We held a small funeral on the top of a
rolling grassy hill. It was an appropriate spot, as it was one where I always
used to find Goku dozing under his favourite tree. He always found some kind of
peace and serenity here. Now it was the place where he could rest forever.
I thanked all our friends for coming.
Not that it was really necessary, they said. They needed closure as well. We
had talked about the times we'd shared, and what we would all remember about
our dear friend. We laughed, and cried, but when it was time to leave, I noted
that there was a certain lightness to the atmosphere. Almost jovial. I smiled,
a momentary happiness that I hadn't felt since before Goku had left that
morning.
Everyone was now going back to Capsule
Corp to send Trunks back to his own time to set things right. There was much
hope in his young face. I intended to follow. This was something that Goku had
played too big a part in, and I would see it to the end. But I held back for a
little while, the hill silent and empty but for me and my thoughts.
I knew now why Krillin had rushed off
the other day. He had been the one to carve the small stone memorial for Goku.
He had taken the whole deal quite hard, but seemed to find comfort in doing
something that he thought would be appreciated. And they were. He had made a
beautiful job. I told him that Goku was luck to have a friend like him. Then he
said something that will remain with me for the rest of my life. "No," he said,
"We were lucky – no, blessed to have a friend like him"
I approached the small head stone and
fell to my knees. With one hand floating across the engraved letters, I read
one more time. Goku, our dear friend. You saved us all. We'll miss you.
A tear fell unchecked. "I love you, Goku." I said, hoping that wherever he was
that he could hear her.
I stood and turned to follow the
others, and was surprised to see that Vegeta had remained behind. I regarded
him with slight astonishment, and even suspicion. He and Goku had been fierce
rivals. Perhaps he came only to gloat. I didn't particularly trust this strange
Saiyajin. Goku had always seen something in him that remained hidden to me.
Bulma obviously saw it too. His face set like stone, he glanced over to Goku's
memorial, then back to me.
"He died honourably, and without fear."
He said, his face oddly expressionless. "Like a true Saiyajin warrior. You
should be proud." He turned and proceeded down the hill. My eyes flicked around
in confusion. Could it be that Vegeta actually had feelings? Goku had been
right, after all.
"Vegeta!" I called after him. He
paused. "Thank you."
He mumbled something under his breath
that I couldn't decipher, then carried on his way.
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Every one waved at Trunks as his time
machine disappeared, our hopes all with him as he returned to the future to
save his own world from Cell and the Androids. It was all up to him now. He was
the only one who could prevent Cell from stealing his time machine and causing
a never ending repeat of our world's recent tragedies.
After he had gone, I noticed that Gohan
had taken Bulma aside and was talking to her. He was gesturing in my direction,
and it was obvious that they were talking about me, and Gohan was worried. He
had yet to learn subtlety. I rolled my eyes as Bulma sauntered over to grab my
arm and haul me into her laboratory.
She sat me down and glared at me
critically. "Now, Gohan tells me that you've been quite sick. He's worried
about you. And now that he's mentioned it, you don't look so great."
I sighed as I peered over to the mirror
on the wall. They were right, though. I'd seen better days. I tried to assure
my worried friend that I would be fine in a few days - that it was just some
stomach flu that had probably gotten to me because of the stress of losing
Goku.
"Well, I insist that I take some blood
samples from you. You can never be to careful these days"
"Fine" I resigned. I was too tired to
argue. "If it makes you happy."
Bulma quickly got to work. She took a
tube of blood, and wheel herself around on her chair getting slides and a
microscope. Peering down it, she examined the drop of blood from all angles,
and under multiple lenses, her "Hmmmm" s giving me no clue as to what she had,
or had not found.
"Interesting…" she said. She stood up
after several minutes, and took a syringe, then squirted some blood into a
small machine at the far end of her workbench. It began beeping and clicking
away as it processed the information.
"Well?" I asked.
Bulma said nothing, but peered into a screen on the front of the
machine. I couldn't read it, as I was sitting too far away.
A smile grew on Bulma's face, spreading
from ear to ear.
My anticipation was mounting. "What?!"
"I have your results here."
"And?"
"It's not as bad as it seems"
I was about to explode. Why was she
dragging this out? It was getting unbearable.
She walked slowly over to me, and took
my hand. I could see that she could barely contain herself either. "Chichi…"
she said,
My eyes widened, encouraging her to
spill it.
"You're pregnant."
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End of Chapter 2
C/C Welcome. (Please go easy, it's my first fi ^_^ )