AN/ OH MAN OH MAN I JUST DID SOMETHING INCREDIABLY STUPID!! I warn you thrill seekers out there…don't even try to eat a pepper ball. I just finished eating dinner and I had half of the papper ball left and I asked my mom if she dared me to eat it and she said yes so I did and I chew it—when I meant to only swallow it and my mouth is burning like hell's fire. Even though I tried to extinguish the burning with countless drinks of milk (which I despise) it didn't work—that well. It's funny how cold the water is in your hands and in my mouth it feel like nasty warm water…just to let you know never try it at home…

Disclaimers: I miserably do not own DBZ—if I did this wouldn't be just a fic. And hopefully this will be my last one because I'm stating now that I do not own DBZ through out this entire fic…

Unforgettable

Written by the somewhat infamous Goku's Daughter

Chapter 6: Irony

"I asked God for a flower, he gave me a garden. I asked God for a tree, he gave me a forest. I asked God for a river, he gave me an ocean. I asked God for a friend, he gave me you."

            It was past nine in the morning. She yawned and lazily got out of Gohan's bed, not bothering of looking at herself in the mirror. She guessed that after she dozed off Goku probably brought her back here. She trudged to the kitchen where she found breakfast was being served. She looked up, rubbing her eyes, making sure she was seeing right. It was literally a pile of food waiting for her. Okay, maybe not all is for her—but Goku and Gohan were waiting for her to join them so they could begin to eat. She walked up to the table and said morning in a soft voice.

            They replied a good morning back to her and Chichi asked, "Did you brush your teeth?"

            She shook her head, her face full of confusion, "The bathhouse…is gone, and how am I supposed to brush my teeth?"

            Chichi crossed her arms over her chest, with a greasy spatula in her hands, eyes half closed, and her face full of arrogance. "Well, I told Goku fix it before he gets no food for a week. He told Bulma about it last night and she hired people to fix it. By the time they came it was 4 am and when I woke up—it was fixed. Now the bathroom is part of the house." She glared at Goku, who had his head lying down on the table waiting for the food, and then Chichi directed the child to the new bathroom.

            About a minute or so she was out and Goku and Gohan's face lit up. They could finally eat. She sat at the table saying a prayer in her head, as it was a habit. Thank Kami for this food; please bless it, as you would also watch over me. Please let me finally be happy and live in peace. Let them be my real family. Let them love me and cherish me as I would too. I ask of you for a family and friends—and to be happy. Amen.  She dug in as the rest of them did.

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            She held the paper in her hand, glaring at it as it was a disease or something, "Uh, this is too easy for me. I already learned this stuff." She handed the textbook back to Chichi who only let herself to sigh. She quietly watched her go through Gohan's old school materials and books for her to study, noticing she was going through it all pretty quickly. Chichi finally made her write many tests and in conclusion she was only a grade level behind Gohan—she had the intelligence of a grade 8 student.

            "Can I go a spar now? Please," she whined, closing a textbook in a swift movement, placing it on Gohan's desk.

            Gohan's face lit up, dropping the pencil onto the book, "Yeah, please mom. We were studying for 4 hours! Can't we go and look for dad and train or something. Please." He also whined—they both whined unison and they were good at it.

            Chichi grudgingly sighed and placed some books back on the shelf. She had to give in, even when Gohan would whine by himself it was hard for her to say no, now there're two of them, both persisting, which made it worse. "All right," she began in a warning monotone. "I'm giving both of you 3 hours. When 3 hours is up I want all three of you to come back for lunch. Then its back to studying for you Gohan, while Chika and I go to Capsule Corp to get Bulma, then we are going shopping!"

            Chika smiled agreeably while Gohan groaned. "That's not fair mom, can't I train while your gone, or anything else than studying, puh-leeeeeeeeeeeeeez."

            Chichi grinned devilishly, "Well, then you can come along with us."

