'sup, me back from NYC, argh school tomorrow, I don't want to go…
Unforgettable
Written by the somewhat infamous Goku's Daughter
Chapter 9: Don't hold back
"You can close your eyes to things that you don't want to see, but you can't close your heart to things that you don't want to feel."
Goku almost jumped after hearing the word, "needles". He watched his daughter fearlessly walk into the room and lay down onto the chair. A man, no older than 40 with brown auburn hair, walked in, with a mask, most likely to have a smile on his face because of how his eyes were cheery. Goku watched intensely as he put on a pair of gloves and then giving Goku a trusting-reassuring glance. He then heard the man telling his daughter to lie back as he pressed numerous buttons as he then took different medical instrument, stuffing it into her tiny mouth. Goku then jumped as the dentist held something that looked like a needle. Goku came to conclusion that maybe it'd be wise if he would just wait outside—or watch Gohan for a while. Scratch that, watching Gohan was also out of the question, that hygienist may also have a needle with her—Goku will just wait outside.
"Ah, I hate the dentist," Chika miserably mumbled.
"Me too," Gohan pouted.
"Ah, you guys, there's nothing to it. So they put things into your mouth—it's just to clean your teeth and help you." Goku tried desperately to lighten up the spirit. You're not sure what these two can do on a sour day, like the day when they had no food came into his mind. Goku shuddered.
"Yeah, sure," Gohan mumbled, not very happy.
"Yeah, especially when they have…" Chika began.
"NEE-DLES!" Both demi-saiyans chanted and screamed loudly. Pleased with their father's terrified reaction they chanted "needles" for quite some time—until the pain in their mouth was unbearable.
"How are we supposed to eat?" Gohan whined.
"I think I swallowed some fluoride," Chika admitted.
"You were supposed to gargle it for a minute, not swallow it," Gohan murmured.
"I know, but it was by accident—and now my stomach hurts!" She whined loudly. (AN it happened to me—remember this character is based on me—that's why I decided to make it…)
Goku flinched. "Go and ask your mother, because I have no clue how to help your stomach."
"Daddy," Gohan and Chika called, tugging his pants.
Goku looked down at the both of them. "Yes?" he replied as politely as he can.
"WE'RE HUNGRY BUT WE CAN'T EAT ANYTHING!"
Goku sweat dropped. He grasped onto Chika's hand as Chika held onto Gohan's. "Don't worry, we're going home now." He then used the IT technique.
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"Taste it! I didn't put any poison in it!" Chika made a death glare at Goku.
Chichi smiled a bit, "Don't worry, I watched her when she was making it. She's pretty good at cooking though. She picked up almost everything I know how to cook. Compliments to the dentist." She crossed her arms and made a smirk.
Goku scratched his head. So Chika couldn't do much after coming back from the dentist so she decided to learn how to cook—properly. Great. He was expecting her to pester him to learn the IT technique. But she didn't. He wondered if she forgot. He wondered if it was a good thing.
"If you don't try all these stuff I made, I will be very very mad at you because I know how much you love food. NOW eat!" she demanded, pointing a finger at him then gradually to all the food she had prepared for him.
Gohan decided to stroll in, with a grin on his face. "Hey, guess what? I got that nasty taste out of my mouth! I can…" he stopped in mid-sentence as his eyes trailed over the pile of delicious food, lying there, untouched. "…eat…" He wondered why it was untouched. His dad was sitting there—and had not touched it—was something wrong with it. After pondering he raised his head to look at his mother. "Who is this for?"
Chichi uncrossed her arms and trailed her finger over some icing on a chocolate cake. She then licked her finger very seductively, glancing at Goku, savouring it. "For you guys."
Gohan cautiously walked to the table, taking a seat. He crossed his arms, laying it on the table and looked at Goku. "Is there something I need to know before I dig in?"
Goku was going to say something for his sake, but couldn't as Chichi nudge him in the side. "No, son, there's nothing to be worried about."
Chika grinned, "Yeah—dig in."
