Tenshi: I own Dragonball Z!!!
Vegeta: Hold it, Mr. Hot Pants.
AHHHHH!!! SO AWFUL!! I think I am going to wretch....HOW CAN YOU HAVE VEGETA SAYIN' SOMETHING LIKE THAT?!?! *Eludes Tenshi's mind* Yep, yep. I promise it will get better.....
A/N: I know I usually put my *AUTHORS NOTE* at the bottom of my stories, but I wanted to comment on something before going any farther. Some of you, such as Chrystaline, may have noticed that my first chapter bears a resemblance to another fiction done by Leia. Well, this is true, but let me first state why. I had the idea for this fiction long before Leia posted hers. I am not saying in any way, shape or form that Leia copied me, her idea is brilliant (much superior to my own) innovative, and flat-out superb. My story will be taking a different direction than hers, however, yet due to our somewhat compatible brain waves *I WISH!!!* some events may turn similar. I HIGHLY recommend checking out Leia's fiction, "Gradual Love" just check my favorite stories list, or my favorite authors list for any of Leia's stories. I in no way copied Leia or intended to, as it would take away not only from my integrity, but the praise and individuality of Leia's story would be compromised if I did, which is the last kind of image I want to present to her as an author...as she is the best author on this site. I wanted to clear that, and I am sorry if I in any way have come across as doing this. Just wanted ya'll to know. Love ya, Leia!! CHECK OUT HER STORY!!!!
*okay.....ON WITH CHAPTER TWO!!!!*
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Chichi quirked her eyebrow at her young husbands sudden outburst. She felt rather odd as he hovered there in midair, seeming to penetrate her very essence with his intent stare. Despite the dramatic flicker that danced so visibly in his piercing, obsidian eyes, he looked somewhat skeptical and nervous at her response. She strained her brain thoroughly to try and decipher the meaning if his text.
"Um....what?" She asked, narrowing her eyes in misunderstanding.
Goku rolled his neck out of the extreme angle that had been drawn so close to her face, swallowing the lump that had lodged itself in his throat. His arms shook nervously for a moment, and Chichi could never recall a time before this when he seemed so fidgety. He cleared his throat and began,
"Look Chichi, I know I'm new to this and all, but I promise I'll get better at it! Come on, gimme' a break, I've never done anything like this before, and....."
The rest of his words were oblivious to her as a surge of pain trickled down her spine. She winced, and jerked writhingly.
Goku stopped his rambling, suddenly disinterested with the topic he had been discussing so passionately.
"Chichi? What's wrong now?" He asked suddenly.
"What does it look like to you, stupid?" She rasped, yet her voice held no venom.
Goku then, suddenly reminded of his mission, pushed all thoughts of his own gain aside, and blasted off towards the hospital at an alarming speed.
***
By the time Goku touched down in front of the hospital, Chichi's pain had diminished considerably, in fact she had been quite contented for the past few moments, yet Goku dare not speak, as if suddenly to disrupt her peace by opening his mouth again.
Despite his aggressive efforts, Chichi refused to be carried into the hospital. He didn't understand why, since she walked with labored steps.....assistance, it seemed to him, could have been a great blessing at the moment.
Goku and Chichi neared the front desk, where a receptionist was busy filling forms and answering calls. He stopped as the teenage couple neared the desk.
"May I help you?" He asked nasally.
"Yes, I need to see a doctor soon, it's a bit of an emergency, I believe." Chichi stated, trying to sound as in control of the situation as she could manage.
"Why, of course. You must have supernatural timing. We have had a very busy two weeks, and things have just calmed down today, so we do have a few physicians available as we speak."
A wave of relief spread over Chichi's face, as she was now assured that she wouldn't have to wait to be tended to.
"So what exactly is wrong? Do you need to see a specialist?" He inquired.
"Um...well..." Chichi's face began to tint to a crimson. "I probabaly...need to see a Gynecologist, if there is one available right now. If not, a family doctor will do just as well." Chichi forced her words out, trying to maintain a good dose of professionalism, despite the nervous echo that seemed to flow through each word.
"Just fill out these forms here, and I'll send the file up there right away." He said kindly.
Chichi bent over the papers and filled out the required questions.
And yet, for some unknown reason, she turned to face her husband. She was shocked to see the look of malice and aggression etched into every usually-care-free feature on his face. It looked flat-out intimidating....and was completely aimed in the direction of the youth behind the desk.
