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*Tenshi, while striking a Ginyu pose, sadly admits that she does not own the rights*
FRIEZA: Good work, Ginyu. If you were a dog I'd scratch your belly, if you were a cat I'd give you warm milk until you started to purr....But since you are neither of these I'll just say thanks for a job well done.
A/N: AHHHHHHHHHH!!! HORRIBLE! WRETCHED! Has anyone besides me noticed that NO ONE on the show got worse lines than RADDITZ or FRIEZA.....especially Frieza. I mean, at least Radditz's lines made us LAUGH, Frieza's lines just make us cringe...*eww* It almost makes you feel sorry for her...'scuse me, HIM. (Another vital area misconceptionized by the good-meaning translators from FUNi.) Oh well, I think about ten billion Veggie-heads would disagree with me on that one *cough,BEARANDGINA,cough* Oh well.
Hey, sorry for the LONG DELAY on this chapter, but I swear I have the most UNBELIEVABLE excuse for it's lateness. I am posting the entire story on my biography, so stop by and read it after you leave me a plump, juicy review on this chapter ^_^
Thanks for bearing with me, and now that I'm back home, Lord willin' there'll be much more to come much faster. Thanks again all of ya'll!
PS. After hearing my excuse, some of you may hate me! AHHH! I can't help it, so what if no mortal can comprehend the greatness of my predicament...BLEAH!
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The intense, blinding sunlight poured in the window of the small office on the fourth floor. It spilled over a young couple who, at the moment, were the image of grief and uncertainty. The young man gazed intensely at his youthful mate, stroking her hair and voicing calm reassurances in a tone that seemed as hopeless as her sorrowful expression. The morning light only made the scene more heartbreaking, as the new life and fresh start that were usually associated with morning tide didn't seem to be able to find a place for them in its warm, loving arms. The way the older calmed the younger, holding her hand and trying to say things that would give her hope, was truly a spectacle that would have emitted great sorrow and pathos from anyone watching, had anyone been watching.
Save one.
One who, despite the many would-be sympathizers, was watching.
***
"Chichi?" Goku asked silently.
She rubbed her eyes and looked up, letting him know that her attention had been granted.
"Wh-What exactly did all of that mean?" He asked slowly, trying to determine if she would be able to answer him or not.
Chichi swallowed her pain enough to answer her husbands inquiry.
"It means that the baby is....he's, well....he's not going to be normal, Goku." She choked the words forcefully.
"I figured that much, but what's gonna be diff'rent about him?" He asked absorbedly.
"His....his spine." She nearly gagged, "It's made wrong, he won't be able to walk at all."
Goku looked intensely at her, and she deciphered by his glare that this was something he already knew, she continued,
"And, he'll probably be mentally retarded." She choked swiftly, trying to force the words from her mouth as quickly as possible so that her mind wouldn't have time to register her sentence as a thought, therefore neglecting her from it's icy affirmation.
She looked up and noticed that Goku's expression had changed quite a bit, and she prepared herself to be bombarded with questions.
"What exactly does that mean?" He asked.
"It means that he won't be able to understand things like we do, he'll learn slow and need lots of extra attention." She answered shakily.
"But, we were gonna give him lots of attention anyhow, so why is that diff'rent?" He slurred innocently. Chichi wondered if he really understood the unbearable reality of the impending birth, or if it just hadn't hit him full throttle yet. She began,
"It's not just that, even after he's grown he'll still need lots of attention, more than most people could give. Even when he reaches adulthood he'll still have to live at home with us, if it's a serious case." She rushed her words again as an onslaught of tears formed behind her eyes once more.
Goku quirked an eyebrow, still not fully understanding the concept of 'mental retardation.'
"But," He began, "Is that a bad thing? I mean, kids are great, so won't it be nice to have him around even after he's grown-up? I mean, he might be an adult but he'll still be our kid, an--"
"It's not just that, Goku, don't you understand?" Chichi interrupted rather sharply, and Goku stopped his questioning.
