Yes, I know what they call me. A harpy. A demon. A bitch. They mean every word of it. And I admit, sometimes I am. But they don't understand. I love my family very much.
I never willingly send my son to a battle… it's like sending your child to their death. So they not see it like that? Who would want their son fighting evil with the risk of being killed? It would be the same as me bloodying my hands with their blood. I don't want to see them dead. I can't imagine a life without my children. I don't want to imagine it. I've had enough loneliness with Goku.
Ah, my sweet and innocent Goku. I cannot describe with words the love I have for him. Even as a child I was struck to the arrow of Cupid. A childhood crush turned into a dream come true. A sad dream it has ended.
My love has left me for training. He left me for death. I wouldn't say that he chose to die, but he chose to fight. It was what he was born doing. I can't stop him from his first love. I only wanted to be his first love… only wanted to be his number one. I just can never amount to the joy he gets from his battles.
I might yell awful things at him. I may make him suffer with my words, but Kami I love him. There's nothing in this world I love more than my Goku. I want to spend every minute of my day beside. I want him to hold me. Love me. I want to make love to him until we sleep, our naked bodies intertwined with each other as we let the sun cover us with warmth. It's too much to ask from my Goku. I could never ask him to give up what he lives for just because I want to be with him.
He often makes me angry. I can't help it. He can't help it. It's the way it has always been, and it'll probably be the way it will always be. He leaves me for weeks, months, and years. No visits. No calls. Nothing. I understand his lack of contact when he's dead… but can't he at least contact me when he's training someone? Is it so much to ask for?
Yes, I do know what they call me. I agree with them. Do I not have reason enough to be whom and what I am? Can they blame me? Loving my family too much… it's what I do. I admit it. I love my sons. I love my husband. I'm happy with what I am, as long as I can see my family I am happy. I'm content. So think of me what you will; but remember I'm just a woman trying to take care of my family. It's all I've ever been… it's all I ever will be.