"What on Kami's green earth is he doing?" Chichi thought to herself. She turned back to the receptionist, who, simultaneously, she deciphered, had taken in Goku's atrocious display of facial contortment as she had. The receptionists eyes widened visibly, and his voice began to quake with his next sentence,
"Yes, w-we have a g-g-gynecologist on staff now. I'll..... Let him know your here." He stammered, and picked up the receiver of the shiny, red telephone that was sitting on her desk.
"Doctor Mayo...Yessir, someone to see you."
He waited on the line, obviously listening to what the civilian on the other end had to say, yet never diverting his wide, blue eyes from the menacing ones that had captured his. He laid the receiver back on its cradle.
"Um....Dr. Ma-Mayo will see you shortly. Go to the fourth floor and take a right. His office will be the one with the billboard on the outside wall."
"Thank you." Chichi said, and limped in the general direction of the elevator. She hesitated when she observed that Goku was still caught in a death lock with the receptionist.
The receptionist shrank back slightly as Goku neared the desk. He narrowed his eyes, and grandeur's of destruction and chaos seemed to float throughout his entire being as he rasped, low and vengeful,
"Are you the doctor?" He growled.
Chichi's mouth gaped. She knew that Goku never had good comprehension skills, yet she thought that they might somewhat be on par of someone who actually had ears. Had he not just heard the conversation that had been executed between herself and the receptionist?
The receptionist looked confused, but managed to stammer....
"N-no."
As soon as this revelation reached Goku, his brows laxed slightly and despite his countenance, looked amiable.
"Sorry then. Thau'chew was someone else." He nodded his head and walked to his wife, snaking his arm around her waist.
Despite her attempts to disentangle herself from the public display of affection, he held her fast as they neared the elevator.
"Goku, just what on earth do you think your doing?!" She demanded, once they were safely secluded in the embrace of the mechanical chamber. She tried to remove his arm again, this time with measurable success.
"Whaddya' mean?" He asked bluntly.
"You know very well what I mean. You practically scared that poor receptionist to death!" She ejaculated in a harsh rasp.
"I thought he was the doctor." Goku admitted honestly.
Chichi's eyebrows leapt a good two inches, and her eyes widened.
"So what does that mean? What do you plan on doing to-" She was cut short as the elevator stopped on the second floor. A crowd was gathered outside the door, some were patients and some were staff, others were visitors who had just returned from visiting a sick companion.
Before Chichi could blink twice, Goku jerked her protectively against his side, this time closer than he had previously. The look of vehemence returned, magnified twice what it had been at the desk moments earlier.
"Is any of you the doctor?" He demanded, his thick accent coated over with aggression.
Everyone looked at one another, trying to ascertain in confidence by attire if one of them might be a physician. A small, elderly woman pointed across the hallway and added,
"I think he is."
Little did the poor student-resident know his entire existence had suddenly been threatened.
"Oh he IS now is he?" Goku drawled, an enlightened, yet......eerie tone laced his voice, and before anyone could say a word, he was off down the hallway, dragging Chichi carelessly along.
"Goku, what are you doing?!" She demanded, yet before she could interrogate any more from her significant other, she realized he was engulfed fully into other matters as he loomed dangerously over the terrified scrub-donned youth.
"So your the doctor?!" He voiced with as much grit and coarseness as she had ever heard flit from his mouth.
"N-n-n-no, I'm just a r-resident."
Goku's fierce countenance changed abruptly, quirking an eyebrow and looking utterly clueless, he asked confusedly,
"What's that?"
"Ummm....it means I'm in training to be a doctor." He stammered.
Goku resumed his former expression.
"You......Best........NOT." He stated through clenched teeth.
"YESSIR!" Agreed the med. student, who jumped up abruptly and threw off his scrubs.
Goku grinned happily.
"Good choice!" He said contentedly, yet before he could go on, Chichi extricated herself from the iron grip around her and picked up the scrubs that lay dejectedly on the floor and handed them to the trembling resident.
"Don't mind him, please, just go about doing what you were doing. I am sure you'll make a great doctor soon!" She tried to act as if Goku's outburst were nothing more than passing breeze on a summer's eve.
Goku's mouth hit his knees, his eyebrows shooting in protest, a look of....betrayal laced his features.
"What?? Chichi? You mean....that guy....you'd rather be with him?!" Goku questioned with mounting skepticism.
The resident quirked an eyebrow confusedly, yet began to back slowly away, as Chichi looked cluelessly at her husband.
"What?" She asked, taken aback.
"HE'S my competition?!?" Goku quizzed, half in a disbelieving whine, and half in what seemed to be hurt.
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!" Chichi yelled inquisitively, unaware she had even raised her voice.
Before Goku could answer, an elevator full of surgeons filled the hallway, walking aimlessly down the south wing.
