Author Notes: There is GoChi smut (ahem, Kakarot, cough cough); if you don't want to read that part, it's only in the first section, but I wouldn't suggest skipping the whole first part; maybe just until you get the vibe; I have been told my smut writing isn't really that explicit but idk... that's the best I could do this time, sorry; ANYWAY for the rest of you - enjoy?

[Also want to give a shout out to all my reviewers so far! I love you all! Thank you so much! You have no idea how much every comment gets me through the day! I appreciate it so so so much!]

Silhouette

Part 1 - Control

Chapter 12 - Love

Chi-Chi smiled wistfully as she put the finishing touches on a new shirt for her husband. It had all manner of beach items and foods - pineapples, coconuts, towels, inner tubes, snorkels - in the design, scattered about a light blue background. A nice pattern for someone who might visit the beach with the family.

Oh, the dream sat in her mind, though she knew at this stage it was rather pointless. With how things had turned out, Goku probably wouldn't want to go anywhere. Once he did return home, no doubt he would want to stay here. Or maybe he would try to run when he saw her, considering how Gohan had begged her to leave and how Goten had been spending the week at his brother's house.

The family was torn because of the incident where Goku lost control to such a great extent. She knew her husband would want to push them away if he couldn't trust himself. The whole situation felt eerily similar to his reasons for not coming home after Frieza. The boys struggled to trust him, he probably didn't trust himself, but…

But Chi-Chi refused to leave him in his time of need. Whatever he struggled with, she would be there. Whether he hurt her or not, she would stand by him and do all in her power to help him through this difficult time. He'd fought such a thing off before - she believed he could do it again. Especially with her help.

When the front door opened with a creak, Chi-Chi set her latest knitting project off to the side and stood up to see who had entered without knocking. Gohan still had the habit of walking into the house like it was his own, and she didn't mind, really. He could come over unannounced however often he wanted. This would always be home. But she didn't hear Gohan's voice calling for her, and the door closed without anyone's presence making itself known.

She pressed her lips together in a firm line. While it was doubtful to be an intruder - and Chi-Chi could take care of any normal house burglar - she had a feeling her Goku had returned home at last. Even with that assurance in the forefront of her mind, she walked down the hall to the dark entryway with hesitant steps.

Goku and the others had taken longer to gather the dragon balls than she would have expected out of them. Maybe something had gone wrong. Maybe he'd hurt someone else. Or maybe the reason he wasn't coming down the hall to find her and proclaim the problem fixed was because…

Chi-Chi froze when she saw him.

Sitting on the floor with his legs spread before him, Goku had his eyes closed and his head leaning back against the door. His shoulders slumped, but there existed a tension in his frown and twitching eyebrows. Strong fingers clenched tightly into the torn legs of his gi pants, and his breaths came out in quick, short spurts as his chest heaved up and down.

Her husband was in pain, mental, emotional, or otherwise.

Without another thought, Chi-Chi rushed over to him and set her hands on his cheeks, as if she could touch away the tension in his face. "Sweetheart, I'm here."

Goku's eyes flashed open instantly. "Chi-Chi? Oh man, I thought you were with Gohan. I must be really out of it if I didn't even notice you were here."

"Goku," she murmured, searching his shaking eyes for an answer. "What happened?"

He shook his head. "Nothing major. The dragon can't fix this, though. He said it was a natural occurrence and he had no power to change it. Chi-Chi, what about this is natural?"

Oh, the ache in his voice nearly brought tears to her eyes, but she couldn't cry. She had to be strong. For him. He needed her to smile and take this all in with a gentle acceptance.

Her heart ached, though. The pain in her chest and the flutter in her tightening stomach made her true feelings all too known. Hopefully he would be too distracted to notice, just as he apparently hadn't realized she was home.

Running fingers through his hair, Chi-Chi leaned over to land a sweet kiss on his forehead. "I don't know, Goku. I don't have the answer for you. I'm here for you, though."

"Chi-Chi," he frowned, "you shouldn't be here. I told Gohan to-"

She interrupted him with a kiss, feeling his gasp in her mouth, only pulling away when she was certain he would listen. "I'm not leaving, Goku. The boys are together at Gohan's house, and that's fine, but I'm not leaving when you need me."

"Chi-Chi," he whined. "It's not safe. I've already hurt you once. I really don't want to do anything worse."

