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The Young and the Mate-less
Written by the somewhat infamous Goku's Daughter
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Gohan pushed himself into his mother's kitchen, sitting down in a chair beside his younger brother. Apparently, by everyone's reaction, whether if it was a stare or just an eyebrow raised, Gohan did not make an attempt to hide his disturbed and upset emotions.
"Oi. Gohan? What's wrong?" Goten asked quite loudly, poking at his brother with his chopstick. Inside his mouth was chewed up yellow, fried eggs and it was fortunate for the maid that none had flown out when Goten spoke.
Gohan ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. Should he tell his whole family? If he didn't, then they'll continue to pester him. Plus, Rita was already mated. "Videl and I are through. Finish."
Chichi immediately gasped. Bardock and Goku similarly raised eyebrows in disbelief. Goten's mouth was hung open and this time food fell out, disgustingly.
"Are you serious?!?" Goten almost shouted, rising to his feet. He was the most surprised than any other member of the family. He actually believed that his brother had finally found his life partner, mate…
Gohan nodded gravely, staring down at the table. He especially wanted to avoid looking at anyone's shocked faces. The Saiyan prayed that no one would question the cause of the break up.
"Why?" was Goten's query.
Damn. Now what was Gohan supposed to tell them? 'Oh, she was a prostitute'. That wasn't too explanatory…now was it?
"She keeps on surprising me with things that I can't handle," Gohan suddenly said, still not having the courage to look up, especially when he heard his grandfather chuckle with amusement.
"Oh let me guess Gohan… she has a mate on the other side of Earth, and is secretively looking after three children?" Bardock dryly suggested, smirking as he chomped on his eggs.
This time Gohan looked up, straight at his grandfather. He provided him with a dark look, which didn't do much. His grandfather only saw that as a sign of Saiyan-ness. "No," Gohan responded shortly after rolling his eyes. "It's nothing like that."
"Then what is it?" Chichi demanded, coming to the table to give her eldest son a stare. Was it just him, or were their tears forming in her eyes? And why wasn't his father, Goku, saying something? Anything? Was anyone on Gohan's side?
"Yeah. Why did you break up with the best thing—er, person—that you ever had?" Goku suddenly whispered. That question was definitely unexpected, especially coming from him. No one had known how in depth Gohan's and Goku's bond was.
And now, it made things much more difficult.
Gohan wondered if he should lie. He was pretty good at that. Bardock was good at that. Raditz was good at that. Rita, especially was great at it. Goten, well, he was getting there to be up in Raditz rank. His father, er, no, not exactly. Surely, Gohan must have gotten some of that lying talent.
Gohan's eyes narrowed. "Can we just drop it? We broke up. That's all. Don't tell me you expected me to marry her? The only reason why I hooked up with her was for Rita! Now excuse me, I have work to do!" Wow. That was harsh.
All members of the family just stared, not saying anything as Gohan left the Son residence.
Goten stopped chewing on his bacon and gazed at the kitchen exit that Gohan had just used. "Woah. What crawled up his ass and died?"
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Bardock smiled broadly. His hands were on his not so muscular legs, not believing what he could do.
"Kakarott, am I seeing things?" he whispered.
Goku grinned happily. "Nope. Father, you can walk!"
It was finally true… Bardock could walk again! During a friendly spar between father and son, Bardock was in a position that he really needed his legs. Usually he would use his ki to get out of those tight positions, but Kakarott was too smart when fighting. Goku was able to wrap his arms behind his father, choking Bardock from behind rather, squeezing the air out of him. They were levitated in the air, and Bardock needed to use his legs to counter attack by kicking Goku, preferably in the balls. It was a long shot but it was the only way. Unless he gave up… Ha ha, he found that funny because Bardock never ever submitted.
And so with great effort, Bardock tried to pull one of his legs to his chest, bringing it into chamber. Kami, it was painful but Barock was desperate. When Goku saw that his father was actually moving his legs, Goku was a little shocked—and unconsciously loosened his grip. Bardock saw this and jerked his arms away from his son, ramming his fist right in his son's eye, after back kicking Goku in the stomach. So what, Bardock missed only a few inches or so.
Goku floated back and stared at Bardock. "I never knew you could do that?"
Bardock squeezed his legs. Becoming frustrated he ripped off the spandex pants of his armour. "Come on! Move!" He squeezed harder and harder and began moving each leg manually.
Carefully, Goku watched Bardock doing this. It was odd seeing him do this. This time it looked so easy for his father to move his legs than any other. Interesting. "Father, stand on the ground."
Bardock glanced at Kakarott, ignoring what he had said. But as the silence grew, Bardock again glanced at his son and saw his stare. He soon complied.
"Walk."
"Are you a dumbass? You know I can't." Bardock crossed his arms over his chest and shot a defensive stare to Goku.