"It's not just his condition that worries me." Her voice started to waver, but she suppressed her emotions and continued, "We--we're going to need money, and we don't have that at all." She tensed visibly, and clenched her fists.
She had been raised aristocratically, as the daughter of a king, literally a princess, and now she was in poverty, something she had never even dreamed of.
"But, we still have the money I won from the tournament, don'cha think that will cover some of it?" He asked, devoid of the fact that the impressive reward had been sustaining their every day life for the past seven and a half months.
"What money? We've almost spent all of it, including the money that Master Roshi gave us. Face it, Goku, we don't have many options." She choked.
Goku looked thoughtfully for a moment over the situation before he attempted a reply, and even then, he voiced it sheepishly, as he was somewhat apprehensive about his wife's answer.
"Well, I know you didn't want to, but we could ask dad for it." He stated plainly, yet a tone of reproach hung in the air as he evicted it.
Chichi sat silent for a moment before answering.
"I guess that's what we're going to have to do." She sighed sadly, and Goku was glad that she had thought his suggestion worthy of even considering, much less accepting.
But as he was relieved, she was only more burdened at the present ultimatum. She had never planned on asking him for money to support them, she wanted to prove to him that she could be independent and financially stable when she got out on her own. Despite the fact that her father dearly loved Goku and readily accepted him into the family, he was somewhat worried about how the young couple would be able to support themselves. Even though Goku never knew, her father was near the verge of reconsidering letting her go without some means of financial stability. But she had reassured him several times that everything would be fine, and that they wouldn't even need to borrow any of his fortune.
At that time she fully expected Goku to find some occupation. She thought it would look impressive on a company's record if one of their employees was the martial arts champion of the world, plus, there would most likely be a considerable plunge in theft. Besides. who wouldn't want someone as loyal, self-disciplined and dedicated as Goku to manage things?
But after being wed only a short time she understood fully that Goku had no aspirations for employment. He had worked odd jobs here and there for some peasants in the neighboring village, but refused pay for any of it. She had barked at him several times for not accepting the much-needed zeni, but he couldn't bring himself to charge anyone anything for something that he would have gladly done for free. And, much to her dismay, that's exactly what he did.
She had kept the financial strain a secret from her well-intentioned father. She had told herself it was only for privacy purposes, yet deep down she knew it was only her thick wall of pride that kept the situation under wraps, and she loathed having to ask her father.
"Chichi?" Goku asked again, placing his hand against the side of her face, and looking concernedly into her eyes, "What about....What about you?"
She opened her mouth, but shut it again when she couldn't make the words come out. After a moment she tried again, and her voice trembled so excessively Goku was afraid that she might be on the verge of another emotional breakdown. He wrapped his fingers around her wrists, and held them tightly as a consolation of sorts. She gulped and answered,
"I--I don't know, I don't know what's going to happen to me." She stated so truthfully, that the after image of her own words made soft tears roll down her face.
Goku relaxed his grip on her wrists. He didn't know what to say to her to make her feel better. He had told her that he loved her twice, but she didn't seem to care, so he didn't think it would make a difference if he said it again or not. It hadn't been easy saying those words, he felt extremely uncomfortable saying it, since he had never said it before to anyone. Why did he need to say something that he thought was apparent?
Better yet, he didn't know what to do to make her load seem any more bearable. If he could carry the baby for her he would, but regardless of the fact that he didn't know much about reproduction, he was more than a little sure that it would be impossible.
She whispered.
Goku started, he really didn't think that she would be coherent anytime soon. He perked his ears and straightened.
"Yeah?" He answered.
Chichi shut her eyes tightly, despite her somewhat rational appearance she seemed to be having an inner conflict inside of her in a place that her husband couldn't see. She breathed heavily several times before she looked at him, traces of guilt and what looked like shame etched her tear-worn face, and she winced as she spoke,
"Do - do you think we should consider it?" She tried for her voice to remain numb, yet a great emotion swept over her words like the winter's chill-soaked wind. Goku's eyes remained locked on his wife's, but his brows moved swiftly and his face changed it's expression -- not terribly noticeably -- yet subtly.
