Part II: Mourning
Krillin scratched his head as Dende talked to each other, musing on the possibilities of their topic. Keep away from Goku as number 1, he thought, keep him happy...Wait! Keep him happy? How would Vegeta be able to do that?
Piccolo and Gohan were discussing in low tones, stealing several glances at the talking pair near Goku, who was still unconscious.
Vegeta nodded and lifted Goku into his arms. He got up and took flight without any word. Piccolo, Gohan and Krillin looked at the fleeing dot in the sky with their mouths open. However, Dende's eyes narrowed at the future of the two saiyans and a smile slightly on his green lips. Destiny brings them together and will take them apart, Dende thought sadly.
The next two days it was Chichi's funeral. Goku stood at her grave with sad eyes and, after the priest said a couple of prayers, placed a bouquet of flowers on top of the mound. He took a step back and listened to the world around him. The birds weren't chirping that day. The sky was bleak and gray. There was no wind but cold air drifted into his muscles and finally to his heart. It seemed as if Mother Nature was mourning for this human, this special mortal who gave him his sons and his life. Without her, life was meaningless.
He felt something rolling down his cheeks and his finger touched it. It was a pearly tear. Or was it rain because at that moment rain drops began to appear. Leaves, grasses, everything became wet. Then came the coldness imagined by living things. He was so deep in thought about the rain that it took him a while to notice a heavy weight on his shoulder.
"You okay, Goku?" Krillin's voice echoed in his ears. Goku broke away from his reverie and nodded, not saying anything.
"Hey, you know," he said in an awkward tone, "she's cool. Except for the slapping on the cheek thing," Goku heard him laugh and he let out a weak chuckle. Krillin felt that he had the chance to make his best friend deal with his wife's death more easily.
Goku put on his hood and walked away from the grave as soon as the holy man finished his eulogy. The rain kept on going and going, raining on endlessly.