            Gohan frowned and glared at her. "No thanks, I don't want to go shopping. I guess I'll just have to study." But with you gone I can always sneak out…mwahahahahaha

            Chika looked clueless at the both of them and then realizing that she could go. She smiled sweetly and grabbed Gohan's wrist, hauling him out of the house. She ran and gradually elevated up into the air taking flight. "Come on Gohan, let's go and look for Dad!" She waved her hand waiting for him to catch up to her. When he did she powered up and flew the direction where she felt Goku's ki, with Gohan following closely behind.

            Moments later they found him fighting with Piccolo. She heard Gohan shout out, distracting Goku, giving Piccolo a good chance to punch him in the face. Of course he took the opportunity and knocked him to the ground. Chika flew down near them, touching the ground and ran up to Piccolo. She grinned happily and hugged him, which took him by surprise.

        "Hey kid, nice to see you again alive and well," he said, ruffling the little girl's hair. Piccolo was glad she got to see her again, even though she had broken her promise, he still forgave her because she knew what she was doing. Or so he thought—luckily that boy named Trunks came in and saved her. He would have been lost what was going on, but fortunately for him he's a Namek and heard every bit of detail what Trunks told Goku. The part of Trunks being Bulma's and Vegeta's son dryly amused him to say the least—but to be serious, if the androids were to come he was glad to have her on their side. He intended for Goku to train her, making her a great asset to the team and if he will not train her, Piccolo will just have to do it himself. Even if she was stronger than him, she lacked skill, and that was an important factor of a fighter.

            She let go of her grasped and then turned to Goku, "Can we spar?"

            Goku scratched the back of his head nervously, "Uhhh." He really didn't want to fight her yet and Piccolo picked this up.

            Chika frowned at his unwillingness to fight and persisted, "OR can you at least teach me to do an attack?"

            Goku's face lightened up, "Uh, sure! How about I teach you the Kamehameha attack?"

            She was ecstatic and nodded slowly as she imitated Goku's stance. Gohan and Piccolo went to the side to watch, waiting to be slightly entertained, especially after when Piccolo had that little incident with Chika when teaching her how to use her ki. So it'll most likely be amusing whatever Goku had up his sleeve, especially when Goku was an idiot...

            Well Piccolo couldn't figure out if Goku was an idiot or a total genius. He occasionally heard Chichi rant about that at times. Okay, he was an idiot, or so maybe that was his façade. He was incredibly naïve but behind that front he was a genius, he believed briefly as he thought of times that he came through in more ways imagined. But most of the times it seems that he didn't know what were going on—maybe he knew inside, but just didn't want to say anything. Besides, his façade come in handy—especially when he gets in trouble with Chichi. That had always amused him. Anyways, underneath that façade he was probably a genius, especially when it came to fighting. That he had to agree with. He had skill, strength, and stamina. It wouldn't be long for him to teach her how to do Kamehameha—or anything else.

            Goku stepped back into a stance, cupping his hands together, waiting for Chika to imitate him. As she did, he got out of it and correcting any imperfections in her stance or move. Finally she was able to do the first part of Kamehameha flawlessly and it was time to do the actual beam. Goku demonstrated a Kamehameha attack, blowing up a mountain, giving her directions for her to do it. "This technique is an energy wave, which is mustered when the fighter places his or her hands together at the wrists, and chants the syllables. The Kamehameha is a powerful battering ram of continuous energy, which can be diverted by the fighter's arm gestures. Concentrate that energy between your hands—and continue to heave your energy out as you are releasing it."

            Her brows were knotted together as she focused energy in her cupped hands. Doing exactly what Goku did, she recited the words, "Ka," gathering more energy with each syllable, "me," she articulated slowly, "ha", a blue ball was formed between the palms of her hands, "me," she was going to release it when Goku yelled out. "Wait, don't put too much energy into it—you are going to destroy the earth!" He stood in front of her, imitating a kamehameha, without the beam, shooting upwards. She looked up and cried the final syllable, "haaaaaaaaaaa" and shot it upwards. Her beam was—a kamehameha wave, a blue streak of continuous flow of energy—rapidly growing at the rate she was putting energy into it.  When it was over she was breathing hastily and looked at her father, still quite enthusiastic. "Did I do it?"

