Here is my first Dragon Ball Z Fan Fiction. I LOVE Chichi and Goku – they are my favorite characters and couple out of DB/DBZ/DBGT.. Thank you so much! to my beta Aizou for going over this story for me! You are the best!
I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS OF DBZ OR THE SHOW.
The room around her was unnaturally silent, dark for this time of day. She slowly opened her eyes to stare at the strange, blacked-out windows that were blocking the sunlight from entering the already gloomy space. A steady dripping drummed out a rhythm somewhere in front of her; slowly, she made her way to the window, curiosity getting the better of her as she extended her hand, ready to touch the covering that took away the ever bright and cheerful light. As she made contact with the dark substance, she gasped, pulling her hand back as if burned by fire itself.
Her eyes, now wide and fearful, stared at her hands, which had come away crimson – whatever was on the window was wet and slimy. As her brain tried to make sense of things, the windows burst open, air rushing into the room, bringing with it the smell of rotted flesh and blood that filled her nostrils and brought up bile into the young woman's throat. Her pupils constricted, making her gaze seem vacant as light made its way into the room and eliminated the treatments that once blocked its glory.
Bodies… The new-found light revealed the skin of those she loved, hanging like sheets in front of her. Backing away and shaking uncontrollably, she turned around, only to scream in horror as she saw what lay on her bed – the very bed she had just awoken from. Somehow, inexplicably, her own corpse lay there, unmoving. Looking down at herself, she registered with horror the blood that encrusted her once sun-kissed skin. Onyx eyes took in the room as she shook her head hysterically, wanting nothing more than to run and distance herself from the carnage that lined the room.
"It's only a dream," she whispered, closing her eyes tightly as she brought her hands up to her face, trying to push away the smell and visions that were enforced upon her. "I need to wake up!" she cried. "Wake up!" She hit her head repeatedly, as if she could physically knock out that which tormented her. "Wake up!"
"WAKE UP!" she screamed, opening her eyes as she bolted up from her horizontal position on the couch, familiar faces staring at her in pure, unmoving apprehension. "It was just a dream," she whimpered, bringing her knees to her chest. She laid her head on her arms, ignoring the many tears that ran down her face and her soft whimpers echoed throughout the small home.
"Chichi," Goku whispered, his hand lying on her shoulder. He wanted nothing more than for her to talk to him, to explain to him what was happening to her – but sadly she stayed in her position, neither moving nor speaking; only could the sounds of her soft cries be heard.
They waited patiently until Chichi was ready to speak. After handing her a hot cup of tea, Bulma took a seat next to her friend, rubbing her back ever so gently as Goku sat on the other side of her. "It was so real," Chichi whispered. "They all felt so real."
"I don't understand… Why is this mysterious guy targeting you?" Krillin asked as he sat across from Goku. Yamcha, Piccolo and Vegeta surrounded them.
"You don't think he's targeting Chichi to get to Goku, do ya?" Yamcha asked, looking to his comrades for an answer.
"That would make sense," Piccolo answered, his arms crossed firmly over his chest. "To go after Son's wife would be an easy way to grab his attention."
"More like a stupid way," Gohan growled in irritation.
Vegeta remained silent, as did Goku as they both studied Chichi's features and mannerisms. Her hands tightened around her cup, a look of worry and confusion present in her eyes. "It will not do you any good to hide whatever information you have, woman." Everyone's eyes instantly focused on the prince of the Saiyan race. "You know who this man is, do you not?" He stared at Chichi intently, his temper beginning to flare when she did not answer or make eye contact with him. "ANSWER ME!"
"OKAY!" she screamed, her eyes staring into his sinister and heated orbs. "Okay," she whispered, taking a deep breath as she held on to her cup for support. "His name is Shuji Nobuyuki. We met when I was ten– two years before I met Goku, Yamcha and Bulma. Being both a princess and the daughter of a man that instilled fear in the hearts of most made it hard for me to make any friends. One afternoon, I wandered off into a nearby forest. The trees were enormous; I have never felt smaller in my life than I did under those looming monsters. I knew I shouldn't have continued: father always told me that I wasn't allowed anywhere near the forest... But… I couldn't help myself." She took a breath. "After what seemed like hours, I arrived at this beautiful clearing…"
The sun was as bright as her smile as the small princess giggled with excitement; dozens upon dozens of flowers filled the open area. Running out, she twirled, her long white dress dancing around her as her dark hair playfully moved in time with her motions. Stopping, she knelt down, taking in the sweet smell that tantalized her senses. "I've never seen so many flowers," she whispered, as she watched a cluster of colorful butterflies flutter about her. She giggled as one landed on her shoulder, as if it were greeting the child. "Why, hello to you too!" she laughed, as she stood, dancing around the field.
After a few moments she stopped her twirling; something had caught her eye. "What is that?" she whispered, squinting. It wasn't a rock, nor was it part of the flower field. Being the curious ten-year-old she was, she made her way towards the out of place object, only to find herself face-to-body with an unconscious child. "Oh, my!" she gasped, kneeling beside him. "What happened to you?" she whispered pushing aside his long hair so that she could see his face.
