Gift From God

A stroke of luck or a gift from god?

Hand of fate or devil's claws?

From below or saints above

You came to me

"We need to talk."

He sighed and sat back in his chair, "So we do."

"You don't seem surprised."

"The moment I saw him I knew this would happen."

"So why did you ask me to move with you?"

A sigh, "Because I thought you had enough sense to realize he'd come waltzing back one day, promising things he can't give, and hurting you all the more."

"It's… odd. In his own way, he has given me everything he can offer."

Scoff, "And what has that joke given you? I thought you were better than this. How can you just jump in his arms after he left you for nearly a decade?"

"How did you know about that?"

"I know everything about him, Chichi. I know he's a Saiya-Jin, I know he's left you countless times over the years, I know the whole sad story."

"Then why didn't you tell me?" Annoyance dragged in her voice.

"And what if I had? Was I supposed to just walk up to you and tell you that I knew your husband's life story?"

"How did you know?"

"Gokou hasn't told you? I figured he would. At one time, he was training to defeat two monsters, androids. I was an assassin and he was my target. That's all there was to it. The person calling the shots croaked and there wasn't much of a point in killing him."

She stared at him, how heartless and bitter he sounded. She must have seemed scared, because he chuckled a bit, "It's ancient history, my Dear, and not something I suppose I'm what you would call proud of. Are you suddenly afraid of me? Why are you shaking?"

"Gokou was right…"

Hurt flashed in his eyes, "You really think that?" He asked softly, "You really think my intention was to hurt you? To get straight to him through you?"

"I don't know anymore." Her voice was a hoarse whisper.

"Then perhaps you should note that my sister had a sudden change in heart too, because of a little kid and a short bald man. Love changes people."

"How can you say you loved me when you kept all this from me?"

"I love you. I never stopped. And you can't just make me go because your ex-husband strolls in and asks you to re-marry him."

"I want a divorce."

"Why?"

"Because I think I was playing tricks on myself, trying to make myself believe I was happy here."

"You were happy. He's the one that's poisoning your mind."

"How can you say that?"

"Everyone walks around acting as if he were a saint. Did I ever leave you in the cold for a second? How many years was he gone, Chichi? How many years was he off with that kid instead of Goten or Gohan or Pan or Trunks or even Bura? How many years was he off in a foreign village, and don't even try to tell me that there's no way in hell that he could've been doing anything with any of the females there."

"Being angry with him for having any relationships with a female there is rather pointless after I remarried, don't you think? Yes, it hurts to even consider it, but I have let it rest and I won't ever ask him. It's not because I fear the answer, it's because it's not my right to ask. I gave up the right to ask when I married you."

"You act like its such a horrible thing that we got together. He's let you go in favor of other things and people before, and he'll do it again. I can't just let you go back into that, not as long as I care about you the way I do."

"I care about you too, but this is my risk. I'm sorry, Juu… I love Gokou. I think a part of me has never stopped, even if I tried not to listen to it."

"Sometimes love isn't enough."

"In this scenario, it is."

"How can a few days with him just erase all of the times we've had? How can you just throw me to the side for a relationship that is bound to die in the end?"

"It hasn't erased anything, it-"

"No, wait, don't even finish. You're expecting you can just wave goodbye to me as I finish packing and walk out the door with him at your arm? You're basically saying I was the rebound guy and now that the real thing is back, 'Sorry, but no thanks', is all I get. 'It's been fun, but go.'"

"You say it like I intentionally did this to hurt you."

"And you expect me to take it with a happy heart?"

"No… but…"

"I won't let you tell me to go, just so that you can go run to that fool!"

"Don't you think it's my choice?"

"Exactly what have I ever done to you that was so horrible that you need to leave me?"

"Nothing… It's not you, Juu… It's me. Why would you want to stay with me if you knew my true emotions belonged to someone else?"

Juunana let out a breath. Chichi closed her eyes with pain in her heart and she heard Juunana's steps as he walked across the house in a silent fury, throwing things that belonged to him in bags. He didn't break anything that wasn't his, and she knew he wouldn't take a threatening step towards her, but she looked down and sighed to herself, 'Why did it have to end this way?'

Like the winter, her heart was sad, cold, and buried deep within mountains of snow. Juunana seemed to have only been able to chip away some of the ice and bring out a few smiles, but there was so much more to melt, it seemed.

Like time, she was old and wise and understood things had a way of happening and there was no final heartbreak and there was no ultimate happiness.

Like the night held many secrets, so did the house she stood in while her first husband walked through the doors and hugged her gently. He looked sad when she shrugged him off to look towards a soft cough coming from the opposite side of the room. Her second husband glared icily for a moment and then she could've sworn he looked sad, but he disappeared into the black blanket insured by the lush forest.

There was a very melancholy feeling in the house and the only one that seemed content was her husband, but she could not feel moral and let him hold her She had made a choice and at least that part was over.

She was not sure if she'd made the right one.

It was almost poetic the way that the light seemed to melt from the rooms until it was as dark in the house as it was outside of it.

Finally, her husband asked her the question she'd been waiting for him to ask.

"When can we get married again?"

Gradually, he let his arms shift around her small body, and she rested her chin against what she'd assumed was a muscle, "When the divorce is final."

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