Next thing she knew Chichi was being partially pulled down the sickeningly white hallway as she struggled to keep up with Goku....praying to God the whole time that he would avoid another incident like that again. Her patience was growing thin. She was hurting, she needed to get to the doctor as soon as possible, and Goku was NOT helping matters any by being in constant conflict with the city's hospital staff.
"Which wunna' you's the doctor?" He growled as he approached the herd of stethoscope bearing civilians.
"Why, we're all doctors." One of them responded.
Goku's menacing glare was suddenly quaked to its very foundation, as his eyes widened dramatically.
"ALL OF YA'LL?!" He voiced in disbelief.
"Um, yes sir, we're all doctors."
All of Goku's ambitions fell through the floor. He turned to Chichi.
"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!" He quizzed, his voice quaking with betrayal. His onyx eyes seemed to shimmer slightly, and his brows began to slant as he donned a look of total obliteration.
Chichi was about to keel over and die when a young man appeared beside her.
"Are you Chichi Son?" He asked suddenly.
She turned to him, looking with unseeing eyes for a moment before reality set in once more.
"Yes..Yesir."
"I've been looking for you. Kino at the front desk mentioned to me that you were looking for our gynecologist, and he's been expecting you for a few moments. Right this way." He motioned, and started straightway down the hall.
At the realization that things were moving again, Goku shook off his prior emotion and pulled Chichi's head against his chest, making it extremely awkward for her to walk.
"Goku...will...you...behave..." She rasped in a whisper, but sighed in utter frustration once she noticed his stone-cold expression had returned. She half-limped and was half-dragged by her husband as they followed the man in the white coat.
With every floor Goku seemed to tighten his grip around her, and every time a passerby glanced in her direction he drew he even closer. By the time they reached the office inscribed, 'Dr. Mayo' she felt as if her lungs would collapse if he didn't quit pulling her so tightly.
"Here you go." The man turned around, for the first time aware of Goku's presence.
"I'm afraid you'll have to wait in the lobby, sir." The man said matter-of-factly.
Goku narrowed his brows in an extremely intimidating angle, and rumbled, harsh and low.
"I go where she goes."
The man was completely shaken from his previous air of authority, yet with the same tone as he had reprimanded the maniac in he answered, "Okay then, you may both go in."
Goku tightened his grip around his wife even more as the door opened, so much so that he carried her in, her feet dangling above the ground.
***
They had been sitting in silence since they entered the room. He sat on the table, pressing her close against him. She hadn't yet gathered the composure to ask him any questions whatsoever. She silently debated if he had finally gone insane. She never really expected it to happen, yet it nagged her in the back of her skull constantly that one day he would get hit too hard while training and either deteriorate to a vegetable, or go mentally insane. She hoped her premonition had not come true.
Under normal circumstances, she would have been furious. No, furious wouldn't have even come close to describing her emotions. Yet she was worried....so worried. The hospital, the clean hallways, the sterilized tools, syringes, stethoscopes, surgeons, doctors.....it scared her. Yet not as much as the reason why she was there did. She still hadn't forgot her nausea. Her spine ached, her head split, and she hoped she hadn't bled anymore. She hoped to God she never bled again. For once, she actually wished it was menstruation, but even she knew the difference.
She was snapped back into reality as she heard a voice from outside of the room, close to the door. In a flash she had disentangled herself from the embrace Goku had issued, and sat a yards distance from him before he could retract her.
The door creaked and the doctor entered.
He was a tall, professional man with a white knee-length coat and a stethoscope around his neck. His brown eyes protruded from equally brown skin, and his smile was wide with rows of several straight, white teeth.
Chichi started. No one told her he was going to be black. She tensed dramatically.
"Hello, I'm Doctor Mayo, it's nice to meet you, Chichi." He smiled and extended his hand to her.
With a gulp, she hesitantly took his hand in a shaky grasp. It wasn't that she was prejudiced, she just felt differently about her predicament now.
Goku gasped and his eyes widened. She had extricated herself from him and now she was touching this guy....it was all too much for him to handle. Had he been a lesser man he might have broken down in dejected sobs, but he wasn't quite to that point yet. He found this a convenient time for his divine intervention.
Goku broke the grasp of the lock by pulling Chichi against him yet again. Chichi was annoyed, yet for some reason, whether it be her newfound fear, her dizziness, her frustration.....she didn't even make an attempt for escape.
The doctor looked rather oddly for a moment before introducing himself.
"My name is Dr. Mayo.....and yo-"
"I know who you are." Goku hissed.