            Goku looked relieved but then grinned at her will, "Yeah, you did—but don't try putting too much energy into it, you might strain yourself. I guess I should teach you how to direct it."

            Chika fixed her ponytail, knowing that she will fight, and then nodded as Goku flew to a more deserted place. He waited as he saw her following her. Well, well, well, looks like this is going to be your first lesson, let's just hope I have the guts to do this… He didn't smile and turned super saiyan—as she transformed effortlessly. He knew he was going to regret fighting—but if this was the only way to help and teach her, why not? Unfortunately there were many reasons not too.

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            She lay on the floor panting, wiping the blood off her mouth. She saw blurs of Gohan and Piccolo passing by as they were sparring. Piccolo unleashed one of his attacks, "Masenko!" and fired it at Gohan. She then saw him swiftly counter, moving to the side then releasing a Kamehameha wave. Piccolo jumped out of the way, leaving it stray, coming right at her. She struggled to get up and transformed back to super saiyan, applying her new knowledge of ki—directing the blast to Goku, who she was still sparring with. She got used to the two new things she learned and practiced them on Goku. Since she really couldn't develop her skills when fighting, she'll just learn new attacks—from the fighters. Her desire flourished with each blow Goku gave her in learning all of the fighter's techniques, even if she had to deal with Vegeta.

            The fight raged on as the fighter's paced if not a purple dragon interrupting the spars. Chika was about to shoot a beam towards Goku, but when the purple dragon flew in front of her; she panicked and yielded the technique, causing her to crash into it. They plummeted to the ground with the dragon on top. She panicked again, waving her hands under the dragon, terrified. "Ahhhhh—help! This thing is going to eat me!"

            Gohan and Piccolo stopped fighting and saw what happened. They wanted to laugh—but if they did with the glint in her eyes of passion, they knew they might call themselves for a butt kicking—or a tongue-lashing. They flew down to her rescue.

            "This is not funny!" she screamed, with her temper she was about ready to blow the thing up.

            Gohan waved his hand nervously with a new roll of sweat popping out of his skin. "No, don't kill it, it's harmless." He watched as the dragon got off and began to lick her face.

            She winced as she felt his sloppy saliva smothered over her face. "This thing is preparing to eat me by tasting me! Help me—take him off!"

            The men sweat dropped at her and scooted Icarus away from her. Gohan turned to Icarus, "Icarus, this is Chika, my sister." He then turned to Chika, "Chika, this is Icarus, my pet dragon! Don't be afraid of him…he won't hurt you. He likes you."

            "Yeah, probably wanting to eat me," she muttered under her breath. She hesitated to do anything, because she really didn't want to get eaten by the dragon. She turned to Goku who gave her a "don't-worry-he's-safe-look" and then to Piccolo, who could really careless. She walked slowly up to the dragon, petting it. As she didn't expect, the dragon, tackled her down, licking her again. This time she laughed instead of screaming for it tickled her. "Looks like the dragon likes you," Goku exclaimed happily. Later she was able to push him off. "Hey Gohan, your mom—"

            "Our mom," he corrected chastely.

            She fought to smile, "Yes, our mom, she actually let's you keep it?"

            Gohan bit the inside of his lower lip, "Well, um, not exactly. I can play with it but it's not aloud to come home with us—she yelled at me and gave me a lecture about "no bringing dragons home", but dad found a home for it. Come on!" He motioned his head to the way he was flying, as the rest followed back to Icarus's "home".

After the short tour she exclaimed that she wanted one too. Everyone else sweat dropped, explaining Icarus was a rare creature and the odds for finding one was…really difficult. She pouted stubbornly, saying she will find one too, just for her. She just flew off looking for one. Goku tried to call her back but it was no use. Piccolo put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it, forcing him to look at him. "Goku, do you know who you are dealing with? She was born to fight. If you're not going to train her, I will."

