AN/ no notes for now. Just enjoy and read your little heart out and thanks a bunch for the people who reviewed before. You know who you are…YOU ARE THEE BOMB…and I appreciate you people *sniff* (It's a good thing, don't be scared)

And I'm sorry with the annoying big gaps—it's a habit now and it's easier for me to read—I'll fix the problem as soon as I can—so hang on and enjoy the ride

Disclaimers: I miserably do not own DBZ—if I did this wouldn't be just a fic. I also sadly don't own Linkin Park or their lyrics…

Unforgettable

Written by the somewhat infamous Goku's Daughter

Chapter 5: Words of Wisdom

Power comes with response to a need…not desire

Use the pain of loss

-Goku's little voice in Gohan's head when turning super saiyan in the hyperbolic time chamber (during the cell games)

            Now where did Chichi go? Goku thought to himself. He was holding a wet Chika wrapped in a towel, after her bath. He took another towel and started to wipe her hair rigorously. She closed her eyes as she felt him tug and then stopped. She opened her eyes then turned at him. "Why did you stop?"

            Goku threw the towel aside. "I just thought of something. You can just power up and your hair should be dry."

            She opened her mouth to speak, and then closed it. She was at a lost of words. "How?"

            Goku sighed, "Well—since you turned super saiyan, I was hoping you knew how to." He looked at her—she looked confused. "Okay then…" He thought about it for a second. "I want you to get angry, and focus that energy around you, kind of like a shield, but flare your power so you'll be more powerful—just please don't try to hurt me in the process," he said sarcastically. She grinned at him wickedly and he continued. "Power comes with a response to a need…not desire. Use the pain of loss…" He looked at her again and she was already concentrating. He just watched her intensely.

            No Jessie. I could have been there for you. I could have killed them for you. I could have…I will—DON'T GO!! She was thinking of the lollipop incident. It hurt her…she could have done more to help her, but she didn't. She could feel Goku's ebony eyes staring at her as she felt tears stinging her eyes. She sniffed and started to tremble and muttered under her breath. Moments later she flared up enough ki to destroy the house—luckily the bathhouse was outside. Her little fingers held on to the towel as she yelled and cried from the pain inside—her hair flaring up, dried and defying gravity. She panted and looked at her father's face. It was priceless—but nevertheless he was a little scared. The trees around them fell to the floor and the grass was blown away. The house shifted a bit, but nothing Goku couldn't fix. However the bathhouse wasn't really a bathhouse anymore. After she powered up she looked around and said, "Oops," so innocently you couldn't be mad at her. "Sorry about that." She looked around then felt her hair and then found that it was spiked up, "Uh, why is my hair sticking up!" She panicked.

            Goku put his hand on her shoulder, "Don't worry, that's what happens when you channel too much power—now don't direct that force up and calm down." She did what he said and it later settled down, unnaturally wavy.

He smiled at her and looked around and saw Chichi inside in the kitchen. "Now let's get you changed and then we'll get going to Capsule Corporation."

            Chika nodded and followed him inside. As for the bathhouse—they'll make a washroom inside the house…er…later…

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            Bulma nibbled on her lip, waiting for Goku's arrival that is. Everyone was waiting—even Vegeta, to see the newest member of the family.

            Krillin took a glass from Yamcha's hand, "Do you think she's powerful?"

            Yamcha shrugged, "Well to tell you the truth, I don't know—but if she has saiyan blood in herself, I'm guessing she is."

            Krillin took a sip of the drink, "Considering this is Goku's child, she'll be something to watch out for. I'm not even sure what kind of father he'll be to her. I mean—it's a girl, not a boy like Gohan. Wait till she gets older then boys will start to like her, what'll happen to Goku? What if he decides to blow up the world if his daughter's heart is broken? OR what if he doesn't care—or naïve enough that he doesn't realize what's going on—and then she marries some bum that makes her life miserable?"