Chichi rolled her eyes. Apprehension or no apprehension, she couldn't let this go on any longer. She opened her mouth to speak, yet was cut off for what seemed to be the thousandth time.
"And in case yer wonderin', she's my territory." Venom leaked through every syllable as he spoke.
"Oh, so I suppose your her husband then?" He asked, trying his best to not jump to conclusions about what appeared to be a psychopath.
"Darn right." He said, and was about to begin again when Chichi, for the first time since they arrived, took matters into her own hands. She jerked herself away from him forcefully, and stepped onto the floor, smoothing her rumpled clothes.
"Doctor, I am sure that you know my symptoms, so can you please tell me what your going to have to do to me?" She asked, her newfound independence canceled out her fear for the moment.
"Yes ma'am." He nodded, trying his best to block out the cold stare coming from the teenager in the corner. "But, can you please come this way?" He motioned towards the other corner of the room. Inevitably, Goku raised his eyebrow. Chichi foresaw this and turned, glaring at him menacingly.
"You stay right there." And the finality in her voice was so frightening that Goku obeyed.
She drew in a conference with the doctor at the other end of the room.
"Ma'am, I realize that it may help, but I can't perform your examination with your husband in the room, its against policy, and-"
"I 'AINT LEAVIN'!" Goku bellowed, and once again astounded everyone with his impeccable hearing.
Chichi had had QUITE enough. She turned around, fire seemed to glide gracefully down her every vein.
"I don't know WHAT your problem is today, but believe me I'm going to find out later and when I do, KAMI WON'T EVEN BE ABLE TO SAVE YOU!! And the anger behind her ragged voice made his appearance change as he leapt a foot in the air.
"But....Chichi..." He started, his innocence seemed to return in a flash, which made her soften a bit, but not enough to feel any kind of compassion for his actions.
"But Chichi nothing!! I wish you would let me know what's going on with you!! Why are you so worried?"
Goku started defensively, "What 'aint there to be worried about? I don't wanna lose you." He said honestly. In fact, it was so honest and such a character change for him that she was startled. He had never admitted anything so honest and....sweet to her since they had been married, despite his caring actions. Nearly all of the anger drained from her.
"Do you think your going to lose me, Goku?" She asked, her fear and apprehension returning in a flash.
"Well," He began, but was cut off by Doctor Mayo.
"Don't worry, Mr. Son, I am nearly certain your wife will be just fine." He said, trying to maintain optimism.
Goku changed his thoughts entirely, "What's wrong with her?" He asked sincerely, yet his voice hardened a bit by looking at his.....competition.
"Well, I won't know that until after the examination, which we can conduct as soon as you leave." He said moderately.
"Why do I hafta' leave?" He asked, his brows arching slightly, and suspicion returning by an ounce.
"It's not my rule, sir, its policy." He said.
"What is she gonna' hafta' do in this 'examination?'" He questioned.
At this dreaded question, the Doctor felt his knees buckle. Yet he ignored his sinking gut and replied,
"Well....um, I'm going to observe the problem firsthand, draw some conclusions to mind, and if possible, diagnose the ailment."
Goku cocked an eyebrow. "What does that mean?"
The physician trembled slightly, "I'm going to have to take off her clothes, a-"
"BUT THAT'S MY JOB!" He exclaimed and rose in protest.
"GOKU!!" Chichi yelled, turning a new shade of intense color.
"I know, sir, but listen, it-"
"SHE 'AINT GETTIN' NEKID FOR NO ONE BUT ME!!" He protested further.
Chichi buried her head in her hands, near to the point of tears.....and homicide. WHY was Goku acting this way? He had never been overly protective or possessive of her, and he had always bowed down and cowered at what she had to say. He was acting totally out of character.
"LOOK SIR!" He gritted, his patience near the verge of breaking, "I will be VERY careful, I have been trained for this type of thing, and trust me she's not the first one that I've had to do this for, so it's not like I'm a rookie or anything."
"SO SHE'S NOT THE FIRST? WHAT KIND OF HENTAI ARE YOU?!" He demanded.
"HENTAI? Sir, I am appalled by you." He hissed.
"I don't trust you....not with her." He leveled.
"It's because I'm black, isn't it?!" Mayo demanded.
Goku's features suddenly laxed into confusion. "What does that have to do with anything?" He asked naively.
Meanwhile, Chichi was suddenly hit with the meaning of it all. After Goku had called her doctor a pervert, she finally understood why he was acting like he was. "He thinks I'm....going to replace him.....and...." She didn't even get the thought completely circled through her head when she called out lowly,
"Goku?"
Goku stopped his round with the doctor, and turned inquisitively to his wife.
