AN/ I'm watching 8 full hours of DBZ on YTV—Right now "Dead last (or zone I forgot)" is showing so pardon me if anything doesn't make sense. Ahaha, stupid Garlic Junior got his butt kicked by Gohan.
Oh I got another note. If you see spelling errors like favourite, it's really not an error. I'm Canadian so some of our words are spelt differently, like favorite in USA is favourite in Canadian.
And I special shout out to EDPT girl, SSJ Pasha and 02 cuz at the time when I'm writing this these are like the only three people who actually grew my confidence in this fic (by reviewing and 'praising my work') and I want to really thank you guys (o I see them blushing) and check out their stories…it's great. And yeah I'm not really good at praises so just please R&R and help me boast my confidence as I feel myself going down (read my fic The truth: A product of depression, then you can understand how depressed I am)—I literally feel like I'm going down a spiral, especially with school right around the corner (and I didn't get to go to NYC this year, broke our damn tradition—scratch that, we'll be going this year like on the 16th but only for a couple of days and if my dad feel good [cuz he sick most of the time] then we'll be going for a week, so expect delays of this fic on that week.)
And congrats to Mel-chan who guessed what the thing was that fell out of Bulma's purse
*evil cackle in the background*
So enjoy and R&R if you care of anything (about the story, or my depression)
Unforgettable
Written by the somewhat infamous Goku's Daughter
Chapter 7: Makes no difference
So when you hold onto
The past and you
Will break down what little is left
There is nothing more
You can't ignore
I'd say it makes no difference to me
-Sum 41, makes no difference
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"Stupid bitch! I demand to know where the hell she went!" He roared, showing her no mercy, possessively holding her up by the throat.
She was trembling under his wrinkly hand, sorely feeling light headed. Relived that he soon let go of his wrath he waited for an answer as she was gasping for air. "I DON'T KNOW!"
"Do you think I'm stupid? I know she was living here with you before I left, where the hell did she go?" He yelled at her again, bringing his hand in front of her face, threatening to shoot.
"If I knew where she went, I would have told you!" She said, still trembling, but able to speak calmly, even under this circumstance.
"Stupid hoe, if you hid her from me, I'll kill you NOW!" He bellowed down at her. He failed to notice her wince as his blood pounded fiercely in his head.
She winced under his superficial hand, holding onto nearby furniture for support. "I don't know where she went, now please, leave me alone. First you bribe me, and then when I refused you carried out your desire, without my consent. Now you expect to have an eye on her 24/7?"
His cheek twitched for a moment and thought about it. He snarled at her, "You're her mother!"
She fumbled trying to stand up. "Listen, I'm not her mother, you know who her mother is—now leave! I don't have what you want. She left six months ago! Go and check her room—she packed and left without saying anything. Honestly, that's all I know Gero!" She cowered under his glare, shaking tremendously, pointing to the direction to her room.
He snarled again, going off to her room. Later when he came back he quickly and ruthlessly apologized, knowing that if she did know anything she wouldn't have told him, which really didn't make a difference. He grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him as he felt her try to squirm out. "I'm gone for 8 months, and this is what happens? She will pay…" not able to finish his sentence as he listened to her shriek in pain as he burned her left arm. He dropped her to the ground, looking at his watch then walking out casually, not bothering to close the door.
Ashley groaned in pain, feeling tears stinging her eyes. She couldn't help to keep them in. She stumbled to the phone, muttering something harshly like, "Sonuva bitch," while dialing 911.
After speaking to someone and hanging up waiting for their arrival, she sat down and sighed.
6 months she was gone you asshole and you know what, I let her go! She's safer with her father than you…Gero, stupid dickhead. Yes, it was 6 months that she left and moved in with her new family. Not surprisingly she fit in, doing fine. Just a couple of weeks ago (okay, maybe a couple of months) it was her 7th birthday and she came over, celebrating her birthday with her. Obviously she went back and shared a party with her new family, which did not enrage her least. She would always be her daughter too, not helping but to think about Chika's well-being. She silently held a framed picture of her on her birthday, stroking over her face, allowing more tears to fall free onto her cheek. "I love you," she whispered. She slumped into the couch, waiting for the paramedic's arrival.
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Goku watched, somewhat amused of Tien's face, bringing Chika back from Kami's Tower he guessed. Even the attacks that Piccolo and Gohan were throwing at each other didn't quite compete with Tien's unstrained cursing and Chika's shrieks of outrage. Goku crossed his muscular arms and waited until they arrived.
Tien couldn't help but power up to hurry the arrival to Goku. His expression was an unsettling blend of fear and fury, dragging Chika by the back of her gi (somewhat similar to Goku's). When she tried to break his grip, he grabbed her from behind and lifted her off her feet.
"Put me down Tien!" Chika cocked her knee and positioned her leg back into Tien groin, applying pressure.
Tien growled and dropped her.
Instead of falling, Chika executed a neat roll in the air before springing to her feet, still a foot above the floor, and unleashing a string of profanities in more languages Goku could identify.
