Chichi sat up for hours in her bed wondering why Yamcha would even care to sympathize with her. But then again, he had been through a lot with Bulma, and now she was the happy companion of Vegeta. Ouch, Chichi thought, no wonder his ego is torn.

Lately she found a hobby that kept her from feeling so depressed. She opened her journal and began to spill details about the day with her black ink. It made her feel better to express her feelings in a journal since she really had no one to talk to about everything she was feeling.

She finished her recent entry and hugged it to her chest as she fell onto her bed. She felt so much more relief now that she could let everything out. Gohan insisted that she get out more often, but she knew life will never be like it was, and she could never achieve that height of happiness ever again. But given the cards that Kami had dealt her, she has to traverse the worst time in her life and make the best of it, and that is was she is going to do.

~*~

As soon as Gohan fell asleep, she put on her robe and decided to spend some time outdoors. She went out her front door and sat on the part of the hill where she could see a wonderful view of the mountainside. Although she had never stargazed with Goku, she was glad that they never had. It would just be another painful memory for her to remember.

She reclined and watched as the eternal stars blinked and shined brilliantly. Mentally picking out constellations in the sky, she came across a lone cloud group that formed the shape of Goku's face. No matter how hard she tried to just be happy, tears still formed in her eyes.

"Beautiful night, isn't it?"

Alarmed, Chichi sat up and looked around. She couldn't see anyone and fear began to build in her nerves. A silhouette formed by a tree close to her. As he stepped closer to her, his facial features became clear.

"Yamcha? What are you doing here?" Chichi managed to say, obviously still a little shaken up.

"Walking," he replied. Yamcha walked over and took a seat next to her on the grass. "It helps me clear my mind every once and a while."

"Ditto. But what brought you this far?" she inquired, no one really knew about her house except for a few.

"I was thinking about you," he said quickly.

Chichi stared at him stunned, and blushed a little. Why? She kept asking herself through the silence that took over their small conversation.

She cleared her throat and asked, "Really?"

"Yeah, I couldn't help but sympathize for you," he said.

"The last thing I need is for someone like you to 'sympathize' with me. You will never understand the amount of pain I'm in right now," Chichi snapped. Silence once again hovered over their conversation.

"Look, I'm sorry that didn't come out right. Let me start again. I know what you're going through."

"Hardly. My husband is dead. What do you think about that, huh? And don't compare my situation with your ongoing 'thing' with Bulma, and at least she's still alive."

"Wow, you think everything is just about you, don't you?" he shot back at her. "Sure, my heartache isn't as significant as yours, but I thought you could use someone to talk to who's felt something close to what you're enduring. But since your problems are obviously bigger than everyone else's so that you can't even let down your defenses, it seems you just want people to feel sorry for you. Yeah, Bulma is still alive, but you don't understand either Chichi.

"Every time I see her, it's like a part of me dies. I don't know how to explain it, but I know that I have to get over it. It's not like I had a support group to help me get over her, so it's been a long process. A little too long if you ask me."

"Did you just come out here to verbally abuse me, or what?" Chichi asked. "Okay, you've made your point, we're in the same boat, but why? Why do you care about me and what I'm feeling?"

"I don't know. I honestly don't think I can come up with a reason for why I'm here. I thought that I could just talk to you."

"It looks like we have that covered," Chichi pointed out. She shivered a little but gazed on into the heavens. "T-thanks."

He smiled. "Now I've gotten somewhere."

Chichi blinked and shot a slight smile at him, which grew slowly until she was genuinely smiling again.

"See?" he teased. He shook off his pullover sweater and handed it to her.

She shook her head, yet accepted it from him. It was weird to her; Chichi felt calm for the first time in a month, and it was around someone she least expected. As she made small talk with him thoughts and realizations hit her. Was he the answer to her endless prayers? Never had she thought that her wish for an angel to console her would come in the form of an old friend, especially him. However, Chichi knew deep down this was a start of a friendship with this angel Kami had finally sent to her.

~*~

The sun finally peaked over the distant mountains waking the two who had drifted asleep outside. Chichi found herself snuggled next to Yamcha and his arms around her.

Her eyes opened wide as she searched her mind frantically to see if she had done anything unfit last night, but nothing came to mind. All she remembered was the pleasant conversation she had with Yamcha until she apparently drifted off to sleep. She smiled and stretched, eventually waking the man lying next to her.

He blinked rapidly until he completely regained consciousness. As he yawned, he followed Chichi into her house without an invite knowing it was implied.

Gohan sleepily walked into the living room to find his mother and Yamcha having a cup of tea. He rubbed his eyes and glanced again to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

"Good morning Gohan," Yamcha greeted and sipped his tea. Chichi motioned for her son to join them at the table.

"Hi Yamcha, what are you doing here?" he asked. Gohan was a smart boy; he knew it was very early in the morning, especially for someone like Yamcha.

"I stopped by to have a few words with your mother of course. Just checking' up on her, you know."

Gohan nodded slightly and poured himself some tea and set his mind on something else. Then he noticed the sweater on his mom and instantly knew that it wasn't one of hers.

"As a matter of fact, I was just leaving," Yamcha said as he stood up from his chair. "I'll talk to you two later."

While he walked past the two, he rubbed Gohan's head and smiled at Chichi. Gohan glanced at his mother with a perplexed look. Whatever happened between the two, it made his mom ten times happier, he could tell it in her eyes. But he couldn't tell if he was too happy with what might happen.