            Tien, who was listening attentively, decided to interrupt, "I'm not worried about Goku—or his parental issues, besides Chichi is there to look after her. What I'm worried about is her—I mean, if she does have saiyan blood in her, what if she gets pushed and then decides to release her rage upon us and carries out Gero's plans?"

            There was an awkward silence in the room. Vegeta who was leaning against a nearby wall began to snicker. "You fools don't even realize what she can do. You don't even remember Kakaott's daughter…"

            Roshi's brow slanted closer towards his eyes, "What are you talking about Vegeta?"

            Vegeta looked up at them, uncrossing his arms, glaring at them. "She was that little scrawny girl who killed Freiza and Kind Cold. She can turn super saiyan and if she has the desire to—she can destroy the universe, let alone the Earth." He was satisfied with the look he received and returned to his usual pose, crossing his arms over his chest, leaning against something and bowing his head—just thinking. They didn't know who that girl was—only Piccolo, Gohan and that purple-haired boy knew—let alone, did Kakarott know?

            Yamcha scratched the back of his head and choked breaking the silence, "Doesn't anyone know how this all happened?"

            Bulma was about to speak if not the doorbell rang.

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            Chika drank water given to her as she fished telling her story and Goku helping her filling in the gaps that she didn't know—or wasn't well aware of. She gulped the liquid down and wiped her eye—completely surprised that they were nice to her. Entering the door upon arrival, this blue-haired woman greeted her as if she was her long lost sister or a favoured doll. A bald man named Krillin also hugged as if she was a long lost little sister. Yamcha shook and kissed her hand as if she was someone important, like royalty—she just thought he was just trying to be a gentleman. A man—or alien, named Tien exchanged bows with her as if she was a appreciated sparing partner. Bowing is well known for a sign to show respect. A little clown-look-alike-thing named Chauso (sry can't spell his name) also bowed, smiling. An old man called Master Roshi looked upon her, making a defiant stare, checking her power and studying her face. Just seeing how innocently looking she appeared he smiled, accepting her, stepping forward, giving her a kiss on the forehead like an elder or grandpa would. She was new to "his family" which consisted the Z fighters, Bulma and Chichi—and he'd be there for her because well, it wouldn't be long before she would grow up and be another saviour for the Earth, now would she?

            After pleasantries were exchanged and Chika and Goku told them of the story of "her life", Chika noticed of one man who wouldn't move. He looked like a statue, leaning against the wall, head down, eyes closed. He looked as if he was savouring the smell of something or processing things into his brain. He had not said a word to her—or to anyone, which puzzled her a bit. He didn't look like a really nice person like the rest of them. He looked a person who kept to him—and didn't have much to live for—or could be waiting for something. She would have to exchange pleasantries with him later. Her lips curled into a grin, not loosing her gaze on him. Surprisingly he felt that glare and looked up at her, finding her staring right back him. She mouthed the words, "Prince Vegeta." And made a small bow for only him to see.

            He looked blankly at her. Did he see right? "Prince Vegeta" How did she know—or—why? That little stunt of hers made him slightly confused. Her stare at him didn't diminish. He blinked and got up slowly so he wouldn't attract attention. He slipped out of the room and headed to the GR, with Chika following her right behind his tail (or if he HAD one).

            Goku sensed what just happened, she acknowledged Vegeta's presence even though he didn't and he left with her following. He was quite confused and decided he should follow just in case something would happen. As he would slip out of the room, heading to the GR—someone would notice and follow that person…and as that person would leave after Goku—someone new would notice and follow that person…heading to the GR—and so on so forth…

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            She closed the door behind her and watched him watching her. Her breathing increased, as his fixed stare didn't soften one bit. She closed her eyes and looked up at him. "Prince Vegeta," she whispered in a cool voice. She wasn't afraid of him—but if he tried something on her she was unsure if she could super saiyan again.

            For a moment there he forgot how to breathe. Prince Vegeta, when was the last time I heard that?  He licked his lips, unsure if he should say anything at all. "Yes?"