"Honestly, Goku, it was one time. I'll be fine." She smiled and kissed him again, shifting positions on her knees between his legs. "Don't you worry about me. I'm tough, remember? I can handle you."

He didn't say anything in response, but she could see the truth in his eyes. He didn't believe what she said, and how could he? After what he'd already done, after destroying his relationship with Goten who had always adored his dad, it was no wonder Goku couldn't trust himself anymore. But she did.

She had to.

No matter what anyone else did. No matter if they all lost faith in him. No matter if everyone was too scared to get close to him anymore.

Chi-Chi wouldn't let this come between them. Goku would always be her Goku. Though it was strange and different and confusing and heart-rending to see him like this, she wouldn't let him face it alone. She'd made up her mind and she wouldn't back away.

In the next breath, Goku had his arms around her, pulling her close, burying his face in her chest. "Thanks, Chi. Sometimes I don't know what I'd do without you."

With a soft smile, she ran fingers through his hair, patting down the wild spikes and massaging his head. "You still having those headaches?"

"Mhm," he hummed with a slight nod, clinging even tighter. "You smell nice, Chi."

Unable to help herself, she giggled. "You always say that."

"Oh really? Well, it's true," Goku said, his fingers digging into her back a little too tightly; she frowned but kept playing with his hair. "I really like the way you smell, you know. It makes me want…"

His voice drifted off and she hummed a soft little tune, thinking maybe he had tired himself out. After all, he'd been hunting dragon balls for over a week. She really hadn't expected it to take so long, but she was glad to hear that nothing major had happened regardless.

If he fell asleep right here on the floor, that would be fine with her. She might be able to lift him to the bed or couch, but it wouldn't be troublesome to leave him here with a blanket and pillow either. Knowing Goku, he wouldn't care. Considering how many times she'd been annoyed at him for something and left him sleeping outside for the night, falling asleep on the floor would be nothing to him.

Just when she thought he had fallen asleep for real though, Goku surprised her again. Lifting his face from her chest, he grabbed her arms and pulled her down to smash their lips together. His mouth insisted on attention and she gasped when he bit playfully at her bottom lip before letting his tongue delve between her lips.

Oh. When he'd said the way she smelled made him want something that was what he was talking about. She hadn't expected it since he had appeared so worn out and exhausted from what was going on with him mentally lately. If this was some way for him to relax and forget the troubles he was currently facing, then she had absolutely no problem giving into his unspoken request.

One of his hands ran up her back, squeezing into the strands of her hair at the nape of her neck. She shifted on the ground in front of him, trying to find a more comfortable position. Placing a hand on his shoulder, she balanced herself as he gripped into the ribbons tying her hair up. While the kiss grew more and more heated, her hair came tumbling down and his fingers threaded through the small tangles with less care than usual.

With a groan, she pulled back from their kissing. "Goku, maybe you could stand to be a little less excited."

"Hm?" His eyes glanced lazily up at her. "Why?"

His hands moved to her legs, picking her up and settling her in his lap, practically crushing her against him and squeezing far too tight into her thighs, making her hiss. "Like that. We've barely started and you're already -"

His lips latched onto her neck at her pulse point and she let out a small surprised sound as her eyes fluttered and he sucked on her skin. "Already what?"

A moan escaped from her and she tightened her grip on his shoulders, because he'd let both arms go free and she'd moved them by habit. "Goku…"

Fingers clenched harshly into her legs again and she bit her lip on her complaint. He was trying to get under her cheongsam and to the pants underneath. Way too excited, that's what he was. It couldn't be because he'd been gone for a week since they'd last coupled. No, he had been away for training for much longer periods of time without coming home with this amount of focused insistence.

So what was it? Why was he so...off? Should she even ask? Maybe that would upset him. After all, he couldn't remember everything he did, couldn't control himself completely. He'd be hurt if she spoke to him of this and he didn't know what she was talking about... she'd be a little upset, too.

Instead of facing that, probably better to let his instincts run their course.

"Chi-Chi?" Meeting his eyes gave her a confused raised eyebrow. "Something wrong?"

Swallowing back the truth, she reached up to his cheeks and leaned in to press her forehead to his. "Nothing. It's fine. Just try not to be too rough, okay?"

Goku frowned. "Yeah, I know. Should we move places, too? I know you're not as comfortable on the floor anymore."

