Sorry if my information is a bit incorrect. The last time I saw of these episodes was more than two years ago. So ha, don't make fun of my bad memory.

IM SO SORRY I TOOK SO LONG TO UPDATE!! I know it isn't like me but school is already a bitch. Aint life a b!tch?! My friend slit her wrist… I cut my tongue with a fricken lollipop, I got drenched today because I decided to go to the plaza in the heavy rain. Smart me huh? Oh, one more thing…. OO la de da

If ff.n is not pleasing us as it use to…there's always fandomination.net and I'm starting to upload stuff there. My name is still GokusDaughter (that's how it is on the website) At first its really frustrating but itsoky after because you get use to it and I finally know how to work it!!

Oh man, it took me so long to figure out a name for this chapter as I try not to include anyone names in the chapter title. BTW this chapter is probably rated R because of cussing and mentions of…sorry I can't give it away…you just have to read…

Unforgettable

Written by the somewhat infamous Goku's Daughter

Chapter 11: The Obligation 

"Love is having someone, life is having no one… Love comes to those who need it most, while life haunts those who beg to leave it."

            A cool breeze swept by coincidentally as he held his breath for the second. After how many years he decided to return to help change the future and when he comes back he finds the wrong android wasted. What the hell is going on? Eyes wavered, fingers trembled, and he could only contemplate to himself. "This isn't the right android." Trunks almost sighed as he picked up one of the remains the white-clowned android. He more than clutched to it as if it was some sentimental treasure or lifeline. He only clutched onto it because he was scared shitless. He examined the face once more, paying attention to the detail. An imprint of the diabolical androids, 18 and 17, flashed through his memory. Again he held his breath. What's going on? As moments passed by, he crushed the head of Android 20. He hesitated once more and flew off where he picked up on the ki's of the rest of the Z fighters.

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            "Daddy…he'll be alright...right?" Chika mumbled hopefully to her mother.

            Chichi placed a cloth on her husband forehead as she wiped the sweat off her forehead. She glanced at the medicine that was supposed to heal Goku. She forced a sanguine look at her daughter. "Yeah, he will. Don't worry."

            Chika made a look that made her emotion known to anyone who saw her face. She didn't believe her mother's words. Oh how she wanted to believe her, but just failed to. If she knew he wouldn't heal and…die…but kept believing that he'll be fine…that's just stupidity. She came to a short conclusion. "If this keeps up then I'm going to give him my blood."

            Chichi shrieked, "WHAAA-AT?!" She panicked as she almost knocked down the bowl of water. 

            Chika's tone deepened, "I said I'm going to give him my blood if he's not going to feel better any time soon."

            Chichi waved her finger and said in a motherly tone, "No oh ho, don't think for a minute missy that you're going to hurt yourself and lose your precious blood. I don't want you to…"

            Chika glared at her sickened father, "Please don't…try to get me out of this."

            Goku grunted and barely managed to mumble, "No, don't…"

            Chika still looked at him, barely managed to open her eyes. She sat down by Goku, stroking his untamable hair like how he would comfort her. "I'm just trying to make your pain go away, please let me help you, just as I let you help me. Do you remember when you helped me in the alley? You were the first one to show me love, either than momma, but—she's gone. Love is having someone. Life is having no one. Before you came along and Gero was able…to…control me…when I had no one, life haunted me. I'm not going to let you leave. You should know that by now. You know how you protect me; it's my turn to. Your duty to me is kind of the same. We're supposed to take care of each other." She continued to stroke his hair, but wasn't doing it playfully—it was like sentimental stroke. For a brief moment she didn't hold back her emotions as two droplets of translucent tears escaped her midnight black eyes.

            Goku screamed out in pain as he clutched to his heart. The disease was slowly killing him. So why not accept the blood from his daughter? Why? Why is it so hard to accept help form her? He was supposed to take care of her, not the other way around. Why? He panted as he gripped on his gi for dear life as he felt his daughter's small hand now tangled in his untamable hair. 