"What are you talkin' about?" He asked quietly, never diverting his gaze, giving his words an essence of drama.
Chichi swallowed hard, she couldn't seem to catch her breath and she wasn't able to move. Warrior or not, she was totally immobilized by her own nervousness.
"I--I mean, consider..." Her voice trailed, and she took a deep breath of much-needed oxygen, yet despite her filled lungs and capable voice, she only managed to whisper,
"An abortion."
Goku was taken back, he might have even shuddered at her words if he wasn't paralyzed in disbelief. He didn't know too much about medical terms, or procedures, but what he did know was that an 'abortion' meant that an innocent and harmless child was going to die. Regardless of the surge of moral indignity that was coursing through his veins, he withheld his true emotion for situation's sake and just shook his head.
"No, I don't think we should think about that, 'hon." He stated low, yet firmly.
Had Chichi been in a rational state of emotion, she would have understood his position completely, and she would have shunned herself for the mere thought of having such an operation. Yet if it was due to her excessive fear, or her inquiries about Goku's affection towards her, she began to let ludicrous assumptions enter her mind and alter her perspective.
"He just wants me to die, huh? He wants me to have this kid and just die. He never loved me, not even in the way he loves the others..."
"It's MY decision." She spat vehemently, before she was even able to register her words.
Goku sat wide-eyed and apprehensive at her outburst, in fact, he wasn't even sure if he heard her. She couldn't have said what he just heard, not Chichi. She didn't believe in that sort of thing, neither did he. He knew she didn't, so why did she just bark at him like that? It didn't make sense....
"What?" He whispered in disbelief.
At his words, Chichi stopped her mental rampage.
"What did I just say? Or do? Am I going crazy? I can't even think rationally! What's wrong with me!"
"Goku....I'm sorry!" She nearly screeched before she had time to think of what she was saying.
Goku was startled again for what seemed to be the hundredth time. He loved his wife--he did! She was just beginning to scare him....one minute she's yelling and the next she's crying...How was it that their relationship had gone from stable to shaky in a matter of days? He didn't understand any of it....His wife was acting strangely, her physician hated him with a passion, and he couldn't even pronounce the disorder of his own child. Things were exceptionally stressful and confusing, and her outbursts weren't helping his nerves any at all.
"It's okay, it's okay." He answered unassuredly and ran his hands up and down her arms. She was crying too hard to even hear his words, as now she was laden with fear, terror, worry and the newly formed guilt. She buried her head in his shirt and cried.
***
"Oh that is IT!" Mayo exclaimed to himself as he once again made a hobby of listening in on Chichi and Goku's personal conversation. If he ever eavesdropped on his patients before he couldn't recall...Yet something about her case drew him in further than he would have dared to delve had it been anyone else. He knew that he was getting in over his head, but he didn't even care anymore. He had hated that spiky-haired youth from the first time he laid eyes on him, and now hearing him telling his wife what she could and couldn't do with her own body infuriated him.
Actually, that was what he assumed happened, since all he heard was Chichi bring up the topic, then he heard her husband say something, next thing he was aware of she was crying. She had every right to her own choice, yet he was making it obvious she didn't even have a right to her own opinion.
"It all stops here. I don't know how, but I am going to make sure that he has no influence on her decision.....None whatsoever."
***
Goku continued to comfort his wife, yet this time from an arm's distance. Maybe he was being selfish by not solacing her with all of himself, yet her fits of near schizophrenia were intimidating, even to the World Martial Arts Champion of the world, so he thought it best to space his consolation efforts by at least a foot or two.
However, Chichi ceased her crying as quickly as it started, and all in a second seemed to gain complete composure. Her words didn't even hold a note of desperation as she spoke,
"Wh--What do you think we should do?" She stuttered a bit, yet in every other indication of mental soundness, she appeared completely stable. This scared Goku slightly, as now she had gone from crying to awareness all in about half a minute's time. But he was glad to see that she was acting a little more ...what was the word? Civilized?
"Wow," he thought, "Never thought I'd be thinking that one about her!"
"I...I really don't know." He replied honestly.