With a laugh, she nodded and peeled herself away from him. "Yeah. Let's go to the bedroom."

Once Chi-Chi got to her feet, she adjusted her yellow cheongsam and brushed down the folds and wrinkles. It took a couple steps down the entryway for her to realize Goku wasn't following her. With a hum, she turned around to see what could be keeping him, only to frown at the way his hands dug into his spikes of wild hair.

Probably that headache acting up again. Poor thing. She wanted to run to him after seeing the pain and tension in his body, but he gave a deep breath and stood up before she could convince her feet to move. She caught his encouraging smile, soft and weak as it was, and then turned back around to keep making her way down the hallway.

A stray thought reminded her of the shirt she'd been knitting, but she waved it off. It was safe on the couch. No kids running around to accidentally knock it around or unravel all her hard work, after all. No. It was time to focus on her husband. He needed her to give whatever she could right now, and she was completely willing no matter how rough he got - even if she'd have a hard time concealing any bruises if that did happen.

A hand grabbed her wrist and tugged her back a few steps. Chi-Chi turned to face her smirking husband. Words boiled to the surface only to be stopped at the tip of her tongue when Goku brought her hand up to his mouth.

Without any sort of explanation, he kissed at her sweaty palm and then made her gulp back complaints as his tongue trailed down to the pulse point at her wrist. Soft and gentle caresses stunned her into quiet submission as he kissed and lightly nibbled along her wrist, moving back up her hand slowly until he popped one of her fingers in his mouth and caught her gaze with half lidded eyes.

She swallowed something in her throat at the tender ministrations, only able to murmur his name. "Goku…"

As she slowly pulled her hand away, Goku's arms wrapped around her and without a word of explanation, the fire in his eyes being her only other clue, he leaned down to smash his lips onto hers. Forcing her mouth open with a moan, he slid his tongue in and brought heat building up her body with his sudden, almost ravenous attack of a kiss. Chi-Chi shuddered as an ache pooled below her stomach and she shut her eyes to give in further to every touch Goku landed on her, from the squeeze of her ass to the fingers sliding up her back to the massaging motion at the back of her neck under her loose dark hair.

When the sound of ripping fabric filled the air, she almost didn't believe it, but then cool air hit her now bare back and she realized he had torn the fabric of her cheongsam. A complaint rose in her throat, ready to give him a piece of her mind for ruining one of her favorite casual outfits. Before she could voice her thoughts, Goku picked her up and slammed her into the nearby wall hard enough to make her surprised gasp turn into a shocked yelp of pain.

"Goku," she groaned. "What are y-?"

"Shh," he whispered, lightly kissing her tingling lips. "Don't say anything."

Another groan escaped her as his hands made quick work of the rest of her cheongsam and the pants underneath, leaving her in just her under garments. Except those were soon gone as well and his fingers dug into her thighs, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his naked waist. Huh. She must have hit the wall harder than she thought if she missed him stripping himself, too.

Chi-Chi didn't have much of a chance to let her thoughts run as Goku's teeth found her neck, alternating between light nibbles and rough sucking on her skin. She shuddered, hands going to his shoulders and back, clinging with all her might as he coaxed more sounds from between her lips. One of his hands found one of her breasts and squeezed so hard she had to throw her head back, grimacing at the mix of pleasure and pain running through her body.

He was being too rough, but…

But she'd already told herself she could handle him. So she'd put up with the harsher ministrations and love bites leaving marks down her neck toward her collarbone. She would worry about hiding any bruising she was likely to receive later.

Later…

For now, Goku demanded attention as his fingers slipped between her legs and teased at the wet folds. Eyes fluttering at the contact, Chi-Chi tightened her grip on his shoulders, biting her bottom lip as he found her most sensitive areas and teased her into a haze of pleasure. At some point, she found herself staring at the way his arm muscles flexed with every motion, at the way his chiseled chest heaved up and down with his panting breaths, at how his eyes caught and held hers though there was far more fiery lust in his gaze and so little hint of his usual tender sparks of love.

She didn't have time to contemplate this subtle difference as he suddenly pounded into her with enough force to crack the wall behind her. Moans and whimpers left her lips as he pulled out and shoved in again without any care to whether he hurt her. She tried to calm down his excitement. Tried to bring his face to hers and breathe a plea for him to slow down, but the mixture of pain and pleasure kept her from vocalizing anything beyond gasps and cries.