Gohan cautiously picked up a pair of chopsticks and picked up a bowl of rice, mixed with vegetables and some meat. He gulped and took a bite. He chewed it slowly, being very cautious, and then noticing how delicious it was. He swallowed and smiled. "This is great!" and really dug in. No holding back.
Chika sang out, "Don't hold back your hunger Gohan! I want to know what you really think."
Goku looked guilty but was still nervous. I want some too… He then took a bowl of rice, and followed Gohan's lead. After a couple of bites, he noted it was really good. Maybe not as good as Chichi's, but good enough not to recognize who's cooking it is. He also recognized some other foods that Chichi didn't make, some that she probably learned from Ashley. "Chika, you're going to a master chef when you grow up," he was able to speak, after gulping down a lot of food.
Gohan spitted out what he had in his mouth and stuttered, "T-this is Chika's?" His eye's wavered with concern.
Chika scowled at him. "Just because I almost burned the house last time I tried to cook, it doesn't mean I can't cook at all." She frowned and crossed her arms.
Gohan raised his arms defensively, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that—I just meant—I was surprised. That's all."
Chika tried not to smile, so she just smiled. "You guys enjoy. I'm going to take a shower." She turned and dropped the apron on the counter. She then floated in the air about a feet and flown leisurely to her room, grabbing some clothes, then to the bathroom. I'll just take my time—I mean I don't want to wash those dishes when they are finished, ehehehe…
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Chichi smiled contently as she felt a pair of lips traveling down her neck, nipping at her skin. The children were "gone" out with Piccolo for some "late-night-training-in-the-dark". At first she forbid it—but then it hit her, she wanted Goku—for one night—no interruptions, and her plan was going well. She was glad he had no plans to train tonight; especially after the big meal Chika was able to concoct. He probably caught on to her "plan" as he caught her in the bedroom, naked. Not like she was waiting for him, that wasn't wise, especially when she had two hyperactive Saiyans all over the place. She was "changing". Yes, that's her alibi. Okay, maybe he didn't catch on as Goku blushed and quickly shut the door behind him, closing his eyes, waiting for her to change. She told him that it was okay to look and asked him if he wanted anything. He said he was going to take a shower. She replied chastely that she thought he would be skinny-dipping in a pond nearby. She caught on to that smirk he made as he decisively held her into a tight embrace, beginning with her lips, taunting them countless times, but then he didn't hold back she began shed off his gi, her nails clutching into his skin. He looked into her eyes, they were pleading to him. He just gave her what she wanted, as overwhelming emotions and desire's rushed throughout his body. She groaned as she felt him playing with her breasts and he would continue he assault going down her flesh. Just as it would get better, the phone had to ring. She ignored it. It rang again. Goku stopped and sighed as Chichi got up, reaching the phone. She tried to answer politely, "Hello."
There was a man on the other line, Goku heard. He watched impatiently as his wife's emotion shifted to a sad, sulking face. He looked worried and she caught onto that. Instead of giving him a shadow of a doubt, she didn't smile and continued to frown.
She nodded a couple of times and sniffed as she listened attentively to the caller. Moments later she hung up. She gulped and looked at Goku. She didn't hold back her tears as she shut her eyes, allowing them to be carefree and streaking down her pale flesh. She wasn't crying because they way this person was connected to her. She was crying because she knew it'd hurt her daughter. She felt a hand cup her cheek, feeling Goku's thumb wipe away her tears. She opened it, unsure if she was able to speak.
She stuttered, trying to speak to him. He was silent, waiting for a reply. "She's dead, Ashley died."
Goku numb expression did not fade as he held his wife in a tight embrace.
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"I will tell her," Goku spoke with utter frustration. Oh how he thought Gero might have killed her, but no, she died because of internal complications in her reproductive system. That day when he first met her, she had mentioned a bit that she will die. He understood what she was talking about. Gero messed with her—he did something to her, making her die at an early age. Okay, so it was Gero's fault.
Chichi sniffed as she cleaned her kitchen countless times. She did not miss a spot as she was nervous and did not know what else she can do.
