Authors Note: Sorry for the delay, I had writer's block badly. It always happens after chapter 2. I am now up and 4:00 am, and have been working on this since 1:00. I felt bad about the long delay. I wish I could make it up to you guys. I tried by working on this late into the night.

Also, this chapter kind of stinks. I know I said that about the last chapters and I got good feedback anyway. But I do think this is not one of the better ones.

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Goku woke up on that Wednesday morning, but didn't get up. He lied in bed, looking at the ceiling. He had no reason to get up. Yes, he could train, but it wasn't as fun without Vegeta.

He felt so lonely. Vegeta had been his only friend, and the only person he'd really seen since Chichi left. Vegeta had trained with Goku almost everyday. Except for the few weeks before he died. He had helped him get over the loss of Chichi. Stupid onna, Vegeta would say every once in a while. He never really liked Chichi. There always seemed to be something about her that always pissed him off for some reason. Maybe it was her disgust with people who fought, maybe it was the fact that she treated Goku like shit, maybe the fact that she saw herself superior to everyone. She thought she was so damn special. One of the reasons he let her leave so easily. If it weren't for the fact that they both loved their children, Gohan and Goten, Goku would have left her so much sooner. Stupid bitch. Goku knew she never cared for him either. Just by the fact that she tried to make Gohan so much different from him.

Goku didn't know why he felt so depressed after Chichi left. Maybe it was because it was quieter. Maybe it was because he cared for her more than he thought. Or maybe it was because of the fact that he now had to learn to cook and clean himself. Alas! Something the bitch was useful for!

The whole thing gave him mixed emotions. Relief, hurt, anger, sadness.

Maybe he'd go somewhere today. But where? He always found amusement parks fun, but it'd seem kind of empty with no one to share the fun with. At least that was how he felt. What else could he do? The beach? No, same problem as the amusement park. Movie? That might work. But nothing good was out yet. As a matter a fact, he never cared for movies when he thought about it. Shit! Was the world against him? Maybe he could visit Gohan. No, nowadays Gohan was always at work. Who knew where Goten was. Bulma? No. He would, but she needed time to get used to the loss of Vegeta. If she wanted to see him she would. If he went over, she'd probably say yes just to be nice to him, but she wouldn't really want to. That would be kind of selfish. He thought for a moment.

Ding-dong

Goku blinked and sat up. Who would that be. Goku got up, got a robe on and went downstairs. Maybe it was a package. But he lived 500 miles away from the nearest post office! Maybe it was Gohan.

He went downstairs and opened the door. Some of the cool air hit his skin the moment he opened it.

"Bulma!" Goku exclaimed in surprise. Bulma nodded. "Come in," Goku invited. She was always welcome, she didn't even have to wait for him to ask. She just walked in, and Goku invited her to sit down. For some reason it felt somewhat awkward. He couldn't say why. It had something to do with Vegeta.

"Do want some coffee."

"Oh, no thanks." Bulma replied politely sitting down.

"'kay, hold on a minute while I get some for me." Goku said going off into the kitchen. On his way there he stopped at the thermostat and turned up the heat a little bit for Bulma. He himself didn't mind, but she was probably cold. He then went into the kitchen and turned the maker on.

Bulma noticed how nice his living room looked now that Chichi was gone. It was less cluttered with annoying pictures of her and her stupid paintings which Goku didn't get. Well, no one really did.

She noticed the pictures on the mantle, which were nicely arranged. The one to the center was a picture of everyone taken a few years ago, when Trunks and Goten were about six and seven. Marron was also there, and to the center was Goku and Bulma. Goku was to the left with Chichi to his left, and Gohan and Videl next to that, But Vegeta next to Bulma. He was showing part of is side his face towards the camera, his crossed arms and body facing away. Bulma noticed Vegeta never photographed himself with a smile. Bulma felt a little sad for a moment.

Bulma looked at another assortment of photos, and then she saw one she hadn't seen in a while. It was of her and Goku when she was sixteen. They were showing off their smiles and Bulma was in her happy, high energy states.

It was taken during Bulma's hunt for the dragonballs. Bulma remembered that trip. As she thought about it, she realized that if hadn't been for that hunt, she never would have met Goku. When she thought about it, if it weren't for that hunt, the world would be very different. Pilaf would have gathered the balls and ruled the world, the red ribbon army would've succeeded being the most powerful, Goku wouldn't get as much special training from Master Roshi and all his training after that because he'd live in his little forest forever. Then Raditz would come after that and easily kill Goku. But there would be no androids or Cell because Gero would have no reason make androids for his revenge. But that wouldn't matter. But actually, the world would probably be wiped out anyway because Goku probability wouldn't have had his tail cut off.

Goku returned a few moments later holding two cups of coffee, one of which was almost white.

He set them both down and sat down on a recliner across from Bulma. He leaned forward, and didn't really recline.

"You didn't have to make me coffee." Bulma said picking the darker colored one and sipping it.

Goku shrugged.

"Well apparently you did want some." Goku said sipping his. Bulme nodded and sipped some more.

"I thought you didn't even like coffee. When we were kids you'd complain about it being bitter."

"Yeah, but I just drink it to wake up. I can get rid of the bitter flavor." Goku said. "I put lot's of French Vanilla Creamer, and a lot of sugar." Goku said, explaining why his coffee was almost white.

"Goku probably less than half of that is actually coffee!"

Goku shrugged and sipped on his coffee.

"So?"

"You'll always be that 12 year old kid."

Goku raised an eyebrow.

"What does that have to do with my coffee."

"Nothing," Bulma said with a small smile, which was hidden behind her cup as she sipped on her coffee. It was just the fact that he'd go to great lengths to avoid the simplest things. Such as the bitterness of his coffee. Like he'd do when he was twelve. Always getting rid of the bad parts.

Goku put his down as he then looked at her.

Bulma than saw his gaze and put her's down.

"So how are you." Goku asked.

Bulma just kind of shrugged.

"Are you ok?" Bulma shrugged. I guess. Do you remember when we were younger and I couldn't get you to stop talking?" Goku asked.

Bulma smiled.

"Yes I remember. I was an annoyingly whiny brat that never stopped talking."

"You weren't annoying or whiny,"

Bulma then raised her eyebrow.

"Sure about that?"

"Ok, so you were sometimes whiny."

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In the background it was beautiful. There was a forest all around him, that came in a bowl, and at the bottom was a lake. The early fog gad set itself upon the ground and it was starting to clear away as the day went by.

As the birds chirped merrily in the background, it appeared as a start to a beautiful day.

On the lake stood a single house. Probably three stories, with the label "CC" on the side. It was a capsule house. A few hundred miles away from everyone else.

Trunks was taking his leaf of absence from work and was at his lake house. It was far out so he was guaranteed to be left alone. Be left away from the world. Good. He was still trying to get over the loss of his father by getting him out of his mind. Trunks resorted to his book.

He stayed up late writing some novel he was going to sell to a publisher. They liked an idea he had about species from another planet now on earth, and what they go through to save it. And they looked human. They like the idea, but he gave up on it. It was overdue, but maybe they'd accept it anyway. He stayed up late working on it, to do anything to get his mind off everything.

He was now off his laptop and sitting against a corner. He was restless and had no idea what to do. He felt his energy draining from him all the time. It wasn't the late hours, he'd been like this for a while now. His energy was draining away and he had a loss of appetite. He noticed his reflection was getting pale and he didn't feel like training. It felt like there was no point to it for some reason.

He first figured it had to do with the loss of his father, but for some reason he felt like he was coming down with something. Something bigger than a cold.