Chichi looked slightly downcast. They needed an answer and they needed it soon, and now Goku didn't even have a suggestion. She had seen the glimmer of uncertainty and a shadow of fear in his eyes when she had began to sob uncontrollably, so for the sake of his comfort, she had purposed to tone her mourning down a few notches, even though it was extremely difficult to do, especially in such a short time. He still seemed slightly awkward towards her, but she blamed that on herself.
She sighed, "I wish--I wish there was someone we knew, someone that we could talk to about this...." She trailed off, as she realized this statement was mostly herself thinking out loud, and thought it unnecessary to finish her sentence.
Goku took her words to heart though, and his eyes brightened considerably as he reached an undiscovered plateau of enlightenment so suddenly Chichi barely had time to register his newly established countenance before he spoke,
"I know someone who can help 'ya!" He drawled enthusiastically.
Chichi stared for a moment, still quite unsure of his newfound hope, "What? What are you talking about?" She quizzed reproachfully.
"I know a girl who works here an' she's really nice an-" Goku stopped in mid-sentence.
He was silent.
Extremely silent.
Chichi sat in dumb speech, yet an overall look of disapproval was plastered on her face.
"A girl?!" She interrogated, and the words escaped her mouth more sharply than she had wished them to. She calmed her voice before continuing, "What were you do-"
"SHHHH!" Goku hissed quickly. Chichi was so shocked had she been in a wave of feminism at the moment she still wouldn't have salvaged a reply.
He took no notice of her indignance, and he remained statue-still in the middle of the office.
He stood absolutely motionless, even though the position he was in seemed hard to maintain. He was walking toward the window when he stopped, and so had all of his weight distributed fully on one foot. His arms, which were in a somewhat swinging motion, were quiet to a fault. The pose looked extremely uncomfortable, yet he held it with effortless grace and balance. Nothing moved. All was silent, save the extreme heart palpitations that were nearly moving his clothes.
Chichi finally spoke, "What's wrong?" She whispered.
He barely took notice of her words. All he was absolutely sure of was that out of nowhere, a familiar energy subtly flared and disappeared all in a quarter second.
A real familiar energy.
He stepped, slowly and carefully over to the window. His movements reminded Chichi of an animal of feline persuasion, about to pounce on its prey. His eyes never moved from the window, and his upper body didn't subside one iota from it's original position, only his legs operated, and they seemed to glide, almost like an apparition.
Just as he reached the wall, his body jerked so fast she never even detected his movements before he was floating outside of the office window. His head looked fast both ways, yet she couldn't decipher a threat of any kind by the way his dark eyes searched the vicinity.
He flew back to the sill and levitated outside, a look of discombobulation on his face.
"Gosh, Chichi, I 'coulda swore that somethin' was out here." He told her.
"What are you talking about?" She drilled.
"I felt somethin' an' it was like I had felt it before, but it happened so fast that I couldn't tell who or what it was." He answered.
She was about to tell him to come back inside when something caught the corner of his eye as it strode across the parking lot. He turned his head rapidly, and Chichi noted how much his aura brightened.
"I'll be back Chichi, don't go nowhere!" He called as he flew off towards the figure.
"What in the world was that about?" She silently debated.
***
"Hey!! Hey Mira!!" Goku called as he landed on the hard concrete pavement.
Mira swirled around, her dark, silky hair circling her face, her bright eyes dancing in recognition.
"Hey Goku Son!" She answered with a slight laugh as she saw him approaching her rather excitedly, "What are you up t-"
"Hey can you come with me for a second?" He ejected quickly, anticipation brimming over his simple speech.
Mira thought for a second before answering, "Well, I just got off work, Goku Son....but I guess I can come for a few minutes, but I can't st-"
She didn't even have a chance to finish her sentence before she felt herself jerked against his solid torso, and his sculptured arms holding tightly around her waist.
Her mouth dropped half-open in a speechless shock, and her eyebrow rose in inquiry and silent protest, "Goku Son, what are you doing?!" She demanded quickly, her words donning an imperative emotion, however they were still representative of her usual carefree manner.
