The Years After
Chapter Four
When Gohan began to cry I began to weep also and I went to him and wrapped my arms around him. He was gasping to regain control. He had lost his father, his best friends, and his allies in just six short months. I too, had lost just as much as my son.
"DAMN THEM!" Gohan cried, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists, which reminded me of his father when he was angry.
When Gohan was little, either Goku or I would hold him gently and lovingly when he cried. I was sympathetic, but Goku was confused.
"ChiChi.why does Gohan cry so much?" Goku asked as I cradled my baby in my arms. Gohan was only five months old at that time and it was fall now, the leaves falling off of the red, yellow and green trees outside. He had previously bumped his head on the crib.
"Babies can't talk so they cry to let you know what they need," I replied simply.
"Sounds like Gohan is sad to me," Goku said, rubbing the back of his head.
I blinked, surprised at my husband. For once he made sense to me.
"How would you calm him down?" I asked, challenging him.
Goku reached out for Gohan and holding his son over his head he made a funny face by crossing his eyes and sticking out his tongue. Gohan began to laugh.
Funny faces would not work with an eleven-year-old boy. Once Gohan was done with his tears he got up and took of towards Bulma 's Capsule Corporation. I didn't stop him, but I told him not to fight the Androids no matter how much he was tempted.
"I won't mother. I promise," Gohan said, bidding me farewell. His tears were dried, evaporated off of his handsome face. He no longer had the chubby cheeks of childhood and looked older to me now.
"Gohan-chan, be careful," I murmured as my son flew away from me. I would wait and waited I did.
Two days passed and Gohan was still not home and in those days I went into labor with my baby, crying out in pain. My father, the Ox King, came to me and tended to me as best he could. The sheets were drenched in sweat and blood and by that time I was weakening. My mother had been an Amazon and I was among the strongest races of humans on Earth. She had not died from childbirth, but from disease when I was only three. Death in childbirth had to be one of my worst nightmares at that time, besides loosing Gohan.
"I.cannot die from.this!" I cried, my father taking my hand in his.
"No, ChiChi, you won't! Work hard! It pays off!"
Following his words I worked my way through birthing a squalling child. I only had to look upon my new child's face to see that it was a girl.
"Tomoko." I murmured. My father bundled the baby and swabbed the inside of it's mouth to rid it of gunk. Then he placed her in my arms and I cradled her.
"With a loss there is a life," my father murmured, tears in his eyes. I knew he spoke of Goku.
With my new child I slept and when I awoke I tried nursing. The baby was premature by two months, but with her Saiyajin blood inside of her and her Amazon, I knew that she would pull through.
"Tomoko," I whispered. It sounded odd on my lips. I had been expecting a girl, as most proud Amazon women would expect, but I was delighted just the same with my girl child. Maybe even more delighted with a daughter than if I had had another son.
So Tomoko entered the world just as Kami exited.
When Gohan returned, Tomoko was nursing and had already gained a little weight, crucial to her survival. He was happy with his sister but it was not her birth that he was home to see.
"Without Piccolo there is no Kami and without Kami there are no dragon balls," Gohan said, angering lingering around his lips.
I bit my lip when I realized the truth in this statement.
"Piccolo.how could he have been so foolish!" Gohan cried, gripping his fists.
"Gohan." I murmured.
"He KNEW he'd die! Slaughtered like cattle just like the others! I've never seen so much blood in my life!" Gohan cried, kicking a rock.
My father stood silent, cradling Tomoko in his arms. Gohan continued to throw things and eventually knocked down a tree in his anger. This roused Tomoko who began to cry. I knew then I would not and could not stop my son's anger. He deserved to have it.
"Cities have been destroyed, people are dead. Corpses.everywhere! I'm worried for Bulma, for I fear that West City will be destroyed soon," Gohan informed us. I nodded.
"I will ask for her to come to us for safety's sake, we need her input," I agreed. Gohan nodded.
"I can only hope that Trunks is strong. I intend to train myself and ward of these Androids until I can hopefully defeat them," Gohan said, clenching his fists.
I could only nod. Where had my input, my whole control gone? I was not the raving tyrant I had once been. This had ceased the day my husband died. I thought of Goku as many times a day I could.
"The phones are down, though," Ox King interfered. "There are hardly any left to repair them!"
"I know," Gohan said and turning to me, "I will go fetch her. Stay put."
I agreed and placed my hand on my son's shoulder and gave it a squeeze.
"Your father is with you. Go fast," I said and let my son go once again into the sky.
I thought, for a moment right there in that state, that my son had sprouted wings.
End of chapter four.
Author's Note: Read and review! Note: No Goten ( Sorry, but you must understand that this is a whole different timeline than the original DBZ. Tomoko does have a purpose though. Stay tuned!
