Disclamer : Dragon Ball Z belongs to its rightful creators and owners.
Summary : This child was Son Goku's last gift.
Author's note : English isn't my first language, it's French. If you spot any mistakes or weirdness, please feel free to notify me ! This is also a translation of a drabble I wrote five years ago.
This story is part of the writing month challenge from TheWritter1996: Write a one-shot per day and share it for an entire month. For more challenge, I decided to go one different fandom per day.
The child of joy
Pregnant.
She was pregnant.
The new sounded like a miracle for Chi .
At first, she was scared. She was a widow, unemployed, with a son to raise. But that anxiety quickly passed. She wasn't without money, Son Goku had left some. And above all, she knew she wasn't alone. She had a son, a father, friends, who would not abandon her.
Son Goku was dead, yet she was carrying his child. Somehow, it was as if he got reincarnated in her.
"No." She corrected herself "He isn't Son Goku. He's his baby. He'll be unhappy if I compare him too much to his father. I must love him for who he is and not as some kind of his father's replica."
Chi-Chi felt sad at the idea that Son Goku would never see their second child, that baby they had yearned for. But she was convinced his spirit was watching over them all. Before he left, her husband had left her one last gift, one last token of love, a reason to be happy and cheerful.
This unborn child was a child of joy and not of tragedy.
The End