"I need 'ya to come with me for a second." He stated plainly as he began to levitate.
She began to voice another question, but found her vocal chords unable to vibrate properly once she adequately accepted her surroundings.
"OH KAMI......I'm.....FLOATING?! No......I'm......I'm......FLYING?!"
No sooner had this thought taken conception than Mira clung furiously to Goku's neck and screamed louder than he thought her small frame was capable of.
"OH KAMI, GOKU SON WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU DOING?!?!" She screeched freely and disjointedly.
He cringed. She was almost as loud as Chichi.
"Not so loud, Mira!" He pleaded, "I'm taking you to see my wife."
"WELL MY GOSH WE COULD HAVE TAKEN THE ELEVATOR!" She continued shrieking.
"Well my gosh you could be a little bit more sen'stive to other people's ears." He answered half seriously.
"BUT WHAT IF YOU DROP ME?!" She bellowed, totally oblivious to Goku's former statement.
"I won't drop 'ya, Mira." He answered so self-assured, that she diminished her squawking to an exasperated rasp.
"Son of a Namek, Goku Son, you could at least give me some warning." She squeaked with a sigh.
Goku quirked an eyebrow and looked at Mira questionably, "Son of a what?" He asked with absorbed interest.
Mira looked back at him with an odd expression, "I don't know, when I get nervous I just spout out words." She confessed.
Goku smiled, "Okay...I thought you'd gone all Chichi on me and started sayin' words I didn't know." He answered with a chuckle. Mira smirked and sarcastically added,
"Yeah, I've noticed you have quite a time with those two syllable words."
She attempted to make her statement believable, yet dissolved to self-rewarded giggles a second after her sentence was comprehensible.
"Yeah, yeah, real funny." He sneered, yet let a loose grin fall over his face before he too, resorted to laughter.
***
Chichi had been patiently waiting by the window for a few minutes when Goku appeared.....with a girl?
He stepped casually into the office as if striding over the threshold of a door, and set Mira firmly on the carpeted floor, yet balanced her slightly as her wavering limbs threatened to collapse her person onto the ground. Once he was assured that she could hold her own, he turned to his wife.
"Chichi, this is Mira, the girl I was tellin' 'ya about." He slurred, trying to make a cordial introduction as Chichi had been training him to do. He felt unsure about the titles, as he didn't know what to call Mira besides the obvious, so he just left it on a first name basis.
Despite the rocky trip, Mira held out a shaky hand and smiled warmly, "Pleased to finally meet you, Chichi Son."
Chichi slightly cocked a brow, wondering what to do. The girl seemed nice enough, yet she was clinging very closely to her husband, and that was -- In Chichi's mind -- not a great way to make a first impression on someone's wife. Normally, Chichi would have been inviting and mannerly, yet something about this girl's presence intimidated her.
"It's all in your head, she's just a nurse here that Goku knows....nothing more. Besides, you've already been so indifferent today it's time that you start being socially acceptable and quit being so uncivil."
Regardless of her reasoning, Chichi just couldn't seem to allow herself cordiality to this girl, but she managed to stick her arm out warily and shake the nurse's hand. Mira smiled, and her bright, crystal eyes illuminated the room.
"Oh Kami, she's gorgeous."
Chichi allowed this reasoning to enter her head, and self-doubt followed suit. She managed to temporarily push those emotions out of her skull, but it was replaced suddenly with one overwhelming feeling.
Possession.
Goku was barely aware of his whereabouts before he felt himself in a near headlock, being dragged down by the weight of his wife's ferocious embrace.
Mira looked taken back, but managed a smile and a traditional bow. "I'm Mira." She stated plainly.
"I know who you are." She spat vehemently, and unknowingly and certainly unintentionally drawled her next words to perfection. "And in case 'yer wonderin', he's my territory."
Mira started a bit, and Goku, between labored breathing and squished lungs, couldn't help but recall an almighty confounding sense of deja vous.