He didn't know what to say. He didn't know how to say anything to her—she might go on a rampage for all he knew. She might decide to look for Gero himself and seek and destroy him. But she didn't really have a reason to touch Gero as long she knew that Gero didn't have anything to do with the passing of one of her mother's. He paced frantically in the room, so nervous and in a wreck. "What should I say?"
Chichi gave up and collapsed into a chair, "I don't know. Just be careful what you say."
There was a moment of silence.
As if on cue Piccolo, Gohan and Chika entered the room. Immediately Piccolo caught on to the tension inhibited by Goku and Chichi as the two siblings happily chatted about some dessert they had a craving for. Piccolo walked through, waiting for the children to come in then closing it behind him. He noticed Goku's ghastly face. Goku didn't even know that Piccolo was there, or had not acknowledged it.
Chichi on the other hand tried to smile, as Gohan casually greeted her. Chichi spoke, her voice strangled, "Gohan hunny…" She didn't know if she should let her son watch his daughter into tears or go hysterical. "Gohan—sit down beside your mother, your father needs to tell something to Chika."
Gohan numbly frowned. He had just caught a glimpse of the tension. He sat down beside his mother and watched Chika's happy emotion alter to a more confused look.
"Tell me what?" she asked, not to happy.
Piccolo sat down, across Goku, sitting on the right of Gohan.
Goku coaxed, it was hard to keep a straight face. He breathed in deeply, before beginning. He held out his slightly shaking hand. She grasped it, knowing something was wrong. Goku tried not to look at her face as he effortlessly picked her up and sat her down his lap.
She turned at him, giving him a questioning glare.
"Ah, this is so hard to say." He paused before continuing. He took a breath in. This time he looked at her. "I'm so sorry—Ashley died today… I'm sorry she's gone."
Chika looked numbly at her mother then looked back at Goku. "Momma…died?" It took a couple of minutes for those words to penetrate into her brain. She eventually flinched away from Goku, collapsing on the ground. She didn't say anything. She froze. She began to tremble as she began to rock herself, mumbling strange things to herself. After a couple of minutes she shook her head violently and gasped. She became hysterical and began to scream her heart out. She kept on screaming, punching the air and ground, leaving a hole around her.
Goku's heart ran a peculiar rhythm as he heard she shriek out in pain. It hurt him so bad… and he couldn't do anything about it. The Dragonballs weren't going to help because sooner or later she would die again—and Chika would go through the same drama.
Piccolo could only close his eyes, hearing her screech out. It hurt his ears…it hurt even more if he looked at her in this mess. Like the way he felt for Gohan, sometimes like his own son, his friend, it wouldn't have been long for him to feel the same way about his sister. Aww, Grasshoppper… I can barely feel you with so much pain—I can hear your screams echoing in my mind—I can even see you hurt, battered in bruise with my eyes shut—what have you and your brother done to my heart…
Chichi clutched her sides, hugging herself. She didn't like what she saw…for all she knew, Chika could destroy them all—or herself. The same type of feeling that Piccolo had for his Grasshopper, Chichi was feeling now. She tried to dismiss her voice from her mind. She tried to ignore the images of suffering from her eyes, even though they were closed. It's as if she calling you, somewhat telepathically…she was trying to call for help…
Gohan on the other hand stood up; his reaction was very much the same. He was trembling for her, feeling part of what she felt, more than what Piccolo and his mother was feeling. His hand reached out towards her. He actually felt her pain. He felt her pain. He felt her hurt. Her blood was running through his veins—he knew what she was feeling. He wanted to reach out and help her. Console her. Hold her. Help her. He slowly walked to her, outstretching his hand to her. She had created a shield around her. She wouldn't let him touch her. He wasn't strong enough to touch her… his father was…
Goku watched as his son tried to help his sister. Only to be hurt even more when his attempt failed. He watched Gohan slump on the floor, looking ghastly pale at her. Looking frozen. It was as if everyone was in a trance or in a nightmare. He then heard Gohan mumble something, "Dad, help her."