            "You wouldn't seem weak if you accepted my offer. You will just heal quicker and don't worry about the human blood in my system, your body will just not accept it, and you'll just spit it back up. I can make my blood help. Please…" Please…

            Master Roshi, who was quietly listening all the time, decided to put down his "fifty sexiest women alive" magazine. He hesitantly walked up to the youngest of his family, as that magazine was tempting him to sit down and look at it. "Chika, give him his pride. Give him at least a day, if you can't wait that long, at least give him time to think about it. Let him be content. Give him his pride." Master Roshi only looked upon his student crying out in pain. It's funny how the strongest in the universe can fall down to a virus. A mere stupid virus…

            "But…" She protested.

            Roshi clutched his hand on her petite shoulder. Chika sighed and got up. She didn't want to obey Roshi. She didn't like how he wanted her father to be in pain. Of course, she knew he was somewhat right. She glared at Roshi for a moment, and her attention caught onto the magazine. A smirk was soon planted on her face as she formed a tiny ki ball in her hand and lightly threw it at his magazine, disintegrating it. She headed outside, satisfied with Roshi's howl. She winced again after hearing her father cry out again.

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            Vegeta looked at the old fart standing in front of him as a desire to kill him flourished. With undesired help from the rest of the Z warriors he had this old android's life in the palm of his hand. Vegeta had done a great job ignoring the rest of the Z warriors as he smirk deviously. He was finally the strongest. He was the Prince after all. He should be the strongest! Finally stronger than Kakarott or anyone else! This is what he's bee waiting for. Not exactly what he was hoping for, but it was good enough to make an example of an inferior creature standing in front of him. Now where was he?

            Oh la de da, that brat came back. He then heard exclaims from the rest of Z senshi that he was trying to ignore.

Gohan yelled out in enthusiasm, "Trunks!"

Vegeta was about to say something snappy to the crowd to make them shut up if he hadn't heard that name. "Trunks…" He froze. What. That's impossible. That's my son's name. As realization dawned upon him, he never even turned around to greet his son. Trunks, is my son… Instead he continued to stare at the old android in front of him. One down, one more to go. Can't forget what I started. I will be the 'hero'. I will finally beat Kakarott…

            "You wasted the wrong androids. The other ones aren't here," Vegeta heard from the purple haired boy.

            Vegeta began more than irritated and snapped back. "What the fuck are you talking about?" Vegeta cursed.

            Trunks just stared at him, almost shook his head in disappointment. He blinked for a moment and then replied. "When I traveled through time I must have shift the past…future…err...this timeline. Shit…" Trunks unconsciously swore…his attention was then averted to the ruckus in the sky. 

What is that infernal racquet? He looked up for a brief moment and felt Bulma's ki quickly coming down to the Earth, along with his son. Fools, what are they doing here?

            The helicopter was out of control as Bulma had tried ways to land this baby smoothly on the Earth. When all failed she thought she was going to die…until that somebody came and landed them safely on the ground.

            Vegeta? Was that you? Of course it couldn't have been him. When Bulma's vision focused Vegeta has his back turn, eyes on some old guy.

            She looked up, frantically looking for her baby. Grr, I shouldn't have trusted Yajirobie with him. As her eyes burned with an urge to cry, she continued the searched for her son. "Trunks!"

As he was an angel sent from above, a boy with purple hair, a very handsome boy with a sword on his back was staring back at her, holding her baby. She couldn't be so much relieved in her life. She took hold of the baby thanked the boy countless times as he began to blush.

            Trunks felt his face turn hot as his 'younger' mother praised him. Of course she didn't know that he was her son. He didn't want her to now, at least not yet. But why didn't his father do anything to save them? If he weren't there, she would have died, along with her son…err his past, younger self, and Yajirobie. That really pissed him off. Didn't his father love them? Trunks gritted his teeth as he was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard his mother yell, "That's Gero!"