***
After a moment, Chichi settled enough to loose her hold on Goku to where she was only slightly cutting off his circulation. Goku was dumbfounded, he could absolutely find no words to make his situation logical. He found it odd that out of all the times he had set Chichi on his lap, it somehow seemed right. But now, as he was reduced to sitting on hers, it was just....weird. Unnaturally weird. And even though he squirmed like a small child, she refused to give him anymore leeway than she had already allowed.
Goku noted that the look on Mira's face was, he was sure, a physical representation of his own feelings at that moment, he just found himself unable to express anything except pure, unadulterated shock.
***
After the initial emotions had subsided just a bit, Mira began to speak as seriously as she could, spiting the fact that she wished to hide and laugh at the same time.
"So um...what is it exactly that you wanted me to be here for, Goku Son?" Mira asked sweetly, trying to smother the look of sheer amusement on her face as he struggled against his wife's physical strength.
"Well, I was kinda hopin' that 'ya could tell us a 'lil about what we oughtta do." He answered breathlessly, as he once again unsuccessfully tried to free himself from Chichi's iron grasp.
"About what?" She requested.
Goku went on to tell the entire story, with Chichi filling in on things he didn't expound on and things he couldn't quite remember. Mira listened carefully with accelerating interest. By the time the story was finally over, Chichi had been reminded of the extremely unfortunate coincidence that she was in, and so had released her husband due to emotional factors. But even after she had freed him, she didn't let him wander too far from her side or too close to Mira's.
"Oh no, that's an awful situation that you two are in." Mira stated sympathetically.
"Yeah, really." Goku added, "So what do you think we should do?"
"Well, abortions are really risky. Almost all abortive procedures are done by under trained personnel." She answered factually.
Chichi noticed the look on her husbands face and said, "That means they don't know what they're doing."
Mira smiled, Goku's wife seemed to know him to a fault.
Mira continued to educate the two on abortive procedures, as well as the conditions and options that might be available to their case. By the end of the discussion, Chichi was looking a bit brighter, and Goku a bit dimmer, as medical terms weren't his strongest area of expertise.
"All in all, I think you two should hope for the best. I'm tellin' 'ya, sometimes medicine can't do for a person what a good attitude and outlook will. Now, if I were you two, I'd march right out those doors and tell those doctors your decision so you can get ready and go home." She commented happily.
Chichi listened to Mira's speech, and took her words to heart. She wouldn't dare admit it, but something about Mira's outlook and her happy-go-lucky mannerisms gave her more hope than she thought she could obtain in her current state. Even though Chichi didn't quite have an opinion on the girl yet, she sure seemed optimistic, almost like Goku.
"One reason why they wouldn't be good together....they're too much alike." She tried convincing herself, before she realized what she was thinking, and shook the thought out of her head almost physically.
Regardless of her indifference towards the nurse, she bowed slightly and let a thankful expression dance across her face. "Thank you." She said politely. Mira beamed and returned the same gesture towards Goku's mate.
"Your welcome." She answered lowly, and Chichi started for the door, however not before attaching herself firmly around Goku's tiny waist. Friendly or not, Chichi was still not taking any precautions where Goku was concerned. Mira laughed heartily as a frantic look crossed his young face again as he was hauled towards the door.
Before exiting the room, Goku turned and thanked Mira again.
"Glad to make a difference." She said sweetly, "And honestly, don't worry, you'll be picking names before too much longer....Like Goku Jr.!!!" She doubled over, amused with herself once more. Goku looked visibly disturbed, yet Chichi took it to favor.
"Yeah....Goku Jr....Why not?" She muttered to herself. Goku's sonic hearing aided his benefit once more, and he protested loudly in his defense.
"Hey, I don't think so, that'd be way too confusin' havin' two of me around." He argued.
"You'd get used to it." Chichi answered smugly, and continued pulling Goku out of the office. Mira laughed as Goku's face evolved into more of a panic at the prospect of ultimate confusion for his person for the next eighteen or so years.
As soon as they were gone and Mira had contained her laughter, she stopped abruptly and for the first time the thought had a chance to register itself in her head.