Goku licked his bloody lip, knowing he saw how he hesitated to fight. "No, I want to train her, but it's so difficult—because she's a little…"

Piccolo frowned, almost feeling sorry for him, almost, "Girl. I know that's your weakness Goku. You have a choice. You can teach her everything you know, or I will teach her everything she needs to know." Piccolo dropped his hand, returning it to his side and turned to Gohan who was trying to feed the dragon. He told Gohan he's going and flew off with a face full of determination.

 An hour later she found a pink dragon and named it "Seripa", for no apparent reason, she just liked that 'word'. She brought it back to the house, as everyone was dumbfounded. "It wasn't that hard to find her."  She said, stroking her small horn.

            Chichi, who almost fainted at the sight of another dragon, dropped the food on the floor. Goku groaned and headed to the other dragon. Icarus only the other hand didn't hesitate to meet her (his possible mate *hint hint*) and moved behind it, sniffing her scent, and then moving his head down, sniffing her butt. The female dragon didn't seem to mind as it waited then doing the same, also sniffing his end. She growled a bit but then nuzzled her nose to his, already liking him, and then flying away with him without notice.

            Chika yelled back at them, "Wait! Come back! I didn't say you could go!" But it was too late. They were gone. She groaned as she turned to the table, feeling Goku's hand on her shoulder saying, "Don't worry, they'll come back later." They both sat at the table, savouring a very good lunch.

            Later on Chichi and Chika headed to Capsule Corp. Although it was uncomfortable for them to be alone together, it was a good time for mother and daughter bonding. Chichi has learned many things from her like how she thinks the world is going to end and everyone and everything will be destroyed, tribulation. That was an eye popper, scaring Chichi a bit but knowing that Gero did raise her—she probably knows a lot of things that Chichi doesn't want to know. At least she got something decent out of her mouth, like her favourite colours are sea foam and crimson red. She took that piece of information and applied it to when she was going shopping for stuff in her room, like paint and linens, necessities for her room. Chichi opened the door of C.C. telling Chika she was going to look for Bulma. Chika wondered off in the house, heading to the GR looking for Vegeta.

            She opened the door and softly smiled, desperately trying to be modest towards Vegeta. "Hello Prince."

            Vegeta touched the ground walking towards her with a predatory smile on his face, crossing his arms. "I told you not to call me Prince."

            She flounced beside him innocently, "I know, but I like calling you that. So what are you doing?"

            He didn't notice the chill in the room as she watched him intensely. "What else do I do in the Gravity room?"

            She propped down, crossing her legs, "It must be nice to be able to fight." She sighed, putting her wrists together in front of her as she would for the kamehameha attack, still a little fascinated with the wave.

            Vegeta didn't bother to turn around as he messed around with the gravity controls, "Well I couldn't fight today. You broke the damn machine yesterday and Bulma isn't going to fix it today, nor will her father. So I won't be able to fight either."

            Chika ignored the part of him blaming her that she broke the machine. She nibbled on her thumbnail nervously, afraid to say something, "Prince, can I ask you something?"

            This time Vegeta turned to her. "What is it child?"

            She then fiddled with her show lace nervously, "Can you train me? Be my sensei or something, making me a better fighter?"

            Vegeta didn't know to laugh or to cry his ass off. His lips curled up into a smirk. "Why, your idiotic father has not willingly trained you?"

            She shot an icy glare at him. "NO, I can see that he doesn't want to fight me. I know that I need something to make me better, I thought my father could give me that, but I guess he doesn't." She could feel the tears stinging her eyes, trying to keep them in. "I need skill, and I thought he could help me with that, but, he doesn't want to fight me and I thought, maybe, you can, well can you?" Her voice was a strain of a whimper.

