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     Goku flew high above the clouds. He didn't know where he was going; he just wanted to get away from it all. Only high in the clouds would he allow himself to cry. And cry he did.

     Once he finally finished, he thought back to what happened after Chichi left.

     The Sons had moved in with Bulma and Vegeta. Gohan had attended Orange Star High School, saying that that was what his mom would what him to do. He had seen how filled with crime the city was, and had taken it upon to, and he quotes " rid the fair city of its plague of evilness". He had even gone as far as having Bulma make him a ridiculous outfit. But as far as Goku knew, he was clashing horns with the other city protector, Videl Satan, Hercule's daughter.

     Goten was adjusting well. For some reason, he seemed to think that Chichi had gone on a big vacation. [A/N tee hee Remember that?] He and Trunks had become unconditional friends, even more so than they had when Chichi was still here. He was home schooled.

     As for Goku himself, he had spent the first two years looking all over for Chichi. The next year he had spent in total and complete denial. Then he had finally accepted it and became as normal as he could, except that he was way more depressed. He looked around. The fluttering birds who sang their happy tunes were getting to him. "Ka…me…ha…me…ha!!!!!!!!!" He aimed at the birds, but at the last moment he moved the ball of energy in the direction of the sun. He floated, panting, his chest rising and falling heavily. A stray tear slipped from his eye.  Why Chichi? Why?

     At least they knew that she was alive. They knew because she sent Gohan and Goten birthday cards every year along with a present, or the Christmas card addressed to everyone. At least he knew that she didn't forget about them.

     He had read and re-read the note millions of times and even his naïve mind had figured out that she didn't care if he saw other women. But did that mean that she wanted to see other men? He took a deep, shuddering breath. "Chichiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!"

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     Chichi smiled as she watched Kachina rush out to school. She smiled wistfully as she looked at the calendar. Goten's birthday had come and gone yet again. As she looked about her dojo, she thought about how she had gotten to her apartment above her dojo.

     She had made one huge withdrawal from her father's bank account. It was about $1 million, but it wasn't even a dent in her dad's money. [She is a princess after all] She had made it far from where she planned to live, because she knew Bulma's hacking skills and knew that Bulma would keep a close eye on the account. And once she made that deposit, the Z-fighters would be on the city as soon as possible.

     So she had taken the money and fled. Then she had wandered into Kaloosh City. She had found the building and decided it would be perfect for her. The big rooms on the second floor made a perfect small house. The ground floor she turned into a dojo.

     She had given birth to Kachina shortly after she had it furnished. But even though she had a new life, she had not forgotten about her old one, and made sure she always sent everyone gifts at birthdays and holidays.

     She looked at her hand. Where there should have been a wedding ring, there was only her smooth skin. She had taken her ring off, but she knew where it was. Upstairs, first door on the right, on the bed, under the pillows.

     She was often tempted to put it back on. You wouldn't believe how many guys hit on her! But she had never accepted a date. She still-and always would-love Son Goku/Kakarott for as long as she lived…and even beyond. But did he feel the same way still? Even after six years?

DONE! Next chapter will probably get out this weekend, cuz I'm going to a party tomorrow. So ciao!

Faschia ~ I'm sooooo glad that you're soooo enthusiastic.

Nofretete ~ If I could draw, I would make her very cute!

Crystal Lily ~ Thanks for the review.

Lady Nightshade ~ well said.