            She was closed her eyes for a moment, frowning, and "I'm sorry."

            He raised an eyebrow, "Excuse me?"

            She crossed her arm over her chest, imitating his stance, nervously scratching her shoulder. "You were there when Freiza came back and I remember that I told you that the day you face Freiza is the day you can turn super saiyan," She paused looking at his reaction. She ignored his scowl and continued, "…and for that I'm sorry. I hurt you and I didn't mean to—"

            Vegeta didn't know to be angry or laugh his ass off. The fact that she was apologizing at something he would do—it was funny, but then again, she did offend him. "Listen child, it's called Saiyan Pride. You bruised it, yes, but it'll give me desire for me to turn a super saiyan." He hesitated to say anything else. He was about to continue if he hadn't felt Kakarott's ki, as well as other's outside of the room, listening. He faintly smiled, crossing his arms and walked to the gravity controls.

            When she saw his back to her she spoke with a tiniest voice only she could hear—or not.

"Power comes with response to a need…not desire. Use the pain of loss."

            Vegeta smirked. She was an odd one. "And I suppose you got that crap from Kakarott?" he spoke with mockery, turning up the gravity controls.

            Her lips curled down, "Kakarott?" Then it hit her…Goku… "Um…don't say it's bad—it works. I tried it today and I exploded the bathhouse!"

            Vegeta couldn't help but chuckle at her remark. Yes, it was funny that Kakarott couldn't bathe anymore—and he knew it was only the beginning before she would destroy more than the house. "Well then, I'm not sure if I can take your word. Now I need to train—unless you want to join?" He really didn't know why he was giving her an invitation to fight when he knew she could win. It was just a weird feeling. Her scent washed over her, as she was the only female saiyan. If he did not shared that night with Bulma, he would wait until this girl would grow up and take her as his queen because she WAS the only female saiyan—even though it was Kakarott's child. It was driving him mad, now he was going to act different towards her. Of course he would be mean to her—but he'd be only teasing.

            The girl's face beamed and cracked her knuckles. She heard about the Gravity room from Goku—knowing that the gravity would be more than Earth's meaning it will pull you down. She was willing to try this, besides when was the last time she had a chance to spar? "Sure I would but I don't know about the gravity…"

            Vegeta ignored her remark as he pressed the button for 500 time's normal gravity. He saw her fall to the floor, knees trembling, forcing herself to stand up. She clutched her thighs, gritting her teeth and wiped a tear. "Don't cry—a true warrior never cries. You will get used to the gravity and when your body is ready for it the gravity will gradually rise up to 1000, but that will be until an hour—so I advise you to pace yourself and be alert."

            She got use to the gravity and used the time Vegeta gave her to stretch and practice her punches and kicks. She looked at Vegeta and nodded, giving him the signal to attack her. He powered up in a flash and began his assault…

            She frowned at Vegeta then looked at the ground—this should be easier if she powered up. By now she should be able to power up with ease. She was sweating beyond belief and surprised she can keep up wit Vegeta—without powering up. But Vegeta had skill and she didn't like the way he always could anticipate her moves or counter them and that didn't give her time to power up. She liked the way he fought—he didn't HURT her, but fought so she can learn from the fight. She can give him credit for that. She wiped sweat off her forehead, forming a ki-ball in one hand and shot it at him. He blocked it easily and released a rapid-fire attack. She panicked and placed her hands above her head since he was assaulting in the air. She wasn't that entirely comfortable going up there and beating Vegeta down but she knew he was waiting for her to come up to get him. She sighed and flew up—only to find that Vegeta was waiting to do a Galet gun attack on her. She never knew about this one and was frightened that she forgot how to block. She felt herself being burned all over and knew she was lucky if she had clothes on. She felt herself hurdling to the ground. She tried to stop herself by flying up but it hurt too much. She just touched the floor in a hard bash. Her eyes were still closed, choking on her tears refusing to give up. She could hear Vegeta saying, "Get up!" She felt sore but refused to stay down as she saw the door open. She could get out—but no—she was not going to stay down. She struggled to at least get back on her knees as she heard Vegeta say to someone, "Kakarott close the door and put up the gravity."