"Chichi?"
"Goku, come here." She said in a near whisper. Goku neared her chair and dropped to a knee so he could look her in the eyes. Anger still floated in her head, but she understood now what was going on. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and brought his head close to hers, and whispered softly in his ear.
"Goku, look. I'm sick, and the only way that he is going to be able to help me is if he examines me, I promise it's not what you think it is. He's not a bad person, he just wants to help. You don't want me to keep on being sick, do you?"
"Well, no Chichi, but-"
"Well, I am going to be if he doesn't help me." She said softly. "You have absolutely nothing to worry about. You didn't do anything wrong, except for jumping to insane conclusions like you have now..." Her voice began to grit, and she mentally calmed before continuing..... "Trust me, nothing is going to happen. Don't be so protective, or you'll be the one in the hospital. I don't want to be with anyone else but you, and nothing is going to happen between me and anyone else on earth, do you understand?" She said, and the last sentence was spoken with such finality that Goku tensed.
"Yeah, Chichi....I think I get it."He lied.
"All right then, I have to do this, but it's going to be okay. I'll kill you when we get home." She snapped her last words as she tried unsuccessfully to retain her peace. Goku shivered slightly, but rose to his feet.
"Doctor, where's the lobby?" Chichi asked neutrally.
"Down the hall and to the left." He said quickly.
"Wait for me, okay Goku? It won't be too long." Chichi asked, yet her tone more than demanded he do as she say.
Goku locked his eyes on the floor and nodded.
"Go on now, I'll be out soon and then we can go home." She voiced reassuringly, as if she were talking to a small child.
Goku started for the door, but turned around and strided over to his wife. He leaned down, smoothed back her bangs and kissed her lightly on the forehead. She looked into his eyes, which didn't seem totally at peace. He whispered in her ear,
"I just wan'chew to know that no matter what happens in here I still love you." His voice sounded heavy, as if he had to force the words out.
Chichi was shocked. Goku had never told her that he loved her, ever. She felt like throwing her arms around his neck and lip-locking, but she retained from it. She wanted to tell him she loved him as well, but her pride barricaded her mouth, and she smiled appreciatively.
"Thank you, Goku. Now get on."
Goku turned around and walked to the door. He felt betrayed and dejected. This was definitely not how he had pictured things going for him that day. He had never felt so oddly before. Chichi was all that he had in the entire world now, and he didn't want to lose her. Despite his deep, sorrowful thoughts, he shot a venomous glare at the doctor as he walked by.
"I'll be watchin' you." He said silently.
The doctor returned the glare, yet the intimidation wasn't in his eyes as they clearly danced in apprehension.
***
Goku walked down the halls of the hospital. He didn't like it, not one bit. He wondered if things would ever be the same for him again.
After walking through several halls and running many flights of stairs, he found his way outside of the hospital. He counted to the fourth set of windows, and wondered.
"I bet their up in that room right there."
Goku's better judgment eluded him, and Chichi's warnings sailed right out the window. He began to levitate, something h wasn't very good at, but managed to hover next to the open window.
***
"Well, Chichi," Mayo looked over her statistics before making eye contact with the antsy teenager, who had been playing with strands of her hair and drumming her fingers against the table. "How old are you, precisely?" He asked nicely.
"Eighteen." She answered shortly.
"Eighteen? Goodness, and was that man your husband, or your fiancé'?" He asked as if talking to a child.
"Husband. We've been married for seven months." She answered, forcing herself to make eye contact, despite her fear of doctors and indifference about ethnicity.
"And how old is he?" He asked.
"Eighteen, too." She answered lowly.
"You two got married early." He commented, yet a trace of disapproval matched his tone, "Your still only teenagers. Who is older?"
"He is, he'll be nineteen in a few months." She shook her fear off, determined to be independent and not allow herself to be intimidated by anyone or anything.
"Were you eighteen when you were married?" He quizzed.
"I was seventeen, nearly eighteen. He had just turned eighteen a few days before our wedding." She said, her vocal comprehension increasing as she straightened.
"Oh....so where did you get married?" He interrogated.
"What does this have to do with my problem?" She asked impatiently, afraid he might be stalling with useless chatter.
"Nothing really, I just wanted to make conversation." He said regularly. Yet in his mind, he wondered. She seemed so quiet, and her husband seemed so loud. He had nearly decided that the young roughneck that had been so obstinate earlier must be abusive. He had the symptoms: He was rude, he latched onto her as if she weren't a living thing, he was overly possessive, so much so that he wondered what it was like for her on a daily basis. And she was such a nice girl, why, if he was a little younger himself.......