And soon enough, she didn't care about whether he was gentle or not, she just wanted more . The need for rougher handling took her by surprise, but all the minor aches and pains added to the new experience and Chi-Chi relished in the sudden careless way her husband took complete control of everything in their love making. No questions asking for permission, no whispered sweet words in her ear, no gentle assurances of his love for her. Just hard and fast and primal.

Her first climax of the night came in a rush of measured layers of emotions and feelings, wrapping her in bliss and sweet, sweet power. Like a storm that she had to ride through, like waves crashing through her, and all the while Goku continued to abuse her body sending more flashes and tingles through her aching core.

They moved to the couch in the midst of her ride and he hovered above her as he pressed her against the cushions, his musty scent enveloping her as sweat ran down their bodies. She screamed and moaned with each thrust taking her higher and higher, not caring for the ache as he clung to her tighter with each passing breath. She responded in kind as best she could, scratching up his chest and neck and shoulders and back, whatever she could find to dig her nails into.

At some point in their messy love making, she noticed a ball of thread rolling from the couch cushions down to the floor and across the room. Oh. She'd completely forgotten about the shirt she'd been making for him.

Oh well.

~!~

Bulma stared blankly at the television screen. Some new romantic comedy played on, but her attention refused to focus. She sat with a blanket curled around her legs, a mug of coffee in her hands, and a shawl loosely wrapped at her shoulders. It got cold at night, even inside the house.

Rubbing her eyes, she yawned for what must have been the hundredth time. How many days had it been since the incident? How many days since Vegeta ran off to dragon ball hunt without telling her? That man… If not for Krillin filling in Eighteen, she probably would still be sitting here wondering.

Instead she sat here late at night every night since he'd gone on this little adventure. Wondering when he'd come back, wondering if he would be all right, wondering if Goku would snap again the way Trunks had described to her. Bulma fretted so much her thumb nail had been bitten down to almost nothing.

With Eighteen taken care of, she had nothing to do now except wait. Trunks had had a few nightmares during the past few nights - had it been a week? Maybe… So neither one of them had been getting the best of sleep lately.

Freaking hell, would it kill Vegeta to check in with her before running off like that?

As if the mere thought of his name were a delayed reaction summons, Bulma heard the nearby unlocked window being opened and then shortly thereafter, closed. Vegeta couldn't stand to use the front door and bypass all of its alarm systems in the middle of the night, so she had set up a specific window just for him. A window that would lead him right past her if he intended to go to the kitchen or their bedroom or, really, anywhere else in their house.

When Vegeta came into sight, Bulma was in the midst of sipping her coffee. She glared at him from over the edge of the mug and held him fast. Vegeta stiffened but otherwise didn't move an inch as her gaze took in his tattered training clothes, the mass of bruises and cuts across his skin, and the dried blood matting at the edges of his hair.

Some dragon ball hunt. Vegeta had been in a fight. With someone who could actually damage him.

"Vegeta."

"Bulma."

"Sit with me," she said. "We need to talk."

He rolled his eyes. "Fine."

Walking over to the sofa, he plopped down beside her, not caring to avoid sitting on the edge of the blanket still draped over her legs. Not that it mattered. He had no problem sitting close to her these days, especially at night away from any other eyes.

His leg brushed her own through the blanket and she handed over her mug of coffee. Vegeta stared at the offered drink for a moment, probably trying to figure out if there were some ulterior motive behind the gesture. She couldn't blame him, considering how often she'd used coffee to butter him up.

Having come to a decision, he accepted the gift and drained half the cup in a few powerful gulps before handing it back to her with a grunt. "What do you know?"

Bulma huffed. "That Trunks is having nightmares about Goku of all people. I know he was acting strange, but what happened out there, Vegeta?"

"He's having nightmares?" Vegeta clicked his tongue between his teeth. "That boy is too old for nightmares."

She narrowed her eyes and poked at his bare arm muscles. "I don't want to hear that from you , Mr. Still-Keeps-Me-Up-At-Night-Because-Of-His-Own-"

"All right, all right," Vegeta growled. "Point made, woman."

"What I want to know is why is my son afraid of Goku , the sweetest person in the universe."

Vegeta grunted. He didn't answer, either. Instead he snatched the coffee mug from her hands and downed the rest of its contents. She frowned, for more than one reason.