            Goku ignored Vegeta's rant and walked towards Chika. He was afraid to touch her. He held his arm out, caressing her face, her wounds, but then heard a soft moan. "No dad, listen to Vegeta. It's not over." He didn't smile at her and swore her childish tone changed to a deeper mature voice. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth to protest but then when he realized he couldn't say anything to stop her so he just obliged to Vegeta. Goku kissed his two fingers, the index and the middle, the ones he used for the IT technique and placed it on her lips, feeling her lips brushing it for a kiss, as a promise. He moved away and giving Vegeta a rare death glare and headed out of the door—towards the other spectators. Oh boy, wouldn't Chichi have a fit. 

            Vegeta smirked at her waiting for her to rise from the ground. He felt the gravity rise beyond 500 time's normal gravity. He saw her endure pain to get up and fight again. He was going to let her go—thinking maybe Kakarott was right—but already figured that she would be stubborn as the rest of the saiyans were.

 She stifled a cry as she placed her elbows at her side and her fists tight. She looked up at Vegeta, breathing increasing. She examined her body and saw her beautiful pale flesh habiting wounds, blood and scars that would last at least a week. As she saw how her clothing were drenched with sweat and stained of what looked like scarlet red flames on her clothing, her fury grew. Why not take it out on Vegeta, no holding back…don't hold back…Remembering Goku's words for a split second before she would power up and release her vehemence. "uhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she cried out as her power increased pulsating throughout her whole body.  It was the same feeling of ecstasy when fighting Freiza and now she knew how to access it. Of course she knew she didn't want to hurt Vegeta—the fear of hurting anyone else, or doing something she might regret she was only able to access only a little of her hidden power. Of course she thought that this is all she could do.

He felt as if an Earthquake hit him as he struggled to fight the force. His vision was blurred and couldn't see what she was doing. He felt a strong twist in his arm and a hard tug at his head. His eyes were watery as his stomach was receiving hard hit attacks with a combination of her legs and ki-blasts. Shitmatta it hurt him, especially when she broke his armour. Moments later he was able to fight back—when he realized she turned super saiyan. All the more reason to fight back was to save his life—and get away from her.

She fought him back as if he was one of those thugs on the streets. Yes, she would make him pay for hurting her friend. "Die bastard! You had no mercy on her!" She yelled with passion. She kneed him in the stomach and then her eyes flickered on his balls…

WTF?? She thinks I'm someone else. Oh shit, she's going to try and kill me… He saw her gaze his balls—seeing her ready to bruise his organ—forget about bruise, ready to disintegrate his organ. He cussed out loud. "Fuck NO! It's me Vegeta!"

She was developing her blast as her eyes flickered back to his face. She whispered in a cool caressing voice, "Vegeta?" She then realized what she was doing; she frowned and scowled herself in shame. She aimed her blast up at his chest. She shot it with immense power she could set forth, collapsed to the floor and waited.

Vegeta put most of his energy in another blast and released it at the one hurdling towards him. It sliced through the beam—making little energy balls fly around and bounce off the walls of the room. One hit the door, causing it to open, making the spectators fall in. Another hit the controls settings, making it explode, causing a little fire. The rest were alive and well—setting up a deathtrap for anyone in the room.

Vegeta touched down to the floor, making a shield around him just in case a ball would hit him. He heard Kakarott order some of the Z fighters to stand by the door and disintegrate any stray ki-balls coming their way. Vegeta headed towards Chika as Kakarott did, not saying anything to each other. Goku made a shield around himself and Chika, blasting a nearby ki-ball coming their way. Goku then looked at Vegeta with a frown on his face; he then glanced at a stray ki-ball then back at Vegeta, giving him a signal to destroy them. Vegeta turned around as did Goku and they began firing like mad.