He shook this train of thought from his head. Yet she was so pretty, shy, a lot like his girlfriend of three years, well, ex-girlfriend. He smiled.
"You know," He said turning around to face a beautiful print of a waterfall above his desk, "Sometimes, we do rush into foolish things when we're younger, an-" He turned to the window, and stopped dead in his speech.
Goku hovered there outside the window, legs folded, arms crossed, a painfully expressive scowl on his face, as if he himself had just peeked into the doctors mind and witnessed firsthand his thoughts on his wife. Mayo shuddered visibly.
"What? What do you mean?" She asked questioningly.
"N-Nothing." He said as he walked to the window and closed the blinds. The thought that there was a man floating outside of his window was the least most important thought in his brain at the moment, when usually it would have obviously been the greatest. All he knew was that he was tired of fooling around with that guy, and he was going to get the examination over and done with so he could go back to a normal practice.
"Let's start, shall we?"
***
Goku entered the building and sat down in the lobby. He cradled his head in his hands and stared at the floor. This was easily the most discouraging day of his life. He wished that Chichi was okay, the fact that she was sick worried him, and the thought of the 'doctor' and her was depressing. That wasn't supposed to happen, was it? Marriage was supposed to mean that she was his for good, and not just until it was time to see a doctor, right? He was lost in his thoughts, an overwhelming wave of confusion, frustration, stress and sorrow mingled his young features as he furrowed his dark brows into a an inquisitive manner. He was lost in his thoughts when he sensed someone standing beside him. He looked up. It was a girl.
She was average height, her silky hair framed her face in simplistic, yet impressive beauty. She was dressed in white, obviously a nurse. She smiled, and her face lit up. Her eyes were warm and friendly, and her voice was as smooth as silk, calming and exuberant.
"Hey there, what are you looking all stressed out about?" She asked nicely.
Goku was taken by her friendly mannerism. She somewhat reminded him of the way Bulma talked when she was happy, and this instantly gained his trust, yet he didn't pour his heart out just yet, as he was still confused and slightly embarrassed by the whole situation.
"Waiting." He answered shortly, yet kept eye contact with her to imply that she had his interest.
"What are you waiting for?" She asked with a smile.
"Chichi." He answered.
She smiled again. "Okay....is it okay if I sit down?"
Goku nodded, and she took a seat beside him. She curled a leg underneath her, and turned to face him.
"I'm Mira." She smiled sweetly. "And you are...?"
"Goku Son." He extended his hand cordially, another thing Chichi had taught him to do which he remembered. It made him look slightly less 'uncouth' as Chichi had called him time and again. She shook his hand.
"So is Chichi your girlfriend? Or your mother?" She asked neutrally.
"My wife." He answered again.
Her eyebrows rose, "Wow, your married? No offense or anything, but how old are you?" She asked.
"Eighteen." He stated.
"Wow, that's so sweet." She smiled, and her eyes unfocused, as if dreaming sweetly. Yet she came back to reality in a matter of seconds. "Did you just get married?"
"No, we've been married for seven months." He smiled slightly. He liked this girl. She seemed nice.
She beamed, "Wow, it must be great to be married."
"Yeah, I guess. I like it, it's better than bein' alone..." His voice trailed off as he suddenly remembered his plight. Maybe he was going to end up alone.
She noted his sudden change in mood, "Everything okay, Goku Son?" She asked concernedly.
"Not really." He muttered.
"Well, I'm here to talk to patients and help them through anything that they have problems with. If you feel like you need to talk, or ask me anything, feel free to do just that." She voice kindly. He looked up.
"It's just....I don't know what to do. Things were going really good, and now, they just 'aint....."
Over the next few minutes Goku poured his heart out to Mira. Her eyes widened several times, and he was sure she was suppressing something.....laughter, perhaps, but he was being serious and that was just rude, and she didn't seem rude. So he didn't know what she was doing.
After he finished, she looked at him seriously.
"Are you serious? Do you really think that's what a doctor does?" She asked in disbelief.
He nodded.
"What backwoods did you grow up in!!" She exclaimed half-jokingly, yet the other half of her was serious.
"Um, the Paotzu Mountains." He added.
"Paotzu Mountains? But there's nothing up there...." She started, and realized that maybe that's why he had such an insane idea. "Goku, how many people did you date before meeting your wife?" She quizzed.
"None. She was only the second girl I ever met....and I don't even remember it. When I was twelve, I didn't have a real great memory." He smiled slightly, despite his problems, and moved his arm to scratch the back of his head. Her mouth dropped.