Oh sure, Bulma was a little put out because he'd gone and drank most of her coffee without leaving her much of anything to sip. But something in the tension of his shoulders and the flexing of his other hand into a fist…

Her frown deepened. "What happened, Vegeta?"

"Kakarot had an accident. Hit his head thanks to Beerus. Now he's lost control of his more Saiyan side." Vegeta stared straight ahead, eyes flicking over the blinking television in front of them though she doubted he processed anything happening on the screen. "He destroyed Krillin's city and frightened the kids, apparently almost killing his own son."

Bulma felt her mouth drop open. "What? But Goku wouldn't…"

" Goku wouldn't," Vegeta sneered even as he said the name. "Kakarot would."

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

Vegeta shrugged. "He's lost control of his darker side, that's all. Whenever it happens, he acts more like a Saiyan worthy of his birth name."

"But…"

"You know how I used to be," Vegeta said. "He's more like that, except he has these stark differences in personality like he's trying to hold it back. I've never seen that sort of personality switch, but I know how to snap him back to normal so I went with him and Krillin to hunt for dragon balls. The dragon can't solve his problem, by the way, but I'll be keeping an eye on his ki and if it feels like he's going on a killing spree again, I'll react."

Bulma had never heard so many words out of her husband's mouth at once. She didn't know what to say. Even he seemed uncomfortable by the conversation, tapping his finger against the empty mug, adding a slight metallic clicking sound to the ticks of the old clock in the nearby hallway.

That was a lot to take in. Taking a breath, Bulma brought her hand to her head and rubbed at her temple. Goku losing control like that. Vegeta being the only one who could snap him back to normal.

"How?" She murmured.

"How what, woman?"

She glanced at him. "How are you snapping him back to normal when he loses it?"

Vegeta scoffed. "By insulting his wife and sons."

"Vegeta!"

"What?" He scowled. "It works to piss him off."

She rolled her eyes. "Oh and pissing him off is such a great tactic."

He shrugged. "It's what triggers transformations and apparently it can trigger him to switch back into control of his senses."

"Still...you don't have to go around insulting Chi-Chi and the boys," she scoffed. "I thought you actually liked them."

This time, Vegeta was the one to roll his eyes, though she was rewarded with a light blush for her efforts in calling out his feelings. "It's not like I actually believe the drivel I spout at Kakarot. It's the only effective way I've found to make him switch, that's all."

With a long sigh, Bulma sat back on the couch. Things were far more complicated than she'd expected. Trunks having nightmares was nothing too new. Even now he occasionally woke up screaming or racing around the building in a messed up sleep walking state, transformed and yelling about Buu. But to be scared of Goku? For Goku to lose control?

The only time she'd ever been afraid of Goku was back when he was a kid. When he had a tail and looked at the full moon. When he transformed into a giant monkey and lost all sense of himself. Was this new issue similar? Did he remember anything he did when he lost control?

Whatever the case, Bulma didn't know if there was much she could do to help. Chi-Chi would stand by Goku even if the boys were scared, she was sure of that much, knowing how attached Chi-Chi was to her husband. Knowing how attached Bulma was to Vegeta, she'd do the same if something similar happened.

Glancing at her husband she frowned, remembering when he'd given over to Babidi's magic, when he'd killed so many at the World Tournament stage. Was this like that? Was Goku being controlled? Or was Vegeta more accurate to call it a different personality? A darker personality…

"I hope," she started, stopped, breathed at the new thought, and then started again. "I hope Chi-Chi can handle him."

"Keh," Vegeta scoffed. "That woman may be strong but not that strong. If he loses himself too far to the darker side of his personality, she won't enjoy what he pushes on her."

Raising an eyebrow, Bulma turned on him. "What do you mean?"

Vegeta turned his head, cleared his throat, and stood up from the couch. "Nothing."

Oh, he was walking away from her! He didn't want to explain! Why? Could it be that bad?

"Vegeta!" She called after him. "He won't kill her, will he?"

The Prince of all Saiyans turned back to face her, his facial expression masked by the darkness so she couldn't even hope to read whatever went through his mind at the question. "I doubt it. Nothing that bad. Unless Kakarot fails to recognize his own strength."

Bulma felt her heart beat all the way up in her throat. She should warn Chi-Chi. She could call her and - she stopped, hand on the phone in her pocket. Would it matter even if she did?