Goku gulped as he raised his defenses, unsure if she would let him help her. "Chika," he spoke softly, "Let me help you." She stopped crying out, "No." and refrained from punching the air. She shuddered violently, starring at him with dark-midnight eyes. Those same dark, ebony eyes that now inhibit tears of sorrow. He promised her that he'll be there…he's here now, right? She knew that, then why isn't she letting him help her.
She looked up at him, she looked so hurt and dead, it hurt him more. Goku almost powered up to a super saiyan as he got closer to her. Once he kneeled down beside her she lowered her defenses and shield. She stared at him, breathing hard, not gazing off. "She's really gone? You're not joking?"
All Goku could have done was to shake his head. Once she lowered her defenses low enough for him to touch her, he did. He protectively wrapped his arms around her but she didn't do anything. Still dead. He closed his eyes, concentrating for a heartbeat. He heard it…it was faint…but she still was here. But she didn't do anything—not even hugging him back as she would do. She was cold—so far away. It was hard to try and think what she was thinking of. He pushed her off a little, grasping her shoulder, shaking her gently to look up at him. With one hand he wiped away her tears as he tried to soothe her again. "Chika," he began. "Talk to me."
For a moment, it was insanely quiet. Piccolo decided to open his eyes, not daring to move.
"It hurts." Two single words. Two single words she was able to respond. "Make it go away," she responded dully after another brief moment of silence.
Goku gulped as he also felt something in his eyes as he desperately hugged her back. Desperately hanging on to what he had left of her. He found comfort in stroking her hair, ignoring the scrapes and bruises that inhibited her body. He couldn't remember a time where there were no bruises. "Let it go. Don't hold back your tears."
She whimpered, remembering Vegeta's words. But that was Vegeta. This was Goku, her father. She didn't need to look up at that trusting, confident face of his. His touch, his hold was good enough. She sniffed as she hesitantly rested her head on his chest as she took a couple of breaths in. She then let it go. She didn't hold back a single drop of tear rolling down her face.
Goku couldn't do anything else as he kept stroking her hair, listening to her cry, feeling her wet tears on his chest, and soaking through his t-shirt.
Gohan shift beside him, uncertain what he should do. He nervously got up, watching down at her, giving a glance to Piccolo. He made his move as he knelt down. He patted her back, talking to her inside his head. Of course he thought she couldn't hear him, but she really did.
*It'll be okay*
…And he kissed the top of her head, and then silently headed to his room, not saying a word, not even mentioning the dessert he was craving for.
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So exactly did he get into this position? He didn't know, but he was still content as he felt her daughter breathe slowly as she was asleep on his chest. After her breakdown Chichi thought it would be best if she took a shower, because she probably knew if you cried, it might take some time for her to fall asleep. Goku walked her to the bathroom, discarding her clothing, and placing her in the tub. He was quite surprise that she didn't protest—reminding himself that he'd told her countless of times that he knew what girls look like. He left the room for some then returning with a glass of hot chocolate. He handed the glass to her, watching her sip it as if it was something sour. After a minute or so, Chichi came in with a towel, then shooing Goku out, as she would take over.
Goku walked out, looking a little miserable. Piccolo made a concerned look, "Goku, I have a feeling she going to look for her," he then looked up.
Goku nodded, realizing what he was talking about. "I know. That place up there is nice—would she want to come back?"
Piccolo headed towards the door. "Of course. You're here, Gohan and Chichi are." He lowered his voice, "So is Gero." He left with that, quietly closing the door behind him.
Goku headed to Gohan's bedroom, checking on him, and then hearing something strange from him. Gohan believed that her emotions were tied with his and vice versa. Her blood ran through his veins—her blood sang out to him. Gohan was also in pain. Maybe he didn't feel as much as she felt, but he was sure he felt enough for Gohan to sulk. Goku reassured him with something like, "With every gift there's always a curse, and with every curse there's always a gift. Being a saiyan is a curse and a gift. Having your sister's emotions tied to you could also be a gift and a curse." Gohan understood what he meant. Goku gave him a kiss on the forehead and walked out of his room…heading to the next child of his.
