AN: Hey, it's me again with the new updated version of Goten, now called Mizaru Kikazaru Iwazaru. If you'd like an explanation of the title, please ask. Anyway, I've been madly writing this story since I came up with a plot and there are still a whole bunch of bugs for me to work out so it could be a while between chapters. Anyway, enjoy the update, I'll try to get some new chapters out soon.
T.K.
The birds chirped happily outside as Chi chi dumped a steaming pile of scrambled eggs on a plate and set on the table. A glass of OJ, a pile of toast, and some bacon also adorned the well-built table; easily enough food to feed a young sayin's appetite. Chi chi piled the dishes in the sink and turned the water on while squirting some dish soap in the sink. As the water level rose, she waited for her little one to come racing into the kitchen at the smell of food. When he didn't come racing down, Chi chi turned the water off and stepped over to the stairs yelling, "Goten, breakfast!"
When he didn't come racing down the stairs, Chi chi knew something was wrong. He hadn't played that hard at Trunks' house the other day. She pulled off her apron, and threw it over the railing as she marched up the stairs. When she came to Goten's room she opened the door and looked inside. The room was its usual mess with clothes strewn here and there and random toys and prank supplies spread across the floor. Pictures were strewn sideways on the walls and the ceiling fan, which they had recently learned couldn't hold the weight of a six and seven-year-old, hung haphazardly from the ceiling by a few wires. Backed up against the far wall was a little twin bed, also strewn with toys. Sleeping sprawled out on his bed, somehow avoiding the toys, was Goten, deep in the sleep that only young children could manage. Sunlight shown in through the only window, spilling over him and him alone, like something out of the Lion King. It made him seem so much more innocent than the little troublemaker he usually was. Chi chi managed to maneuver her way over to push an unruly strand of hair out of his face while she stared at her little boy, thinking of how fast he'd had to grow up. Majin Buu had taken a fair bit of his childhood away. Often Chi chi would have done anything to let those years of horror drift away to be replaced with peace in Goten's mind. So he would always look as peaceful and innocent as he did then. Reaching down, Chi chi nudged Goten and when he started to stir said, "Goten honey, wake up."
Goten slowly stretched, yawning, before turning over and going back to sleep. Chi chi reached forward and nudged him again. He simply snuggled farther under the covers, not wanting to get up. Chi chi sighed and fell back on her last resort, tickling. Chi chi descended on Goten in a flurry of tickling hands while he came awake and squirmed trying to escape his mother's wrath. He finally gave in opened his mouth to laugh, but as he tried, nothing came out. Chi chi stopped for a moment and watched as Goten calmed down, still silently laughing. It looked almost as though he was laughing too hard to make any sound, he did that sometimes, but Chi chi knew somewhere deep inside that that wasn't it, even before she asked him if he was feeling okay and he couldn't answer. His mouth was moving, but nothing was coming out...
Bulma sat typing away at the computer. She'd been working on her project for hours without rest and it was starting to get to her. She pushed her chair back and raised her arms over her head, stretching. According to the little digital clock on the wall it was 2 in the morning. Way past the reasonable bedtime she'd been planning on. "Well, I should probably try to get some sleep. I can finish this up in the morning." and with that thought she wandered like an overtired zombie up to her room and slipped into her nightgown. Just as she was about to climb into bed she heard a large thump come from Trunks' room. "Kami, What has he done this time?" Bulma asked herself as she ran towards Trunks room. She almost lost her footing as she rounded the corner to Trunks' room and just managed to keep herself from tumbling headlong down the stairs. Low on both energy and patience, Bulma pushed the door open, ready for the inevitable disaster inside. The room was a little cleaner than usual, because Trunks had been over to the Son house all week, but other than that, nothing was out of the ordinary. Bulma walked over to the bed where Trunks was curled up, fast asleep. "Are you blowing things up again?" she asked. When she got no answer she reached down and gently ruffled Trunks' hair. He stirred in response, turning away, and snuggling under the blankets. Bulma picked a quilt up off the floor and spread it over Trunks. He snuggled up to it, uncurling a bit under the new warmth. Bulma kissed Trunks on the head and took one last look around his room before walking back towards her own room.