Goku forced himself to look authoritatively neutral and decided, reluctantly, that this wasn't the best time to discuss "Language Appropriate for Young Ladies". He began. "Chika, kicking a man," looking at Tien, realizing he was alien, "or alien, in the balls may be an effective way to get his attention, but not something a child should do." He winced as he thought he sounded like Vegeta, then winced again as she turned all her attention on him.
"Why not?" she demanded. "It works." She crossed her arms and stared at Goku.
Goku was about to protest when Tien cried in outrage. "Goku, this is not the problem."
"Then what is the problem?" Not that he really wanted to know what the problem is.
Tien pointed at Chika as his eyes shifted in wavering emotions that you couldn't really tell what he was thinking. "That little…she…tell him!"
Chika clenched her hands and glared at Tien. "It was your fault. You laughed at me and wouldn't teach me. You knocked me out!" She pointed down at him, shooting an icy glare down at him.
Goku raised one hand. "Slow down. Teach you what?"
"He wouldn't teach me how to do split form technique," Chika said accusingly.
Tien got up and shouted back at her. "You haven't got the training!"
"Because you wouldn't teach me!"
"And I'm damn well not going to!"
Chika flung out an alien curse, something she must have learned from Vegeta. Unfortunately Tien understood what she said and his eyes popped out.
Goku's face tuned an alarming shade of purple before he pointed toward Gohan and Piccolo and roared. "GO!"
Chika flounced towards them with Tien limping after her. He then stopped knowing that Goku was talking to Chika as he felt his strong hand grasping on his shoulder, somewhat for support.
Goku clamped his other hand over his mouth. He wanted to laugh. Oh Kami, how he wanted to laugh but the look in Tien's eyes warned him that if he so much as chuckled, they were going to engage in a no-holds-barred brawl.
"You find this amusing," Tien mumbled, finding the pain in his groin not lessening.
Goku cleared his throat several times. "I think it's difficult for you to find yourself in the losing end of a scrap with a seven-year-old girl. I didn't realize a fighter's ego bruises easily—well maybe Vegeta's."
Tien's grim expression didn't change.
Goku became a little annoyed. "Be reasonable. She wants to learn techniques when fighting. I already taught her all the moves I know, including Solar Flare, and she picked up Masenko, Tri-beam Cannon, Destructo disk, and Big Bang attack from Piccolo, Krillin and Vegeta. You know how well she learns these tings. You know how strong she is."
"I saw a lot more than that," Tien snapped.
Goku ground his teeth and counted to ten. "So tell me."
"Well she asked me to spar with her. I agreed and during it she proved to me that she could do Solar Flare. Then her assault continued and I decided to use split form technique…"
Goku felt a tug at his lips. "…and she wanted to learn how to do it."
Tien reluctantly nodded and continued. "After a minute or so she said she was becoming bored and stopped fighting. Then she said she was hungry. I couldn't blame her—she's a Saiyan." Tien saw the pleased look in Goku's eyes. Disregarding it he shuddered and continued. "She almost ate all of Kami's food and possibly drank alcohol."
Goku clamped onto his pants. "She what?" Does Kami even have alcohol at his look out?
"I'm guessing she did, or it was a natural high for her. So then she asked me to teach the split form technique to her. I said no, because I wasn't sure what she would do with a possibility of her having alcohol in her body—or if she was old enough to learn the technique, and do it properly. I held my ground and refused to teach her. She then floated into the air, about 100 feet into the air…and then dividing herself into 12 Chika's. Do you still find this amusing?"
Goku clamped onto hi pants even tighter. His whole body shook. "So what did you do?"
Tien snorted, "I almost killed her." Okay maybe I can't kill her… "Unfortunately she knows how to use Kaioken," he paused glaring at Goku. "…and dodged at all my attempts to slow her down. So I did a Solar Flare attack and when all of her 12 selves were blinded I was able to knock all of them down on top of each other and she fused back to one person." He found it hard not to cross his arms and give Goku a glare.
"Oh Kami," Goku muttered.
Tien nodded, "So what are you going to do?"
"Talk to her," Goku replied grimly as he then called out her name and watch her swiftly fly back. "Chika."
Chika approached them, her anger cooled to the unyielding determination he'd come to recognize all to well.
Fighting to control his temper, Goku studied her for a moment. "Tien told me what happened. Have anything to say?"
"Tien didn't have to laugh at me. I don't laugh at him."
"Being able to split yourself requires a lot of energy and understanding how the attack is performed."
"…you don't need that much power to use that technique. Even Tien said I was strong—and I understand how everyone's attack was performed by…" she continued in a tiny voice, "Gero."
Goku didn't know which was worse: Chika doing something outrageous, or Chika being somewhat reasonable.
Sighing, Goku closed his hands over her small, dangerous hands. "You frightened him. How was he to know you wouldn't just not return to one—and then decide to destroy everyone?"
"I would have said something, or at least have an evil cackle like Vegeta," she replied, somewhat chastened.
