Ever since Goku had died, Chichi hadn't been the same. Sure, he'd died lots of times before, but he didn't want to come back. Chichi now was tempermental, even more so than before. At first, she took all her frustrations out on Gohan. He could handle it, he was 18, he was strong. But when Gohan moved out to live with Videl, Chichi took it out on Goten who was only 9 at the time.

Today wasn't different from any other day, Chichi was depressed and easily angered. Goten tiptoed around his mother, who sat at the kitchen table, staring off into space. Goten reached the door, but stepped on a creaky part of the floor, startling Chichi out of her stupor. "Goten, where are you going? I hope your not trying to sneak out." She said calmly, tapping her fingers against the table.

"Um, no 'kaasan.. I just wanted fresh air. I want to sit outside." Goten replied, his eyes glued to the floor. "You're lying, Goten. What have I told you about lying to me?" Chichi stared at her son. So much like his father. So much like the bastard that didn't care enough to come back. "I'm telling the truth 'kaasan.. I'm not lying.." Goten sniffled, he knew what was coming next.

"Come here, Goten.." Chichi said softly. Goten didn't move a muscle, his body was perpetually frozen in place. "I said come here!" Chichi growled, standing and pulling Goten by his hair. "I- I- I'm not doing anything 'kaasan.. I wanted fresh air.. that's all.. whatever I did, I'm sorry, please don't hit me anymore.." Goten stammered, fear invading him, coming back for another round of 'fun'.

Chichi ignored the small boy's plea, she raised Goten to look into her eyes. "I can see the lie in your eyes! Don't lie to me!" Goten tried to shake his head, do something to reach his mother, although he knew inside that it was hopeless. Another beating black and blue. Another senzu. Another round again for needing the senzu.

Chichi lifted her hand, and slapped Goten across the face. Too many times to count. It was so rapid, Goten didn't have a chance to shed tears over his burning cheeks. Chichi dropped him to the floor. Goten bit his lip, trying not to let his cries leave his throat. Chichi kicked the nine-year-old viciously in his ribs before coming down to land a punch to his nose. His nose, broken again. This was the second time this week now. It was only Wednesday.

Chichi looked down at her son. Just like his father. Anger boiled up and over the top. "Son-of-a-bitch!" She screamed as she continuously kicked Goten. Goten began to cough, spitting up blood and mucus. This did not go over well with Chichi. In fact, it made her angrier. "Just like your father! So messy! Don't bleed all over the floor! Keep it in!"

Chichi picked up Goten, who currently was bleeding from his nose and mouth. Chichi looked in his eyes, seeing her reflection in the watery, shining depths. Everything about Goten reminded her of her former husband. A carbon copy sent to torture her. Well, she'd rid herself of this plague she called a son. Chichi's eyes slitted as she slammed Goten into the kitchen table, breaking it. She was filled with anger, and with the anger came power.

Goten whimpered, powerless. He didn't train.. he wasn't taught how. Gohan had been too busy, too pressure by Chichi. To train, he had to take a leave of absence from school. School was life, according to Chichi. Chichi rained pain onto Goten's chest and abdomen. Even punched him in his groin. Chichi's anger slowly dissipated, satisfied by the blood on her hands. Goten lay a heap in a corner, after being thrown around like a common rag doll.

Chichi walked to a cabinet and took out a pouch. It should've have senzu in it. Instead it was empty. "Oh too bad Goten. There are no more senzu. I guess you'll have to lay there until you heal.." Chichi smiled. Goten winced. I wish I could talk to Trunks.. he always would listen to me.. Bulma-san needs to bring him over more.. Goten thought. His vision was unfocused and his head spun. Even if I couldn't talk to Trunks, 'niichan would've listened as well..

Blissful unconsciousness approached rapidly. "I need someone..someone to love me.." were the whispered words of the battered and abused demi-Saiyajin.