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Two chapters in less than a day of each other?! I'm on a roll!

Just so all of you know...I wrote this in eight hours today, and I actually really like this chapter. I apologize that it's soooo sad though. xD

I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, and let me know what you're thinking! Information about future stories will be at the end!

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Two weeks passed agonizingly slow for each family member and friend that knew Goku Son, as their hearts slowly cracked for their friend's predicament, and unfortunate loss of Chi-Chi's memories.

Vegeta dropped his backpack beside Goku's tableside, before plopping down onto a stool, arms crossed. A deep frown tugged his lips at the sight of his close companion.

Luckily for the clown, his shoulder was no longer confined within a sling; instead, it was wrapped tightly in gauze, strapped along with the white material around his broad chest. Blood still seeped through the pure fabric, although, nowhere near as badly as two weeks beforehand.

Goku's right forearm was still connected to an IV, his body greedily sucking in the fluids in order to replenish itself. His cracked lips were no longer covered by an oxygen mask, instead, his nostrils were plugged with two, small rubber plugs connected to a tube leading toward an oxygen tank.

"Hn. Artificial air," Vegeta muttered, shaking his head in disdain at Goku's physical appearance. "What an idiot. Can't even prevent himself from protecting a girl who doesn't like him as much as he does her."

The younger boy's, tall, muscular body was losing its dark tan, being replaced by a hint of pale white. His hair was thicker than ever, yet, it had dulled increasingly; providing proof that he was no longer bathing daily.

"I've had to assist your parents with your chores," the famous Ouji scoffed, rolling his dark orbs. "I have better things to do with my time, so you need to wake the fuck up, and allow me to berate and lecture you about how not to save your stupid passenger's life."

A heavy sigh escaped the boy's lips, and he ran a hand through his thick locks, brow furrowing. "The team is upset that their quarterback is gone. Perhaps you will be able to play the last few games of the season if you're careful. Oh wait," Vegeta dead panned, a scowl carving into his features. "You're in a fucking coma."

At this point, Vegeta thought he would give anything to hear one of Goku's stupid comments. Or to see his goofy grin when he thinks he has done something funny. Pehaps even the naive, innocent look he would give when his feelings were hurt by one of the flame-haired boy's snide comments.

Vegeta growled slightly, his fingers curling into fists. "I've come into this hell hole almost every single day, and you're still a useless pile of shit!" Vegeta snapped before standing from his seat, shaking his head. "You better wake up soon, or I'll just kill you for being useless."

The conscious teen swiped his heavy bag off the floor, before he slung it onto one shoulder. Not bothering to glance at Goku once more, Vegeta hopped off the cushioned stool, and started making his way to the door.

However, before his "royal highness" could leave the room, a moan emitted from its lurks. Vegeta whipped around, dropping his bag to the floor. "Kakarot?"

Another moan in response.

"Shit," Vegeta cursed as he grabbed the door handle, sticking his head out the door. "I need a nurse or doctor!" Vegeta snapped, an impassive expression on his hard features despite a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. "Kakarot is stirring awake!"

A nearby nurse placed down her clipboard before pressing a small button on the remote that was attached to her hip, as she made her way into the room. "The rest of us are on our way, sir!"

About twenty or so minutes later, after being casted out of the room, and having a slight temper tantrum, Vegeta was invited back into Goku's room.

Goku's conscious appearance was almost as bad as his unconscious. The unruly-haired boy's demeanor was ragged and weary. His usual, good posture was slumped and crooked, and his shoulders sagged with exhaustion. His swampy eyes held a friendly gleam, yet, they were slightly covered by his greasy, drooping eyelids.

"Ah, welcome in Vegeta," Trovelt greeted as Vegeta sat down onto the stool once more.

Vegeta scowled in reply.