"How on EARTH was he able to FLY?!?!"
***
As soon as Doctor Mayo's office was out of eye shot, Chichi disentangled herself from around Goku's waist, much to his surprise and his respiratory system's approval.
"What was that about?" He drilled.
"Nothing, I just wanted a hug that's all." She answered, never diverting her gaze from the path before her.
"Well gosh Chichi, 'ya coulda--" Goku stopped his sentence abruptly as he noticed six familiar figures standing in a personal conference at the end of the hall.
Taking charge, Chichi straightened her stature and hooked Goku's arm loosely in hers, and walked dominantly towards the congregation. On nearing the group, Goku recognized each of them from the meeting earlier.
Chichi cleared her throat, and the crowd turned to see the very woman on whom they were discussing. Chichi began as professionally as she knew how,
"Gentlemen, Ladies..."
"And Doctor Mayo." Goku piped in involuntarily, and Mayo stiffened considerably.
If Chichi hadn't have been so grave at the moment she might have smiled.
"We have come to the mutual decision that an abortive surgery is not an option, but that we are open to any other options or procedures that you can offer us that will in no way harm our child." She laid her words carefully and powerfully with her chin up and head high, and only Goku was aware of her nervousness as she trembled slightly against his arm.
"Was that your decision or your husbands?" Mayo snapped so vehemently that all the other doctors jumped at his words.
Chichi started, what was she going to say now? What was she even talking about before? Her courage seemed to drain from her, yet she only had to be conscious of her husbands presence beside her and she stiffened once more with renewed vigor.
"It was mutual, we have both decided against it." Chichi replied matter-of-factly.
"I'd wager that that's only a half-truth." He spat, yet was cut off as Dei entered the argument.
"Mrs. Son, you know that it's not likely that--"
"I know what's likely and what isn't, but I know what we've decided and I am not changing my mind. We are going to have this child, medical condition or not, and I am going to deliver him and I'm going to be just fine. Nothing you can say can move my decision, understand?" She stated as if it were a national law. Goku grinned and nodded,
"Yeah, she's real stubborn, better listen to her."
"Oh and your one to talk, Son." Mayo started but was restrained by the Jamaican doctor.
"If dat's what they want, Mayo, it is not your concern." He said firmly, and instantly he gained Goku's favor.
Chichi smiled triumphantly and tightened her grip on Goku's arm. "Now, if you'll excuse us, we're going home for a few days and we'll call you when we feel like it."
"But Mrs. Son, you don't understand," Hoshu interrupted, "We're going to need you to stay here for a few hours before we can release you, you see it's a rather urgent matter an-"
"We'll be back tomorrow. I feel okay, I've lived through worse and I want to sleep in my own bed tonight with my husband, something I've been denied for the past few days and will not stand for even one time more. Goodbye now, I appreciate your concern and your help, but now I think I'm going to start taking care of myself a little and not depending on others to do that for me. I'll see you first thing tomorrow morning." She bowed cordially, and Goku followed her example, yet his was not nearly as graceful or poised as her bow appeared, his looked more like the bow before a fight to the death, as was the only bow he knew at all. Chichi cocked her head and finished with,
"Ladies, Gentleman." And began to stride down the hallway, but only took a few steps before she turned her head and sneered deviously,
"Oh yeah, and uh....you too, Doctor Mayo."
***
Goku and Chichi neared the end of the hall towards the elevator, ignoring the pleas of the doctors to come back and talk through their decision rationally. As they were nearly in the isolation of the metal box, A sign on the wall caught Chichi's eye.
"Hey Goku, why don't we go look at the nursery? You know our baby is going to be there when he's born." She said cheerily, yet a sinking feeling tried to claim her from the inside as she thought about the whole ordeal once again.
"Sure, okay." He agreed, and they started down the south wing of the hall.
Once they reached the designated area, they stopped for a moment to look over all the newborns who were sleeping soundly in their cribs and incubators.
"Aww, Goku, aren't they adorable?" Chichi sighed.