                Vegeta sat down beside her and breathed in softly. He hated kids with the passion, especially when they cried, it annoyed him—he had some pity on his nurses when he was a baby, he mused.  "First of all, before you cry, your baka father doesn't hate you for not wanting to fight you—he is just too soft and by the way, that is a sign of weakness. As for training you, I would love to beat you down and make you cry for your father." Besides, more the way to get inside your head, shaping you the way I wanted you to be.

            She blinked as realization dawned upon her, her face full with anticipation. She could have hugged him, but knew better. "Prince, do you think you can keep this a secret for now?" She asked openly, putting her pinky out for a pinky-promise.

            Vegeta frowned, looking at the pinky, not knowing why the hell she was doing that. "Fine, I could careless if your father finds out, but I want your ass here tomorrow around 2, then we will begin our training."

            Chika frowned at him for not confirming his promise with her pinky. She glared at him. Waiting. Impatiently. Stubbornly.

Vegeta shook his head lightly, "What?"

There was a frown of impatience gathering on her forehead. "You go like this," and raised his hand, putting down all the fingers except the pinky and laced it with her. "See, that's called a Pinky promise."

Vegeta just blinked. Yeeeeeeaaaaaaahhhhhh suuuuuurrrrrrreeeeeee What did he get himself into? He could care less about these petty Earth things that these Earthlings indulge themselves into.

Chika's hands clenched to her sides, speaking with anticipation, "Thank you Prince, I will be here tomorrow. I can't wait!" And trotted off, leaving a mystified Vegeta behind, figuring out what just happened. She actually thinks I can make her better. Well if she needs skill I'll just have to beat it into her. Vegeta grinned; kicking the machine, hoping it would work as Bulma always did. To his luck, it broke into pieces. "Fuck," he muttered fiercely, and walked out of the Gravity room, arms crossed.

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            Bulma sighed softly as she was helping Chichi pack up the things they bought into the car's trunk. She admits it was an interesting afternoon shopping with Chichi and her little demi-saiyan. Okay, maybe it was fun. Only hanging around Chika for one afternoon it was hard not to like her. She wasn't too hyper or obnoxious like a lot of brats she would see crying at the store. She was sweet and nice. It amused her when they passed by a maternal store, where they sold maternity items for pregnant woman. They passed by it, not noticing how Chika was staring at it, looking at little confused.

            "Uh, why are those clothes so…big?" she asked, tugging on Chichi's dress.

            "Uhhhhhh…" Chichi stuttered, not really knowing what to say, aware that she will eventually ask where babies come from.

            Bulma smiled sweetly, "It's for pregnant women, hunny." Chichi shot a glare at her as Bulma chose to ignore it.

            Chika nodded in realization, but then her forehead cringed in thought. "Then, where do babies come from?"

            Both ladies blinked, not knowing what to say. Chichi fought to frown. "Well, God give women babies."

            Chika scratched the back of her head, still persisting. "Then why does God give it to women?" 

            Not wanting to disappoint her, both women knew they had to tell her something. Bulma blurted out, "Because God likes woman better!"

            Chichi brows snapped together. "Bulma!"

            Bulma looked at her as if she was crazy, "Why, would you rather tell her the truth!"

            Chichi then turned back at Chika, who grinned knowing there was another reason God gave it to women. "Um…because…How about I'll tell you when you're older." It was hard not to notice how her voice was strangled.

            Bulma tried not to smile, "Yeah, like that's going to work. I say we tell her everything now."

            Chika stood beside Bulma, crossing her arms, "Yeah, before I get ideas and look for the answer myself."

            Chichi sighed, "You are too young."

            Chika made fake tears in her eyes in one attempt to sway Chichi's mind, "PUUUUUUHHHHHH—LEEEEEEEEEEEZZZZZ tell me!!"

            Chichi crossed her arms and turned the other way, not wanting to be turned mush when looking at her sad face. "Fine. I'll make a deal with you, when you are 10 I will tell you."