The doctor sighed, shaking his head slightly as he jotted down notes. "Well, Kakarot, this indeed is a surprise that you are awake. I almost feared that you wouldn't wake up at all," Trovelt said, clicking his pen back into place. "However, we will need you to stay awake for a few hours, just as a precaution. In that meantime, I am sure many of your family members will be delighted to see you. Many of them are on their way as we speak."

Goku numbly nodded in reply. "Thank-you," he replied, his voice hoarse from the lack of using his vocal cords, "and please call me Goku."

"Alright, Goku. I will be back to check on you soon," Trovelt stated with a final nod, before exiting the room for his next patient.

"It's about damned time," Vegeta snapped with a huff, crossing his arms over his chest. "I was contemplating on the easiest way to skin you alive."

"Probably with a knife," Goku grinned, a dry chuckle escaping his lips. He winced slightly, and a grimace of pain flickered across his face.

Vegeta rolled his eyes, but, a smirk found its way onto his face. "You're a buffoon."

"Yeah, yeah," Goku lifted his right hand to wave off his friend's snide comment, but he jolted when he saw the IV in his arm. "There's a needle in my arm?!" he screeched, his chest rising and falling quickly with panic. He placed his arm at his side and squeezed his eyes shut. "I did not see that, I did not see that…"

A snort escaped his friend. "Are you serious? You're afraid of needles still? Bah, hopeless," Vegeta shook his head in disgust before chuckling darkly. "At least it livened you up more."

Goku's eyes opened slightly, squinting at Vegeta with pursed lips. "Pffft. C'mon! I'm always lively!" Goku allowed his cheeks to lift up into a grin. "Now, update me on what's going on."

Shit. Vegeta thought with an inward sigh. How do you tell someone that the person they saved doesn't remember them? Well, in most cases, you do not, he figured. But, in this case, he did.

"Well, the short-version is that our team has been playing like shit, but we're miraculously winning somehow. I think the motivation of all of the idiots is to make you proud. And school has been just fantastic," Vegeta stated, sarcasm dripping off of each word like venom.

Goku's eyes narrowed slightly, a frown tugging his lips. "You know that's what I don't want to know," he whispered quietly.

Vegeta closed his eyes, a heavy sigh escaping his mouth as his shoulders slumped. "Kakarot," he began slowly, reopening his eyes to meet Goku's. "Chi-Chi...she…" another sigh escaped him before he muttered a quick 'fuck it,' and continued. "Your harpy got amnesia."

The words quickly registered into Goku's mind, and his eyes widened a fraction. His heart pounded fiercely against his ribcage, threatening to leap out and break. The slight color that was restored to his face when he awoke, immediately drained away. His jaw slacked, and his breathing became heavy, shallow.

Goku's fingers curled into his white sheets, trembling slightly. A large, dry lump formed in his throat, weighing down his vocal cords. However, despite the pain he felt, he managed to hoarsely whispered, "How much did she forget?"

"Everything."

The unruly-haired boy's heart was punctured by that one word, creating a large crack that began to leak his feelings. His eyes snapped shut, and he rested his head gently against the headboard of his bed.

Tears stung his closed eyelids, threatening to dance upon his cheeks.

He refused to allow them to fall.

Just when he reopened his eyes, blinking repeatedly to remove the glaze covering them, his hospital door bursted open.

"My baby!" Gine exclaimed, being the first one to rush over to Goku with a broad smile. Multiple others piled into the room: Radditz, Bardock, Bulma, Eighteen, and Krillin.

"Wow you guys," Goku forced a cheery voice to cover his pain, a smile making its way to his lips. "Is this a party or som'in?"

The group laughed, and despite herself, Gine look at Vegeta, her eyes questioning.

He gave her a swift nod to confirm what she already knew.

Goku knew about Chi-Chi.

"Well, everything's looking good, Chi-Chi," Doctor Trovelt commented, taking his black rimmed glasses. "I think just one more check-up, and you're free to go."

Chi-Chi nodded, a small smile on her lips. "Thank you, Doctor Trovelt," she stated graciously with a nod, sliding off the plastic covered bed she sat upon. "I'm grateful for all that you have done the past two weeks."