"Yeah, I guess so." He smiled and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
"Hey Chichi, that one there, why does she look diff'rent than the other ones?" He interrogated as he pointed out a small child that had a different nationality than the others.
"Well, she's bi-racial, I suppose." Chichi said neutrally, but Goku detected an air of disdain in her voice.
"What does that mean?" He asked innocently.
"It means that one of her parents is white, and the other one is black." She stated reproachfully.
"Is that a bad thing, 'ya think?" He quizzed naively.
"I think when two people are that different that they shouldn't get married, or have children. It complicates things too much." She answered firmly.
"So, when two people are really diff'rent, it's a bad thing when they get married?" He guessed.
"Technically, yes." She replied frankly.
"Then why don't 'ya get mad at your dad?" He questioned. Chichi's brows arched in what she was sure must be misconception.
"What are you talking about?" She demanded.
"Well, I mean, your dad was really huge, and your mom, from what 'ya told me, was only a 'lil taller than 'ya are now. So why didn't you get mad at them? I mean, don't that make 'ya a lot like that 'lil girl?" He said pointing to the crib.
Chichi narrowed her eyes as a slight but fierce anger began to build. "No, Goku, that is not the same thing, and any normal person could see why it isn't. My parents loved each other and so they got married, but they were both of Japanese descent, so that means it's okay." She answered harshly.
"So....you have to be the same color for it to work?" He asked, totally confused.
"In my opinion, yes." She said, and started trotting down the hall at a quick pace, totally breaking free from his arm. Goku lagged behind for a moment, totally lost. He soon quickened his step and walked beside his wife.
"Hey, uh, sorry if I made 'ya mad back there, Chichi." He apologized bluntly.
She looked at him from the corner of her eye, and something about the way he looked at the moment made her forget all of her prior agitation.
"It's okay." She smiled as they exited the building,
"After all, we're finally going home!!" She cheered instantly at her own words.
"Yeah.....until tomorrow, that is." Goku thought gloomily, but smiled nonetheless.
"Yeah, it'll be nice to be at home again tonight." He added.
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A/N: Hey Guys and Gals!! Sorry for this incredibly short chapter, but no fear! I am working on chapter five even as I speak. I already have some of it done and it should be up on this site in less than a week (Hopefully) yet no guarantees. Sorry that this chapter was a bit boring, but hey sometimes you have to have some down time to build up to the climax...and oh boy is it a climax worth waiting for. Thank all of ya'll for your time reading this story, and thanks especially to Mira for lending her acting abilities to play in this story. Don't forget to check out my bio, because you guys won't BELIEVE what happened to this crazy otaku!! Oh yeah, and for those of you interested in the actual real life *statistics* of abortion, my bio will also have some actual real-life statistics about the procedure. I recommend for anyone who is considering this surgery to first contact your Crisis Pregnancy Center and learn about the procedure first. Anyhow, this story doesn't focus entirely on that factor, but hopefully it does make some of you partially aware to the situation facing many women. Anyhow, This is a short chapter and I'm sorry for that, but the next chapter will be much longer and like my usual stuff. And about the interracial issue, I want you to know that Chichi's view is not my own. I am like Goku in this story, as I don't see why some people believe that. Anyhow, more expounding on this issue in later chapters, and I am not in any way trying to slam on interraciality, but wanted to show expose how some people are too short sighted. I don't know why but I had a hard time with this chapter, hope it doesn't suffer any. I will contact all of you when Chapter Five is up, and it should be up soon. Oh yeah, and to answer someone's question, they asked when this story would be over. Well, this is good news to fans of long stories, because this is going to be REALLY long. I haven't decided just when I am going to end it, but I know where it was going to end originally. The REAL GOOD conflict hasn't even risen yet....but you'll be getting to a good mini-conflict in about the next chapter or two, so that's something to look forward to. Also, I have a great inspiration for a new Chichi and Goku story, but I won't even start that one until after this one has gotten along well. Anyhow, thank you once again for all of your reviews. As of this moment, I have 41 on just three chapters! That's EXCEPTIONAL!!Thank you SO much. God bless! *Shout out to Kuma-chan!*