~!~

Goku woke to the smell of sausages and eggs, which put a smile on his face before he even opened his eyes. When he saw where he rested, he had to frown, though. The couch. With a blanket and no clothes underneath, though a set of clean boxers, blue sweatpants, and a white tank were set out not too far from his reach. Still, he couldn't remember anything of what led him to this place.

Sitting up, he winced slightly at a surprised painful itch on his chest. Looking down, he blinked at the scratch marks that he could see there, as well as on his arms and, by the feel of it, on his back, too. He groaned, bringing a hand to his aching head.

What had he done last night? Why couldn't he remember? Had Chi-Chi fought him back because of -

Goku sprang to his feet at the thought, dropping the yellow blanket to the floor amid the unraveled remains of some knitting project. He dressed quickly and then raced into the kitchen. While her name was on his lips, it died there when he realized she wasn't here. Where…?

A quick check of her ki informed him that she was still in the house, so he focused on her warm glow and made his way to the back. To their bedroom. He heard her moving things around in the bathroom and pushed the door back slowly, afraid at what he might see.

"Chi?" He asked. "Are you okay?"

She yelped at his entrance, standing in front of the mirror, a hand on her neck. "Goku! I didn't think you'd be awake yet."

"I am," he murmured, eyes going to her neck, nose wrinkling at the smell of makeup. "What are you doing? You're not planning on going out today, are ya?"

Chi-Chi flushed, her hand dropping, her eyes refusing to look anywhere but at him. He didn't like this. This tension in the air between them. It had to be because of something he'd done last night. Chi-Chi never looked at him like that, yet all too often lately he'd caught her avoiding his gaze.

Her neck and shoulders were covered in that makeup cream stuff, the kind she said she used to cover blemishes. But Chi-Chi didn't usually wear makeup, and especially not if her plans didn't include leaving the house. So why?

Biting the inside of his cheek, Goku stepped closer to her and reached out for the silvery silk robe she wore, which covered the rest of her body from his eyes. Her hand settled on his with a slight shake in her fingers, and they met eyes. He knew then that she was hiding something. Hiding what he'd done. And his heart ached at the realization, without even seeing a single mark.

"Chi-Chi," his voice cracked. "Let me see."

Her bottom lip trembled but she nodded, removing her hand from his so he could open the robe. "Goku, it's okay. Don't - don't be upset, sweetheart."

Hearing that alone made him grimace, but when he saw what had been done to her perfect smooth skin, he stepped back with wide eyes. Bruises left splotches on her shoulders, her sides, her hips, even her legs. Fingerprints and thumbprints marked certain places, like around her waist and hips, where he had obviously gripped far too tightly. Even more damning was the large print on her breast where he must have squeezed too hard.

He hated to think what else he had done. Chi-Chi was the toughest woman on the Earth. She could handle a lot. She had handled a lot from him in the past already. They used to spar all the time, after all. But this...how could he lose control this badly?

"Oh, Goku…" Chi-Chi whispered, rushing to close the distance between them and hold onto him. "I know you didn't mean it so don't look at me like that. Please. I'll survive."

He stood frozen in place, searching for his voice, finding it trapped in his throat. His wife clung to him and cried into his chest, her natural earthy scent mixing with the subtle lavender candle fragrance in the bathroom and the smells of a breakfast waiting for them in the other room. But he couldn't stop imagining what he could have done to cause such marks on his wife, understanding now that she had intended to use the makeup to hide every marred spot on her body.

Chi-Chi continued to hang onto him, but he couldn't even find the willpower to wrap his arms around her. He didn't deserve to comfort her after what he'd done. He shouldn't touch her at all. She…

"Chi-Chi," he said at last. "You need to go. You don't need to be here. If I don't have any control around you , there's no telling what else I'll do."

She shook her head vehemently. "No, Goku. You're not sending me away."

"Chi-Chi, you have to," he groaned. "I can't promise to keep you safe. I -"

The sudden headache nearly brought him to his knees. If Chi-Chi hadn't been holding onto him, he would have fallen straight to the tile floor. Instead, she caught him and led him down gently, all while he held onto his head and tore at his hair.

Not now, not now, not now….

Even though he struggled to hang on, Goku couldn't fight the tug pulling him under, making him lose focus of the world around him.

~!~

Send her away?

Oh no, we're not doing that.

She's my wife. Mine. And she's not going anywhere now.

~!~