            "Shit," Piccolo exclaimed.

            Gohan froze as he became overwhelmed. It wasn't a really pleasant feeling but it shook him. It felt as if his blood became suddenly warm as he was paralyzed with totally confusing fear. He couldn't move didn't dare to move. I'm getting really bad vibes from this guy. He looks scarier in person from what Chika told me. What exactly did he do with her?

            Chika was lying on the sand, thinking what Gohan was doing right about now. The print of Gero's face flashed through her mind. She frantically got up and looked around. No one was here, no one in sight, except for the fuming Roshi, who was looking for another dirty magazine. It was a paralyzing feeling. Not a very good feeling to say the least. It scared her to death. You feel like you don't know what's going to happen, or what to expect, that type of scared. It was a confusing fear. A similar emotion inhibiting the confused Gohan.

            Vegeta's anger grew a bit when Kakarott's second brat, his student, came into mind. What exactly did you do to her? I want to now the truth, and then I'll kick your sorry ass.  "You fuck. Not only you make androids, you fuck with life. That's for the immortal to mess with. Not you." Vegeta wasn't the religious type. He just believed that if anyone messes with life, they should be at least immortal, great, someone like him. Okay that was an impulsive error by the author. SORRY. It just sounded something Vegeta would think of.

            Gero's forehead wrinkled, well, even more. "What?" When he realized what he was talking about he smirked. "Oh, you mean my precious weapon, Gochika?" So she decided to return to her 'kind'. Very well… this makes things a lot more interesting for me.

            Gohan knew what happened unlike Vegeta. He felt his face get hot by the dramatically increased anger he possessed. He could feel his blood boil. "How can you do that, and then expect to get her back in court. You know she ran off in the Other World for almost a week because you tampered with you're little 'experiments', on the surrogate mother. It's funny she beat you at your own games when she made her moon, forcing the judge to stay with my father." Maybe he said too much than he was suppose to.

            Gero hissed at Gohan. He already despised this kid.

            Vegeta was dumbfounded. He heard Piccolo's echoing voice in his head, 'briefly explaining' what Gohan was talking about. Unfortunately it wasn't enough. All Piccolo said was, "I'll explain later."  How much did I miss? Vegeta swore in Saiyan.

            Poor Trunks was utterly lost. All he knew was Chika was looking for Goku. From what he saw, she must have found him if Gohan expression vividly changed. They must have been close if Gohan felt more then what was assumed. Trunks also had an idea in the back of his head that Gero must have done something bad to her…other than the fact she was borne from a surrogate mother. Wow, it's always nice to be left in the dark…

            Gero fought to get his posture as he smirked evilly once more. "Oh, don't worry. I'll get her back someday. I'll always live on. My legacy will always be within someone. If I fail, which I strongly doubt, someone will always take my place. If it isn't the androids, it'll be within someone else. Maybe within your precious Gochika."

            Vegeta swore again.

            Gero had the balls to continue his dialogue. "I'm sure Chika had grown up to a quite beautiful woman. When was the last time I saw her? It was almost three years I think. How is she now? 9, if I'm not mistaken? I'm sure she misses my cock in her tight, small body." Maybe he said too much. Nah, he was pleasantly delighted with their reaction.

            Everyone was shock, frozen, paralyzed, and overwhelmed. They clenched their teeth, raising their ki (except for Bulma who just collapsed to the ground). It was like a bomb ready to explode. Was he lying… or saying the truth or fibbing, just to play with our minds.

            Someone else in the crowd has balls, possibly bigger balls then what Gero has. "You raped her?" Trunks asked quietly as he violently shook. Even after all the shit he went through with the androids, he has never felt so much rage before. Chika…her…why you… He didn't want to hear the answer.