"Second girl? Twelve? I guess the first was your mom. Oh, it must have been an arranged marriage..." She concluded out loud.
"No, Bulma Briefs was the first girl I ever met. I never knew my mom. I never met a girl until I was twelve years old." He said.
"But, that was like....six years ago?" She asked, mouth gaping again.
"Yep." He added, and Mira suddenly understood. She wouldn't have believed it, but he was so sincere, and so sweet....he had to be telling the truth. She considered herself a good judge of character, and she knew when someone was lying. She began to laugh......hard.
Goku tensed, "What's so funny?" He asked.
"Goku Son, you still have a lot to learn!!" She giggled, and went into the whole explanation that Goku had been waiting to hear all day long.
***
Chichi's eyes began to sting as the doctor looked her in the eye with mounting concern.
"Chichi, there's something you haven't told me about you, isn't there?" He asked softly, yet his tone held no interrogation about it, as it was more of a statement than a question.
She bit her lip and nodded slowly.
He sighed. Despite his usually policy of telling couples the diagnosis together, he decided to refrain from it since he didn't want to have to face that abuser again. "Chichi, there's something that you need to know......."
***
Goku's mouth hit the floor. "YOU MEAN SHE STILL LIKES ME?!" He responded, excitement filled his anxious tone.
Mira laughed uncontrollably, and nodded several times. "Yep, that's exactly what I'm saying."
Goku laughed, totally relieved. He couldn't believe how simple this was. NOW it all made sense. Then, suddenly, the days events began to roll through his head.
"Uh-oh. I really messed up." He said, a smile still plastered on his now-relieved face.
She nodded again, "That you did, my friend. But don't worry, I'll explain everything to the staff....I'm sure they'll understand."
Goku calmed down and narrowed his eyes, "I still don't like that Doctor in there." He added.
She cocked a brow, "Why not?"
"I dunno, I got a bad feelin' from him.....I dunno why." He said solemnly.
"Don't worry, Goku Son. He's usually pretty nice, you just have to get used to him." She smiled deviously "You know, if you still don't like him, there's some sour strawberry yogurt in the nurse's lounge you could put on the doorway of his office...and when he comes out...SPLAT!" She laughed, elbowing him in the ribs as she rocked back and forth, amused by her own sense of humor. Goku laughed too.
"Nah, I don't wanna do that....besides, that's wasteful." He said, and his stomach growled.
She smiled, "I was just kidding, Goku Son. I like him too much to do something like that."
He quirked an eyebrow, "Why do you call me my full name?"
She grinned, "I like your name, if I say it a lot I'll remember it when I see you again, and it gives character, I think."
He frowned, "Do 'ya think we'll hafta come back again?"
"Depends, but maybe not." She reassured, "Hey, what are your wife's symptoms, if you don't mind my asking?"
In the next few minutes, Goku told her in detail about the nausea, headaches, back pain and the bleeding. Mira looked thoughtfully for a moment.
"Hmmm....bleeding might indicate a kidney infection." She said, aimed more towards herself than to Goku.
"Is that bad?" He asked.
"It really depends, most times it's not really bad and can be healed easily. But the other symptoms....I don't know." She confessed honestly.
Goku tensed again and looked at the floor. Mira brightened.
"Tell you what, Goku Son." She turned to face him, and he looked deep into her kind eyes. "I'll look into your wife's case especially. If there is any way I can help you at all, I will. If you two have to come back, I'll make absolutely sure she is the most tended to patient in this hospital." She smiled again.
Goku grinned. "Really?"
"Yeah."
"Thank you." He said gratefully.
Mira was about to respond when a man in a white coat entered the room. "Goku Son?" He asked.
Goku stood up.
The man nodded, "Follow me. Your wife can see you now."
***
Doctor Mayo opened the cracked door as he saw Goku approaching.
Goku locked his eyes with the Doctor's from the second he was in eye range. He walked, slowly past the physician, tilting his head so he could maintain his glare. He walked over to Chichi, who was sitting on the table, staring at the floor, a forlorn expression across her face. He wrapped his arms possessively around her, never once turning to look at her as he kept a steady contact with the doctor.
"Chichi has something to tell you. I'll give you a minute." The doctor said coldly as he exited the room.
Goku waited until he had closed the door completely. He turned to his wife, he was still staring at the floor, he eyes brimming with moisture, and a look of fear and uncertainty danced in her eyes.
"Chichi? What's wrong?" He asked, as he felt his heart sink.
"Goku." She said silently.
"Yeah?"
She closed her eyes tightly shut, as if fighting back something inwardly. "I have to tell you something."
