Chapter Seven
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball or Dragonball Z.
Chichi sat alone on the cement curb, the rough surface tearing the bottom of her white and red summer dress. The tears she was crying gently rolled down her cheeks onto her manicured hands.
"Uhhh, Why, just why…" Her shoulders shook as more sobs came. She was not aware of the midday rush as people walked passed her without so much as a second glance, cars drove pass oblivious to her heartbroken pain. She sat on the cold curb ignorant of everything but her sadness when a deep voice came from above her.
"Miss, are you alright," asked the voice "can I do anything?" she quickly wiped her eyes and looked up.
"No, please don't …I'm fine … really," She said finally seeing the face, "Freeza…Freeza Cold…." She whispered.
"Yes, you know my name…didn't I see you earlier today, maybe?" The white haired man asked, his gray eyes trapping hers. His cold eyes set atop high cheekbones and his lips curved into a smile.
"Ummm, yes I was with my friend Bulma….Bulma Briefs."
"Yes, I know her, well I should say I know her boyfriend Yamcha. I own the team, You know the West City Wolves." He said taking a seat next to her. His black dress pants gathering a bit of dust and he rolled his purple shirt sleeves up to his elbows.
"Yes, they're a very interesting couple…so you own the team and your own Dojo?" Chichi asked, noticing that his forearms were a tiny bit less muscled than Gokus' were.
"Yes, are you a member?" He steely eyes tightening his hold on hers.
"No, but I heard about it from Bulma, I think" Chichi answered, failing to escape his gaze.
"Oh," Freeza said narrowing his eyes a bit, "So, why are you crying?"
Chichi stared at him her mind telling her not to say, eyes like a snake, "well, I was ….ummm. You probably don't care…."
"Of course I do, a pretty thing like you? Can't you tell me…maybe I could fix it?" He said taking her tearstained hand in his. Chichi shivered involuntarily.
"No..I don't think…" his hand squeezed hers a little tighter, "Well, its…a man he…he left a long time ago…its complicated."
"Well, at least let me hail you a cab, not one as pretty as yourself should be sitting alone on a curb." Freeza stood up and Chichi did the same. Silently she stood next to him. Her instincts told her to
run but somehow she was unable. So, stiff as a board she stood while he hailed a cab, finally one pulled over. Freeza grabbed her arm pulled her closer to him, "What's your address?"
"I'll tell the cab driver myself, thank you for the help. Really…so…goodbye" She said and ducked into the cab shutting the door quickly.
"13th street, the Frying Pan Apartment complex, please. She said to the cabbie." She said before noticing that the cab's windows were rolled down. She stared out her open window at the chilling man on the sidewalk. He said nothing but gave a discomforting smile. The yellow taxi pulled out into the noon traffic.
Across town, down a few crowded streets and through a park was the Orange Star Middle School. Gohan Mao sat in his desk, quietly writing down math equations. He was so absorbed in the algebraic calculations that he didn't notice the bell releasing the student body from class.
"Gohan….Gohan, you can leave now," said a tall imposing man, with hard green eyes, "schools out and we all would like to get home, but I do appreciate your studiousness."
"Oh, jeez…sorry…again," He glanced downward, "I just really like this stuff ya know, Mr. Piccolo sir."
"Yes, sadly not all the students have your zeal for the subject." He said as the huge man walked back to his desk. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Goodbye sir." Gohan said as he raced out of the room hoping he didn't miss the bus. He ran down the off-white hall and out the large double doors that led to the bus pick-up. He could see the last bus exiting onto the highway.
"Mom's so going to kill me," he said to himself as he walked back into school to call his mother, ready for the tongue lashing he was going to receive.
"Hey, Gohan…do you need a ride?" Asked a high-pitched voice.
"Huh," seeing the dark brown hair and blue eyes of his classmate, "Uh, yeah Videl I do, could you give one …please, if you're not busy or anything…."
"No problem, Jeeves here'll take me wherever, get in" Videl said from the black SUV.
Gohan blushed as he walked over to the SUV and climb up on the leather seats.
"Thanks…really…thanks." He said staring at the floor of the vehicle.
They rode silently, only the hum of road passing beneath them interrupted the silence. The chauffeur turned on the radio.
"So…where do you live Gohan…" Videl asked.
"Umm, Frying Pan complex… on 13th street…" He answered.
"Oh, I know where that is…so is it nice…?"
"Yeah, It's a really nice place and its only a couple blocks from Kame Dojo so I can walk there."
"Oh, you go to Kame Dojo? Have you met the Master Roshi? I heard he's pretty creepy but powerful…"
"No, I saw him once…he's pretty much off having all kinds of fun from what the instructors say. Goku Son is the most involved now, I haven't met him but I saw him fight once it was awesome…" Gohan said, eyes shining.
"Yeah, I think so too. Isn't he suppose to fight Cooler…you know The Big Freeze. That fight should be amazing… I hope I can go see it. I think my dad is buying tickets."
"Wow, I might be able to get my mom too. But she's not really into fighting I don't think…"
"I bet my dad could get you a ticket. If you want …you don't have to come with me …" Videl said, looking at Gohan.
"That would be great…I would love to go out with you…I mean …you know…" His entire face flushed deep red.
"I know what you mean…"
"Miss, Sir… we have arrived at the apartment complex." The chauffeur said.
"Oh, thanks…well see you soon, Gohan…I'll talk to my dad about the tickets." Videl said as Gohan got out of the SUV.
" Yeah…thanks for the ride."Gohan said as he walked into the lobby of the apartments. His smile stretched from ear to ear as he walked passed the fake plants and colored rugs that decorated the lobby and into the cement block stairwell. He walked up the flights of stairs holding the textbooks that he didn't have time to put away and when he got to the apartment he opened the door with his key. He heard sobbing.
"Mom, are you Ok?!" Gohan said as he pushed the door open and through his books on the floor and ran to find her.
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