            Chika looked hopelessly at Bulma then back at her, her forehead wrinkled in thought. "That's four years!"

            Chichi smiled firmly, "I know."

            Chika didn't give up. "That's not fair. Why is it so bad to tell me where babies come from?" She waited for an answer, and she didn't get one. "I see, so you don't have a reason…" She looked at Bulma once more than back at Chichi, developing a wicked idea. "Please…mommy," she said, trembling her lip, knowing that her heartbreaking and distressing emotion will sway Chichi's mind.

            Chichi glanced at her, not willing to give up, then frowning in defeat. She wasn't sure what Chika would do if she didn't get her way—especially if she was determined ot know the answer. Knowing the fact that she was female might be her downfall in controlling her. She was certain she could easily control the men in the family, but she couldn't shrug off another uncanny feeling that she will be different. She began to speak "When a man and woman fall in love—" She stopped and looked at Bulma for reassurance, or anything to help her.

            Bulma stood beside Chichi and helped her friend out. "When a man loves a woman the man would want to give something special to this woman—which is a child."

            Chika stood there, not believing a word that they said. "But I thought you said, 'God gives us this baby'?"

            Chichi nodded, unsure what she would say next. "Well, yeah. God gives the baby a soul."

            Chika smiled weakly, still not satisfied with their explanation. She could pound them with a hundred more questions but it'd probably be better if she asked someone who would tell her. "Soul…hmm…fine. You have four years to tell me, remember that," she snapped.

            Chichi almost collapsed to the floor, having a feeling it wasn't over. "Will you continue to look for the answer?"

            Chika looked deviously at her mother. "I can't promise you I won't." and flounced off towards the food court.

            Bulma smiled, remembering what happened. Yes, she was an interesting girl, but she couldn't help seeing her eyes at times, the eyes filled with pain and sadness. She really wanted to know what happened to her when she was younger, raised by Dr. Gero. She knew she wasn't going to her anything of her past, except her life with her mother, Ashley. At least she got Chika's consent to come over to C.C. to take multiple tests. Immediately, she agreed, maybe a little too quickly. She also noticed the glint in Chichi's eyes, noting to herself to speak with her that it was important to take tests, so in the future it wouldn't surprise her if any changes would happen to her, especially in her body. As for her contemplation of Vegeta seeking Chika as a future "Queen" her thoughts were at rest when he told her, no showed her, how much he loved her, and she was his mate. But she couldn't help but wonder if she wasn't around, then would Vegeta wait…

Bulma fumbled to get her car keys out of her purse as Chika hoped into the back seat, her attention focused on both ice cream cones in each of her small hands, licking both of them hurriedly as they were melting under the blaze of the sun. Chichi walked around, paying attention where she was stepping, and then noticing something fall to the floor. Her eye almost twitched as she saw what it was and gasped. She looked at Bulma, not really needing an explanation, who almost looked ashamed.

            Chichi walked to her, grasping on her shoulder for support. She spoke gently, "Bulma…"

Bulma trembled quietly, picking up the box. "Chichi…I'm scared."  

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Ehehe I'm so nice leaving it on a cliffhanger (my first too)! Can you guess what's going to happen? I also got the name Seripa from a female saiyan in Bardock's crew, even though in the English version of the special he calls her Vosha, or Vasha. I used it for a reason so don't worry I have to build on the plot, which sadly has to be done.

I can't wait until she's old enough to have a fling, and you wouldn't guess who...mwahahaha I'll make you wait *grins*

So let's recap a bit, she's secretly going to see Vegeta to train and how will Goku, well if he ever finds out, which I'm sure won't be that long. Hehehe

Next chapter: -Tien's having trouble having this girl under control and we find out what Bulma's secret is!

Review please

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How old do you think I am from how I write? No cheating because I want to know if I write well for my age or like crap (well that's putting it nicely).

Until next time my lovely people!

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-Goku's Daughter