"So pretty," she whispered. His skin was the color of pearls, so much so that it glistened in the sunlight. His hair, which was just as long as hers, fell to the middle of his back, a beautiful lavender color. The clothes he wore fit him as if part of his skin, differentiating into colors of emerald, sapphire and gold. As she moved his soft locks from his child-like face, she gasped. "Oh no, he's hurt!" Turning to her small bag, she pulled out a bottle of water. "I need a cloth," she muttered to herself in frustration as she looked around frantically. Then, thoughtfully, her gaze fixated on her beautiful silk white gown. Without any further deliberation, the young princess ripped the bottom part of her gown and soaked it with water. The silk stained with a pinkish tinge as she gently cleaned the cut. "Better," she whispered.
Feeling the cold liquid, large, crystal-blue eyes opened, staring intently at the beautiful girl before him. "Who are you?" he asked confusedly.
Hearing his voice, Chichi pulled her hand away, startled. "You're awake," she stated somewhat stupidly. Then, her senses kicking in – "Are you okay? I found you here, in this field, hurt…"
Slowly sitting up, the young boy looked around, still confused as his hand reached up to touch the still bleeding cut. He hissed in pain as his hand made contact and he looked up in surprise as Chichi giggled, pressing the cloth back onto his forehead. "You shouldn't touch it." He blushed, staring at her as she ripped more of her dress, wrapping its cool material around his head. "There," she whispered, "much better." Putting away her water bottle, she smiled brightly at the young boy. "My name's Chichi. What's yours?"
There was something about this young girl that made his heart stop. "Shuji Nobuyuki," he answered, taking her hand and shaking it. "Thank you, Chichi… You saved my life."
The raven haired girl only shook her head. "It was nothing – I couldn't just leave you here!" she smiled.
"There must be something I can do for you – anything to repay you for your kindness!" He stared at her, taking in her features. It was then that he noticed the state of her dress. "You ruined your nice dress to help me?"
Chichi shrugged, standing. "It's only a dress; Papa can always get me another."
Nobuyuki watched the girl before him as she twirled around in circles, her melodic laugh dancing around him, soothing him. Standing as well, he shook his head. "No, I must repay you for your kindness, Chichi – it would only be right."
The young princess stopped spinning. "All right, then… If you insist…" She thought for a moment. Nobuyuki couldn't help the chuckle that emitted from his own lips as he watched her pink tongue dart out the side of mouth, her eyes cast skyward as she stood in deep contemplation. After a few moments, she snapped her fingers, that cheerful, heart-stopping smile even brighter than it had been before. "I've got it!" she cheered, jumping over to the lavender-haired boy. "You can be my friend!"
"Friend?" he questioned, now quite baffled.
"Yes," she nodded vigorously. "I don't have any from where I'm from… Everyone keeps their distance, so it can get pretty lonely sometimes…"
Nobuyuki frowned as the young girl before him lost the large smile, and replaced it with a frown. "I'll be your friend," he answered, causing Chichi to look at him with wide eyes.
"Really?" she asked, each syllable laced with hope.
Nobuyuki nodded, a smile gracing his lips. "Really."
"CHICHI!"
Turning around at the sound of her name, Chichi groaned. "Man! I have to go; it's Papa."
Nobuyuki stared at her worriedly. "Will I see you again?" he asked eagerly.
Chichi nodded. "Yes, I'll meet you here tomorrow!" Hugging her new friend, she turned and sprinted off, hoping her father would not scold her too badly. However, her worries were nothing next to the joy she felt now that she'd finally found a real friend. As promised, the two met in the magical field of flowers every day for the next two years.
"I told my father about Nobuyuki – though I believe he thought of him as more of an imaginary friend than a real one!" Chichi giggled at the memory. "He was everything I could have ever asked for… Until one day…"
Chichi ran past the familiar trees that led her to her and Nobuyuki's special place, her hands tightly clasped around a bouquet of red roses. She knew that Nobuyuki had never seen a rose before – in fact, the only flower he had ever seen were those that filled the very field they met in – so this, this was to be her special gift to a friend that had been by her side for the past two years.
"Yuki-chan!" the twelve-year-old yelled, waving her hand as she spotted the lavender-haired boy standing just a few feet away.
"Chi-chan," he greeted, kissing her forehead once she made it to him. "What are these?" he asked, staring at the blood-red roses that sat in her small hands. "They're beautiful," he whispered.
Chichi nodded, her own smile growing tenfold. "They're for you."
"Me?" he said breathlessly, taking the bouquet from her hands. "Thank you," was all he could manage, tears careening down his face as he stared at the heartfelt gift. "No one has ever given me anything as lovely… Or as sweet."
"Yuki-chan?" Chichi grabbed his free hand. "What is it? You seem so sad."
Nobuyuki nodded. "That's because I am…" he muttered almost incoherently, taking her hand with his free one. "I'm afraid this will be our last day together."
Chichi's eyes widened. "What? Why?"
Nobuyuki smiled at her outburst. "It's time for me to go home," he answered simply. "My time here has run its course… I must return to my family."
Chichi shook her head, confused. "I don't understand… What does you going home have to do with this being our last day?"
"There are things about me that you still do not know… That I have kept from you," he said carefully. "Chichi… I'm not from this planet." He scrutinized her face as she processed the information.
"Then… Where are you from?" she asked innocently.
"A planet far away from here," he answered.
"Well," she felt moisture gathering rapidly in her eyes. "I don't care if you're an alien…" She paused as Nobuyuki chuckled at the word. "I love you, Yuki-chan; you're my only friend!" Without another sound, she threw herself into his chest and cried.
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