Chika slowly rose to her feet, noticing the gravity is back to normal, finding Goku and Vegeta firing at stray ki-balls. She frowned and crossed her arms over her chest, mocking Vegeta. "I'm surprised you didn't like my fireworks display." Her voice was still different, still super saiyan, she made a golden shield around herself.

Goku smiled faintly, "Well, I admit I was scared when Vegeta had the upper hand—but I'm glad you can turn super saiyan." He didn't turn back at her.

Vegeta did nod at her, giving her approval at her bravery. "Unlike your baka father, you have the blood of a true saiyan and brave to be a good saiyan warrior."

She wiped her eyes from to loss of energy, feeling really tired and with the other hand she gave Vegeta a thumb up. "Thanks, Prince Vegeta…" 

Goku finished destroying the stray energy spheres and turned at Vegeta, looking at the both of them questioningly.

Vegeta put a hand on her shoulder, ignoring Goku's stare. "Listen, as much respect you have for me, you don't have to call me Prince Vegeta. It is enough for you to be modest towards me—and show real respect, as I only ask of you for this favour." He paused and waited for a nod or reply from her. When he received this he continued, "I ask of you to make the saiyan race proud and alive again. As you are thee only female with saiyan blood flowing through your veins—you can do great things—concerning mating is another thing." He paused and noticed a blank look on her face. "What I mean is, when you are older I don't want you to lose that sense of saiyan ever—as you will not able to escape some of what you are. Remember to keep your saiyan pride alive and never to be ashamed of it—be proud."

She nodded—not really understanding what he was saying. "Saiyan Pride" explained it all. She looked into his longing eyes to become super saiyan, the strongest, but unlike the eyes that were filled with his "jealousy" of Kakarott that she would expect to see, she saw pride. Saiyan Pride.

Vegeta turned around, heading towards the door only to feel a tug at spandex shirt (that was under the armour). He turned back at her and appalled at her act of kindness. She hugged him. Normally if someone did this he would blast them to kingdom come, but he couldn't and wouldn't do that to her. She wouldn't end up killing him, and he accepted that—because he knew more about saiyan females than others did…

Nevertheless he didn't hug back, only placed his hand on her head, stroking her hair. When she let go she smiled at him sweetly and turned to her father who was speechless. All of them were dumbfounded—not able to speak. They watched Vegeta walked out of the room as if nothing happened and Chika asking Goku if she can eat. He snapped out his wonder and smiled saying that he was also hungry. They also headed out of the room as if nothing much happened.

As Chika and Goku walked out of the room, Krillin whispered to Yamcha, "Now that is what you don't se everyday. Vegeta—being nice??"

Bulma who was standing behind them smacked his head and scowled at them, "It's called Saiyan Pride you dumbass, weren't you listening before? Jeez, don't you realize he would respect her no matter if she was Kakarott's spawn." She paused a bit and giggled, she liked talking like Vegeta. "Do you realize she is the only saiyan female, making her the one Vegeta would…seek," she stopped and said in a low voice, "as a mate."

Yamcha gaped at her lifeless expression, "Hey Bulma, are you okay?" He waved his hand in front of her face.

She was snapped out of her thoughts and slapped Yamcha's waving hand in annoyance. "Yeah I am…I need to talk to our saiyan Prince. I'll be back." She walked out with ghastly look on her face and headed the way where Vegeta left.

Krillin shrugged and motioned Yamcha to walk to the kitchen.

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It was nighttime at the Son household and after a short tour around the house Chika and Gohan were tucked in. Chika was looking up at the ceiling not able to sleep. "Gohan," she whispered.

Gohan whispered back, "Yeah?"

Chika pulled the sheet up, "I can't sleep."

Gohan pulled up his sheet, even though they were on the same bed—they didn't share the same sheet. What if one of them had a nightmare and burns the sheet to bits. "I can't either."

She sighed. "I need my teddy bear," she muttered.

Gohan nodded, understanding. Wanting to make her feel better he whispered, "Well, he can hug me if you want to."

