's Gohan with his eyes closed, and Krillin carrying him! You know how obvious that looks? You, Goku, are a grown man, and I've seen you pull yourself out of tough scrapes and recover without batting an eye. But Gohan is 5 YEARS OLD. He may be, as you put it, 'Half-Saiyan', but he's also Half-Earthling. He doesn't have all that you have. He doesn't have all of your natural ability to fight and recover. He isn't your equal in strength. I haven't seen him for a year. How am I supposed to know if he can fight, defend, recover? You, I can more or less predict."
"Chichi…"
"For God's sakes, Goku, why do you put me through all this?!"
Chichi stomped out of the room and slammed the door.
"Hey," Chichi said softly, opening the door. It was hours later. Light from street lamps shone into the room.
"Hey," Goku answered.
Chichi walked over and sat at the chair by the bed. "Listen, I'm sorry I blew up earlier. I was just…"
"Upset," Goku filled in. "I know."
Both of them were silent for a minute.
"Look at the garbage they're feeding you," Chichi said with nervous laughter, looking at the tray of food Goku had half-heartedly eaten. "What's a hospital coming to, when it can't even serve decent…"
"Chichi?"
"Yes?"
"You don't have to pretend to be OK with it."
Chichi sighed, pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, and put her hand on his chest. "I've had enough of yelling about it. I can't do anything, anyway. Krillin, Bulma, and Gohan are leaving tomorrow."
"You're not going?"
"There isn't place for me. Krillin and Gohan can fight, and Bulma is a technological genius. As much as I hate to admit it, I'd only get in the way. So, instead, I'm going to embarrass him."
Goku laughed, but the pain got to him. "Ow!"
"Goof." Chichi gave his head a slight, painless shove.
Goku smiled, then sighed. "You know I'm going too, right?"
"Yes. I know. But NOT until you get better."
"Yeah, yeah, I know," he said. He grinned. "I can't wait to get to Namek and get a chance to fight."
Chichi shook her head. "You really are a wild animal. Thinking of fighting again, when you're in ICU!"
Goku grinned. "I'm just a warrior."
Chichi sighed, and smiled. "And I'm just a warrior's wife."
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