"It's what I do," he nodded, standing from his stool, holding a hand out for her to shake. "Just, one more question, Chi-Chi."

"Yes?" she asked with a quirked brow, reaching her hand to connect with his. They shook for a few seconds before she kindly retracted her hand.

"How's school? Have you continued talking to your friends?"

Chi-Chi's smile faltered, and she crossed her arms over her chest. The only person she had been slightly interacting with was Bulma. And, she only saw her during cheerleading practice. Truth be told, Chi-Chi had kept herself distant from the people she was once close to, because she felt as if it was her fault for not remembering them.

"No," she quietly replied, casting her gaze to her shoes.

"Ah, well, one word of advice then," the older man began, causing Chi-Chi to glimpse up at him through her thick lashes. "You should be around the people you were once associated with. For one, because they were your friends, and likely for a good reason. Two, perhaps you will remember a thing or two."

Chi-Chi nodded slightly. "I'll keep that in mind, thank-you." she smiled, although it did not reach her eyes. She gave the doctor a final wave before exiting the room, and making her way to the elevator.

What was she going to do? Chi-Chi figured she had already made such an effort to avoid the whole group, she may as well been completely isolated from everything.

She did not know who she had become.

In fact, at this point, she did not know who she was.

A sniffle escaped her, and she rubbed at her eyes furiously. Why did she have to forget? Why was it so hard to remember?

She yelped slightly as she connected with another body, immediately snapping her out of her daze. "Oh! I'm so sor-" she paused mid-sentence, a gasp escaping her lips.

Gine.

"I'm sorry," Chi-Chi blubbered, pulling away from the older woman who lifted her brows in concern.

"Hi, Chi-Chi," she gave the girl a small, kind smile. "How have you been?"

"Erm..I've been doing alright. How about Goku?"

Gine's mood lightened, and her smile grew larger. "He woke up about an hour ago."

Chi-Chi's face drained of color. "Oh."

"Would you like to see him?"

"What?! Oh, um," Chi-Chi shook slightly, folding her arms over her chest to disguise her nervousness. She chewed her bottom lip for a few moments, avoiding the older woman's gaze. "I…"

"I would really appreciate it, Chi-Chi," Gine stated softly, gently resting a hand on the younger girl's shoulder, causing her to look up. "Goku knows...but, he needs some solace. You don't have to talk for long, just enough to...give him peace."

Chi-Chi released her lower lip with a sigh before reluctantly nodding. "Alright," she whispered, "I can do that."

"Kakarot?" Gine walked into the room, shielding Chi-Chi behind her. "Someone's here to see you."

The room's chatter immediately came to a halt once Chi-Chi was brought into sight, and everyone looked at her.

Chi-Chi's brows furrowed, a small crease forming between them as she chewed her lip. She glanced at the ground, wanting to remove everyone's attention from her. She knotted her fingers together, clearly uncomfortable with all of the unrecognizable, yet, seemingly familiar faces in the room.

Goku's heart stopped beating momentarily, his throat tightening.

"Uh, everyone, how about we go and order some take out and chat in the waiting room?" Gine questioned quietly with a small laugh, attempting to lift the crackling tension.

"Sounds good to me," Bardock muttered with a shrug, leaving the room.

It took a few seconds, but everyone was snapped out of their transfixed stare on Chi-Chi, and they filed out of the room. When the door finally 'clicked' into place, Chi-Chi kept her eyes glued to the floor. Although, she did walk over to the stool beside Goku's bed and sat onto it.

She could feel his intense, sorrowful gaze drilling a hole into her head, making her twiddle her thumbs. After a few moments of silence, she dared to glance up at her saviour, her breath caught in her windpipe as she met his leveled gaze.

"Hey," he whispered quietly, causing a shiver to roll down her spine.

"Hi," she squeaked back, glancing back down at her locked fingers.