Goku closed his eyes for a moment, thinking furiously. "All right. If you want to be taught by any one—any attack or technique you must promise to follow their instructions and take the training in the proper order. No diving from Kami's lookout, no surprising demonstrations…" Her guilty look made his heart pound in a very peculiar rhythm. He finished in a strangled voice, "…no teasing or enraging them…until they are ready for you to try the attack." He really didn't like to be the one to give the death glare to the child…it hurt, and Chichi was damn good at it already.
Tien turned away, muttering a string of curses, knowing that he still had to teach her how to do the technique. Okay so she knows how to do it but the problem might be how to come back as one person?
"Deal?" Goku asked, holding his breath.
Chika nodded, unhappy but resigned. She didn't look up at him.
Goku swallowed hard; about to ask her what else she tried without anyone else knowing. Fortunately Chichi called out for dinner. His stomach responded in a growl and he scratched the back of his head innocently enough, grinning. "Well Tien, it's time for us to go."
Chika solemnly looked up. Her expression then shifted as she grinned with enthusiasm. "Yes, I'll be at Kami's tower tomorrow, so be ready!" She waved her hand to him and flew off.
When she was gone, Goku looked at Tien with concern. "I hope you take into account that she's 7 years-old and a little girl."
"I'm going to work her ass off, Goku. If I'm going to train her for a while until she gets a hang of the split form technique, and it seems I have no choice, I'll train her as I was trained." He grinned maliciously. "Besides, I'm sure Piccolo will love being her opponent when she learns to split herself—like he can."
Goku tried respond with a smile as he watched Tien take off. As he was beginning to think about her training his stomach growled again. Goku silently apologized to his stomach then using the IT technique…knowing it won't be long before she learned all of the fighter's techniques, the ones she would be able to do because of her race. It also wouldn't be long until he would have to teach her the IT technique. Knowing that he told her to wait to learn that technique—telling her it might be the most difficult to perform. Unwillingly she agreed, only doing it because that's the only way she'll learn.
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Bulma looked at the mirror, studying herself. Damn you Vegeta…for making me so damn fat. She held her hands on her stomach knowing little less then 3 months are left before her son or daughter will be born. She almost sighed to herself if not Chichi knocking on the door.
"Bulma, would you like anything?" She said calmly standing at the doorway.
Bulma smiled weakly, "Thanks, but no thanks. I think I'm all right."
Just then Chika bounced into the room, holding a baby blue bag, probably a gift. "Yamcha just dropped this off. He would stay for the baby shower but he said he has things to do."
Bulma made her way to Chika, taking the bag away from her then sitting on the bed, opening it. Chika flounced beside her innocently, resting a chin on her shoulder, watching in suspense, wondering what Yamcha has bought for Bulma.
Bulma pulled out the package slowly, almost gasping what she read on the out loud.
Dear Bulma, sorry I can't make it—I have places to be and as much as I love you—I'm really sorry. I hope your son or daughter will have a great life as they would have a great mother. As I token of my love I'd like to present you with this…
Open it in the baby's room.
Bulma nibbled on her lower lips then carefully opened the package. It was a capsule. She slowly stride to the baby's room which they just finished painting. She triggered the capsule and threw it on the carpeted floor. After the smoke settled, a baby blue crib, rocking chair, toys and a line of clothes was in view. She stared in awe. "My Kami…" she was able to whisper.
Chichi mused, "Yamcha really thinks it's going to be a boy."
Bulma nodded, still mesmerized at the generosity this man still had for her. "I guess so."
Chika pranced beside the crib, stroking the blue wooden furniture. "Oooooooooo it's so smooth and soft…"
Both women mused at her childish observation. Chika then strutted right back to Chichi and tugged her dress making her look down at her. "Can I go and spar with Vegeta?"
Chichi exhaled softly, not wanting her to fight, rather have her study, but really wasn't in the mood to argue, especially when she stayed with Bulma most of the time, helping her with her pregnancy. And trust me she wasn't getting better any day. "All right, but remember to change before you do. I don't want to see your clothes torn!" She warned her as she saw her fly through the halls, "And no flying in the hallways before you break something!"
Chika grinned at her remark and prepared for another viscous battle with the Saiyan Prince. Obviously she knew Chichi didn't know how tense her battle with Vegeta really was. To Chika she wouldn't have it any other way, but if you look at the big picture where countless lives are at stake and one fighter can make all the difference, it made no difference to her if her mother did find out.
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AN/ Well this chapter was short—but hopefully sweet (I may have messed the time when Trunks really suppose to be born, but oh well)
It's sad I'm loosing confidence in this story like I did in my old one (because of the lack of the review I get so I'm going to bother with saying review—even I might…lol)
And you know what my pet peeve is? When people read you damn ass chapter and they don't review, even though it says that—it saves an author a lot more time (and your time) when their confidence is 'boosted' and they have a natural high to type the friggin story out. Yes, I had to let you know, and trust me I have a lot more pet peeves out there but I'm not going to rant.
That's just what happens when I'm depressed.
If I do make a new chapter anytime soon it'll be something good—something that you probably wouldn't think of in a thousand years! Fine I'll give you a hint, because I'm supposedly nice, Chika does the unbelievable and—okay that's all I'm saying. I'm making you review for it this time.
Depressed at the moment,
Goku's Daughter