Chapter Four
When Gohan began to cry I began to weep also and I went to him and wrapped my arms around him. He was gasping to regain control. He had lost his father, his best friends, and his allies in just six short months. I too, had lost just as much as my son.
"DAMN THEM!" Gohan cried, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists, which reminded me of his father when he was angry.
When Gohan was little, either Goku or I would hold him gently and lovingly when he cried. I was sympathetic, but Goku was confused.
"ChiChi.why does Gohan cry so much?" Goku asked as I cradled my baby in my arms. Gohan was only five months old at that time and it was fall now, the leaves falling off of the red, yellow and green trees outside. He had previously bumped his head on the crib.
"Babies can't talk so they cry to let you know what they need," I replied simply.
"Sounds like Gohan is sad to me," Goku said, rubbing the back of his head.
I blinked, surprised at my husband. For once he made sense to me.
"How would you calm him down?" I asked, challenging him.
Goku reached out for Gohan and holding his son over his head he made a funny face by crossing his eyes and sticking out his tongue. Gohan began to laugh.
Funny faces would not work with an eleven-year-old boy. Once Gohan was done with his tears he got up and took of towards Bulma 's Capsule Corporation. I didn't stop him, but I told him not to fight the Androids no matter how much he was tempted.
"I won't mother. I promise," Gohan said, bidding me farewell. His tears were dried, evaporated off of his handsome face. He no longer had the chubby cheeks of childhood and looked older to me now.
"Gohan-chan, be careful," I murmured as my son flew away from me. I would wait and waited I did.
Two days passed and Gohan was still not home and in those days I went into labor with my baby, crying out in pain. My father, the Ox King, came to me and tended to me as best he could. The sheets were drenched in sweat and blood and by that time I was weakening. My mother had been an Amazon and I was among the strongest races of humans on Earth. She had not died from childbirth, but from disease when I was only three. Death in childbirth had to be one of my worst nightmares at that time, besides loosing Gohan.
"I.cannot die from.this!" I cried, my father taking my hand in his.
"No, ChiChi, you won't! Work hard! It pays off!"
Following his words I worked my way through birthing a squalling child. I only had to look upon my new child's face to see that it was a girl.
"Tomoko." I murmured. My father bundled the baby and swabbed the inside of it's mouth to rid it of gunk. Then he placed her in my arms and I cradled her.
"With a loss there is a life," my father murmured, tears in his eyes. I knew he spoke of Goku.
With my new child I slept and when I awoke I tried nursing. The baby was premature by two months, but with her Saiyajin blood inside of her and her Amazon, I knew that she would pull through.
"Tomoko," I whispered. It sounded odd on my lips. I had been expecting a girl, as most proud Amazon women would expect, but I was delighted just the same with my girl child. Maybe even more delighted with a daughter than if I had had another son.
So Tomoko entered the world just as Kami exited.
When Gohan returned, Tomoko was nursing and had already gained a little weight, crucial to her survival. He was happy with his sister but it was not her birth that he was home to see.
"Without Piccolo there is no Kami and without Kami there are no dragon balls," Gohan said, angering lingering around his lips.
I bit my lip when I realized the truth in this statement.
"Piccolo.how could he have been so foolish!" Gohan cried, gripping his fists.
"Gohan." I murmured.
"He KNEW he'd die! Slaughtered like cattle just like the others! I've never seen so much blood in my life!" Gohan cried, kicking a rock.
My father stood silent, cradling Tomoko in his arms. Gohan continued to throw things and eventually knocked down a tree in his anger. This roused Tomoko who began to cry. I knew then I would not and could not stop my son's anger. He deserved to have it.
"Cities have been destroyed, people are dead. Corpses.everywhere! I'm worried for Bulma, for I fear that West City will be destroyed soon," Gohan informed us. I nodded.
"I will ask for her to come to us for safety's sake, we need her input," I agreed. Gohan nodded.
"I can only hope that Trunks is strong. I intend to train myself and ward of these Androids until I can hopefully defeat them," Gohan said, clenching his fists.
I could only nod. Where had my input, my whole control gone? I was not the raving tyrant I had once been. This had ceased the day my husband died. I thought of Goku as many times a day I could.
"The phones are down, though," Ox King interfered. "There are hardly any left to repair them!"
"I know," Gohan said and turning to me, "I will go fetch her. Stay put."
I agreed and placed my hand on my son's shoulder and gave it a squeeze.
"Your father is with you. Go fast," I said and let my son go once again into the sky.
I thought, for a moment right there in that state, that my son had sprouted wings.
End of chapter four.
Author's Note: Read and review! Note: No Goten ( Sorry, but you must understand that this is a whole different timeline than the original DBZ. Tomoko does have a purpose though. Stay tuned!