"How are you?"

"I'm okay. How about you?"

"Tired," he sighed, a frown tugging his lips as another wave of awkward silence befell them.

The back of her throat burned, a question prodded her mind. She glimpsed at him. "Why did you do it?"

Goku raised a brow, a pout replacing his frown. "Because I wanted to protect you," he replied, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

"Protect me?" she echoed, wetting her bottom lip slightly as she met his gaze once more.

"I wanted you safe, because I fell for you."

"Oh," she replied softly, returning her gaze to the floor once more. Did she feel that way about him, too?

Goku's jaw flexed in frustration. What happened to his Chi-Chi? Even before he had gotten to know her months before, she was not this timid. "Would you mind getting me a cup of water?" he whispered tiredly, voice crackling.

"Uh, sure," she nodded, standing from the stool, walking across the room to a counter. Her petite hand wrapped around the handle of a tan colored, plastic pitcher, and she poured the cool water into a small plastic cup. She placed the pitcher atop the counter, turning away from it with the cup in her hand.

A small sigh of relief escaped her lips as she was met with Goku's closed eyes.

He had fallen asleep.

Or so, she thought.

Walking back over to the stool, she sat down quietly, placing his cup on his tableside. She watched the rise and fall of his wrapped chest intently, a frown tugging her lips. She scooped all of her hair, and threw it over one shoulder with a sigh.

If he was asleep, she may as well spill her guts now.

"I don't understand why you saved me," she whispered quietly, shaking her head with a sad laugh. "I mean, maybe I would if I could remember."

Another anguished sigh.

"I wish I could…" she stated gently, biting her lower lip as she watched his relaxed face. "But, I can't."

She placed a petite hand atop one of his, squeezing it slightly. "And because of that, I...I can't be with you," she choked out, pulling her hand away. "I don't remember anything...I don't even know who I am anymore."

A dry laugh escaped her lips, tears sliding down her cheeks. "I can't even say that I loved you, because I don't know. All I know, is that you saved my life, and I will be forever grateful," she choked out through a sob, her body trembling violently. "Kami, words can't express how grateful I am.

"But, you don't deserve me. I understand that's not my choice, but, I don't want to be near you, or anyone else because it just reminds me of what I've lost."

A sniffle escaped her, along with a few more painstakingly silent sobs.

"So, I'm letting you guys go," she stated, her voice wavering. "I'm letting you go. I'll still hang out with Bulma maybe, but I don't want to see you around because you don't deserve that pain...I don't deserve it."

Chi-Chi stood, the stool scraping against the ground beneath her. She took a step forward, hovering directly over him. She leaned down, pressing her soft lips against the stubble of his cheek.

She lingered for a few moments, her tears transferring to his skin before pulling away.

"Goodbye, Goku."

And then, she was gone.

Once the door 'clicked' and confirmed that she was gone, Goku opened his eyes.

His throat burned, and his heart constricted in his chest as he released a string of curses. His breathing was erratic, and he snapped his eyes shut, wanting to block out the pain.

"Please, please," he begged silently to no one in particular, but rather, it was a form of comfort for himself. His cheek still tingled from her touch, and his hand was on fire.

A tear trickled down the side of his face, and, slowly, a quiet keening noise erupted from his chest.

Nothing could possibly bring him away from this damnation of agony that was tearing his heart to shreds.

Nothing.

So, my lovely readers, I have decided to throw out some ideas for you.

I am considering to write a B/V, it would be an AU, with a DEFINITE edgy feel to it. I've written out some ideas for it, and I think it'd be great!

I'm also considering another G/CC story - a request that was made a few years ago when I just begun writing. I think I can make it work.

And finally, I have a HUGE collaborative story that I am creating with my best friend. We have made it through three chapters, and currently have over 20,000 words. We are VERY busy, but also VERY determined to hand it out to all of you. We are pretty sure that it will be name Before We Fall so, be on the lookout!

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Until next time!

DoV xx