He quietly opened the door and saw her sitting on the bed. Still looking dead, but better than when he first told her. He closed it behind him and sat down beside her. Not wanting to say anything, he was very afraid to say the wrong thing. "You're going to look for her, aren't you?"
She nodded slowly. Her gaze was shifted on him. "Yes, tomorrow, I'm going to go."
"Then get some rest."
"I can't sleep."
He scooped her up, and shifted up on her bed so his head was resting on her pillow. He sighed. She placed her head on his chest and two tiny arms clutching on his clothes. He closed his eyes and felt a couple of tears on his chest. She then breathed slowly, and cringed so her legs were up near her chest. She then asked Goku a question which would change some future occurrence. "Daddy, you know when you promised me that you wouldn't leave us, you meant that right? You wouldn't die?"
Goku nodded, knowing that was the only compulsory answer he could have given her. "Yes, I promised that I'd always be here for you, Gohan and your mother."
She smiled weakly as she climbed up and kissed his cheek, then going back to her original position. "Good answer. Because I love you too much to even think to let you go—especially now."
Goku grinned at the child's words. "I love you too." He then stroked her hair, making her soon fall asleep.
It was after an hour when Chichi went to check on them. They were both asleep on the bed, she smiled. They looked so cute. Chichi quietly walked to the bed, picking up the sheet, covering both of them comfortably, and then giving them a goodnight's kiss…
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After a couple of days the phone rang and Chichi hurriedly picked it up. "Hello? Son residence, how may I help you?" Great, she was sounding like an operator.
"Hello, I'm Scott Baldwin. I'm a lawyer on the behalf of Gero."
Chichi stiffened, "What can I do for you?"
"On the account of the passing of Ashley, Gero has all rights to his daughter."
Chichi became furious, "What daughter would that be?"
"Chika Amalita—"
"Now you listen to me—we adopted her."
"Those papers are void; there is nothing you have for proof."
"Don't argue with me mister! I'm her mother now! You can't take her away from me!" Chichi screeched back at him. Bulma, who was coincidentally with her, watching her panic as Trunks began to cry. (AN don't you think it's funny that when something bad would happen—Trunks would start to cry?)
"Well, I guess I'll see you in the courtroom in a week." He hung up just like that.
Chichi turned at her friend and the crying baby, enraged. "Bulma, call a lawyer!"
Bulma took out her cellular phone and gave her a questioning glare, ignoring Trunks cries for a brief second.
Chichi stated clearly, not wanting to say it again, "Gero is going to try and take away Chika and we're going to stop him."
Bulma gritted her teeth. Sonuva… She didn't have to be told again. She contacted her lawyer right away.
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So how was that chapter? Not so boring eh? Next chapter will be good I think and trust me Gero does have a fighting chance. So pardon my poor intellect of the courtroom. I don't watch Jugde Joe Brown or those shows. Oh some comments—yes Chika's middle name is Amalita, because I'm the author and I said so—and that's also my middle name…Ehehehe—hey don't blame me—remember Ashley (not me) was her "mother" and named her middle name that. Gero probably classified the girl as Gochika (a cross of Goku's and Chichi's name), thus her name became that. Secondly, for any viewers of General Hospital, Scott Baldwin is a lawyer and I decide to put him in this story because I don't like him. As for the lawyer that Bulma is contacting, her name is Alexis Davis—a very good lawyer who could get a mobster out of jail (Sonny Corinthos). But lately she went hysterical because her sister died…because of Sonny (by accident, a bomb was in his warehouse)—which she now hates Sonny now but Alexis is carrying his child after a blissful night of romance. O.o Oops, I went on more than I was supposed to. Anyways, next chapter will be good. Good news—I'm slowly healing and getting out of my depression and bad mood.
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Oh wait! I make you leave without a teaser of the next chapter…
Teaser: Oh my poor judge…what you don't know can certainly hurt you…
Okay maybe it was a bad teaser—can u blame me without giving it all away??
Kiss kiss
-Goku's Daughter