He picked her up softly and set her on his lap, turning her towards him, looking directly into her eyes. "What is it?"
She gulped. And tears began to run down her face. She avoided eye contact with him, even though he had angled his head uncomfortably so he could look into her ebony eyes.
"I...I've been keeping something from you." She stammered.
He stared at her, his brows quirked in confusion. She glanced at him, and continued,
"I.....I didn't tell you sooner because....I didn't want you to....."
"To what, Chichi?"
"I wanted you to be with me. I know I forced you into this marriage, and I didn't want to tell you because I was afraid you might.....want to leave." She confessed, and another tear ran down her face.
Goku stared at her. When she knew he wasn't going to answer, she continued,
"I know, that you've always wanted kids Goku." She admitted.
"How'd ya' know that?" He asked softly.
She smiled sadly, a sarcastic chuckle mixed with a suppressed sob echoed from her throat. "Come on, Goku, you've always talked about having kids. I see the way you are around them, and that look in your eye when there's a kid around, I can see how much you love them."
Goku remained absorbed and motionless. He had no idea where she was going with this.
"Yeah, I'd like kids one day, but I thought you didn't like 'em." He replied.
Chichi snorted, "Goku, I love kids. I've always wanted them."
"Well, when we get around 'em you act funny, like you don't like 'em." He said seriously.
Two tears fell simultaneously from above her black lashes, "I know, there's a reason for that....and it's also the same reason I was afraid you'd leave me."
He remained silent. He didn't know what to say. He wanted to tell her that he'd never leave her, but she was insistent on the fact that he would....and she knew social matters much better than he did, so he remained quiet. He reached up and took her hand. All he could manage was,
"I love you."
She didn't even meet his eyes. She began to sob again.
"Goku, I'm glad you think that." She said between sniffs.
"Why?" He asked.
"Because, it only makes this harder for me to say." She sneered. Up until now he hadn't realized her former statement was supposed to be sarcastic.
She took a deep breath, and looked into his eyes, as much as she would rather keep them transfixed on the floor.
"Goku, when I was little, I was told I could never have kids."
Goku raised his brows dramatically. "Never?" He asked.
She pursed her lips and nodded, "I went to the doctor and he told me."
"But I thought you had never been to the doctor before?" He reminded her.
"I was too little to remember it. I never went back since then." She sighed softly, ragged breathing all too audible as a result of weeping. "He said there was something wrong inside...that I was born that way...and I would never be able to have children."
Goku sat, looking deeply into her eyes. After a moment, he smiled, and said softly,
"Chichi, I 'aint gonna leave."
She smiled weakly, yet her eyes never moved from the floor. "There's more." She said in a breathless whisper. He perked his ears and straightened.
"Doctor Mayo....he said...." She fought internally over the right words to use, "He said.....
I'm pregnant."
Goku's mouth dropped and his eyebrows nearly jumped clear off of his head. He sat, in utter shock, unable to think, move or speak.
After a moment, his features surrendered the widest smile he had ever loosed on his face. "CHICHI! THAT'S GREAT!!" He nearly yelled exuberantly, yet he calmed when her expression did not change. She was trembling.
"Goku...." She said in a faint, low rasp. He listened intently. "That's not good news, for several reasons."
"Why?" He asked.
Her face contorted to an expression of utter demolition. "Because." She sobbed. "He said that there is nearly no way that they baby will be able to survive....and..." She stopped, breathing heavily for a few seconds, "He said....because of my thin blood, and my small frame, that if I try and give birth......."
Goku looked intent.
She choked,
"I'll die."
A/N: OH NO!! WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN TO CHICHI AND GOKU!?! You'll have to come back next time to find out!! I promise to have chapter three up in less than a week. This has got to be the most fun I've ever had with writing a fiction. I'm sorry if it got suggestive... It won't be like that anymore very much. Its kind of hard for me to write sexual humor....if you could even call it that. If you would like to be on my mailing list, leave your name and email along with your review, and I'll notify you of the next update. I have had such a great response to the first chapter, I hope ya'll enjoyed the second one, too. Email me at Saiyantenshidbz@yahoo.com if you have any comments or questions you'd like to ask me. Oh yeah, lol, I don't own the character of Mira, aughtta put that in my disclaimer....i don't own the yogurt trick either....that is sole property of my close, personal friend, Mira,lol. Love ya'll, God bless, and please correspond!! REVIEW PLEASE!!! TUNE IN NEXT TIME FOR DRAGONBALL......well, it 'aint Dragonball, not quite Z......well, JUST STAY TUNED and maybe I'll think of what to call it!! God bless ya'll!!