She hesitated and rolled to Gohan's side and placed her head on his chest and wrapped an arm around his waist. Gohan muttered something about warmth and placed his head on hers. Both of them fell asleep into a peaceful slumber. Or at least one of them did.

Later on in the night she shot up straight up in bed. Gohan was still asleep. She looked at the clock and found it was illuminating 3: 00 am. She had the worst dream ever. It was so real—as images of Freiza beating Goku before he breached to a new stage of power—super saiyan. She saw when Freiza would toy him around and beat him. She cried as it hurt her. It hurt her too, or was it all in her head? Inside she would feel *some* pain that he would feel as it was a mixture of mental and emotional pain. She fell back onto the bed, trying to fall asleep again, but she couldn't. She tiptoed out of the bed and walked through the hall. Standing in front of Goku's room she quietly opened it. She found her mother sprawled on it, snoring. She smiled a bit and then it vanished when she realized Goku wasn't there. She closed it slowly and walked outside, getting some air. She opened the front door and found him sitting in a rocking chair, gazing at the stars, probably contemplating about space.

"Going any where?" he spoke softly, not looking at her.

She scratched her left arm nervously and faced him, "No, I was looking for you."

He turned his head slowly and looked at her even though it was dark. He patted his lap, telling her to sit down on it.

She climbed up and leaned back into his chest. She explained what was wrong—what she saw. He almost choked on what he was hearing. "It wasn't a dream…that's what really happened." He wrapped his arms around her tiny waist as if she was a doll.

 She clutched on his arms, her nails sinking in his flesh, making nails marks, and spoke "Didn't it hurt?"

Goku rested his head on hers and murmured, "Of course it did."

She didn't really like what she was hearing, "Then why did you risk your life to save others?"

He took in a big breath in, "Because I had the weight of the universe on my shoulders. I would do anything to save the Earth so I fought him—and I won."

"No, I did—he came to Earth, remember?" She said in a childish voice.

"Well yeah, but—" He was trying to think of something to back that up.

"But you could have died." She said in a low voice.

There was a momentary time of silence. "Yes I could have died, but I didn't."

She half closed her eyes, glaring up at the stars, "Can you promise me to stay alive?"

He was surprised that she would ask him that. "What do you mean?"

She gripped on his arms again and shifted on his lap, "I mean, would you stay on Earth and protect mom, Gohan and myself? Would you be here for me, for us—like a real dad?" (AN/ trust me there is a reason why she's asking this out of him…I'm thinking—nah you just got to wait and see)

He started to rock on the chair. Yeah, I made that pledge only yesterday, how can I forget. "I promise on my soul, that I be here for this family, especially for you." He felt a smile tugging on his lips.

She sighed in content. She was now curled up into a ball on his lap and her head resting on his chest. Feeling his arms protectively around her she said in a cool caressed whisper, "Good night daddy."      

He kissed her head and spoke gently, "Good night," watching her fall asleep in a peaceful slumber and you know what—she had no nightmares.

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Woah my ass hurts. That was a long chapter eh? I'm not sure if that was interesting though. If you do read this I'd like to know that you are by reviewing—even saying three words like, "Keep it up" or something to keep my spirits going. I really love reviews!!

I just came back from the cottage—obviously by the time I upload this I wouldn't, but I have a lot of itching mosquito bits and it's pissing me off (but it doesn't beat the 200 ones I got in Guyana—now that hurt, I want covered in liquid things most of the time)—so if your nice review even by saying some teeny eeny words, so I know if you are reading this. If you have any questions please ask—I'll be happy to answer them next chapter…

Next chapter…er…I'm not sure what I'm writing…you just got to check it out aiight. Wait I might be writing her learning the Kamehameha attack since Goku doesn't really want to fight her—and guess what, she's going to meet Icarus—you know that purple dinosaur I mean dragon, that Gohan is in love with…I have evil plans for it *cracks knuckles* Lata! Kiss kiss

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