            Gero nodded without hesitation. "It was fun. She really did put up a fight although she was only around 5, or was it 6. Sadly she ran away before I could have gotten to her, for the 3rd time." He hissed the last couple of words as he was accomplishing his goal. Make the Saiyans mad and too impulsive for their own good. Sometimes Gero, that can be a very bad thing.

            "You're a sick man," Bulma whispered to herself. She didn't want to believe it. There's always that possibility that he's lying—but then it can always be the truth.

            He continued. Every word he slurred was counted for. Everything he said just added to the fury of the fighters. "I'm sure I missed her tightness, her cries, and her small body under mine. I loved it when she screamed and cried. Oh how she desperately wanted to get away, but she couldn't. I loved every moment torturing her. Hurting her. Mounting her. Touching her. And don't think for a moment my cock was the only thing inside of her." Gero flashed a toothed smile and ran off before anyone else could have done anything.

            Gohan and Trunks held in their breath. They both were drowning in rage. Finally they knew the truth. Finally. But if it wasn't then…oh man, their lives have just gotten ten times more confusing. Damn this bastard is going to pay. Wait till Goku finds out…oh man…we're all going to die…or hell's on Earth…oh Kami… 

            Vegeta couldn't stop shaking. Even at times he had pride that he preached to Chika to express—even times he thought of her as his own daughter, the only living female. He had too thought of mating with her since she was the last one but NOT NOW. She was only a girl. A little girl, he would have to wait. If he didn't it would be rape. That fuck messed her up. No wonder she reacts to things very strangely. The question is, did Gero do other things to her? OR, a better question would be, is he telling the truth? The more ideas began to envision in his head, the more he wanted to kill him.

He glanced at the rest of the Z fighters, as their reactions were quite the same. All of the fighters were shivering and shaking violently, feeling even worse because they couldn't do anything about it. Vegeta gritted his teeth as he looked at Gohan, who powered up as much as he could, screaming everything he got to yell out. Vegeta winced as he caught on to Bulma's screech, "Gero's heading to a secret laboratory in the mountains…!"

Vegeta took less than 30 seconds to power up as much as he could, and focused on the direction where Gero had run off. Vegeta acted on an impulse and flown off, searching for that bastard who wanted to play hide-and-go-seek. It was more like a race to his lab.

From the corner of his eye he saw a faint blur, which looked like his son, also a super saiyan, flying after him. His expression was quite the same; it was an unsettling blend of hatred and disgust.

How could he… This just made it much more personal. Losing Gohan (the future one) was enough to push him over the edge. Now this… Trunks didn't quite know where he stands. He made use to the time he had flying to the lab. Did his Father even know where he was going? Like he really cared. All he cared was settling a BIG score with Gero. Not only he was the one creating the diabolical androids, responsible for taking countless lives, but was also accountable for Chika's…ahem…misfortune. What a turn of events. All of a sudden he felt a greater responsible to destroy Gero. Trunks desire to kill him, to see his blood spill, to destroy his very life essence, flourished every time he thought of Chika. Man, what'd happen when Goku finds out? Where was Goku anyways?

Trunks eyes gave it away. As much as he wanted to hide his feelings, it was too difficult. It was no use. Finally, he gave up arguing with himself as he pushed himself to the max. With the world crumbling at his feet, his eyes uncovered his vulnerabilities and his weaknesses yet they showed that if you crossed his path, he wouldn't spare you, didn't dare to spare you. They spoke with an uncovered truth, that maybe, just maybe, he loved her. Just one look was all it took. He didn't quite know what type of love it was, yet. He didn't want to go there yet. After all she was so young, so innocent. He didn't dare to think any thoughts, yet. It was just a love that gave him the obligation to kill whoever decides to fuck around with Chika. He didn't dare not to fulfill that obligation…

 …an obligation to her

…and only to her

Every man has obligations which belong to his

station. Duties extend beyond obligation, and direct

the affections, desires, and intentions, as well as

the actions.                       

  --Whewell.

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So the question still remains, did Gero actually messed with her? I guess you got to find out in next chapter.

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