Goku grinned. "And since when did you give up on anything?"
Those words echoed in Bardock's head for a while as time stood still. His dark eyes were still on his son, the son that inherited his same image, appearance. Kakarott was right. He should not be pessimistic. Struggling, Bardock attempted to walk, properly. At first it was expected for him to wobble on one side to another, but soon, as he squeezed into his flesh, grunted out profanities, it was like the invisible cast around his two legs shattered and vanished. Bending his knees without aid was… getting easier and easier with each step. Bardock felt so alive.
Was Kami playing tricks with him?
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Bardock allowed, or rather dismissed, Kakarott to have some alone time with his mate. Immediately Bardock set out to show everyone in the house that he could use his legs again! He walked in each room, corridor, and corner of the large house.
His smile grew larger when he was at the office where he sometimes found Gohan in.
Slowly he pushed the dark mahogany door opened. He knew Gohan was here by the strong musk scent in the air. Soon, Bardock entered, on the ground, and stared at Gohan before him.
"Hey. Look. I can kick your sorry ass for real. I can use my legs!"
Gohan sat in a gray chair at the matching mahogany desk. There were numerous papers scattered all over the place, just as writing utensils, such as pens and pencils. Other instruments in the office could be found as well, but maybe not with easiness. The place was in a mess. Just like Gohan.
From the last time Bardock saw him, Gohan was neat and presentable. Now his grandson's spiky locks were limp and lifeless. His eyes lacked sparkle and joy. His suit was a bit wrinkly and his tie was slacked. Bardock suspected a reason why Gohan was in this state, but with better judgment he decided not to say anything.
"That's nice grandfather," Gohan said, trying to sound happy for Bardock. His dark eyes looked cold, like a Saiyan's, but it was more disturbing than anything else. "How did it happen?"
Bardock walked around the untidy room, trying to keep his legs working. "I was sparring with your father."
"Ah. Yes. Father has a special way of bringing the best out of people, doesn't he…" Gohan's eyes strayed onto the paperwork lying on his desk and Bardock knew Gohan was already in the special world he made inside of his head.
"Yeah. Right." Bardock waited. "Gohan, look at me." It sounded like an order. When Gohan did, Bardock grinned weakly, almost compassionately. "Videl deserted you, didn't she?"
Gohan almost fell over. When he recomposed and glared at his grandfather, he spoke out sharply, "Why do you always assume that I always get dumped? And for your information, I dumped her."
Bardock's jaw hung a bit. "Are you kidding me? Why the hell would you get rid of her?" His pupils shrunk quite a bit that it made Gohan wonder.
He instead nervously sat there, trying to get an answer. "She isn't what I thought she was."
"I heard that part already."
"Well you don't want to know. It might taint your image about her."
"Okay… well then… whatever she did… er…" Bardock walked to the desk and looked directly in Gohan's eyes. "I guess you don't love her enough to forgive whatever she did."
"And what would you know about love?"
Bardock smirked. "Well I do have two sons. But I guess you have a point. I do know nothing about it." His smirked dulled a little as he walked to door. Before he exited, Bardock looked back at Gohan and said, "It's funny though. I gained something special I lost a long time ago. And you just lost something special. I guess life is just like that, huh?" He paused for a moment before asking, "Don't tell me you walked away from the best thing that happened to you? Don't tell me it's because of that human…?" He meant Lime.
Gohan stared at Bardock carefully. "Who are you and what have you done to my Saiyan grandfather?"
Bardock's nasty grin came back. "Human media helps rubs that corny shit off onto you. I'm going to eat. I'll see you in the kitchen later." When Bardock left, by jogging this time, Gohan sat down and contemplated.
"Grandfather does have a point… What the hell is this world coming too?"
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Gohan… Gohan…
Gohan's eyes shot opened as he stared around his room. He must have been hearing things. He was sure someone was calling to him, but when he searched for the keeper of that heavenly voice, the Saiyan found no one. Continuing to lazily complete his work, the Saiyan looked down, scribbling down words. Presently he was hidden in some depressed, gray shield, feeling the same way when he lost Lime. Quickly he shook his head, frowning.
"Videl is nothing like her."
I know
There it was again! Gohan titled on one side of his chair, peering to see if anyone was at the door. No one was there.
"Goten? Grandpa? Krillin?" he called out and no one answered. "Anyone there?" Still no one. Well no one at the door at least.
Gohan… look up…
Slowly and uncertainly Gohan did what the voice has asked. His breath was caught in his throat when he saw a saintly image of a woman in white clothing. "Lime?" he whispered, his eyes bugged out with jaw hung low. "Am I hallucinating or dreaming?" he whispered again, but a bit louder. Her ghost—if it really was her—didn't reply. She just smiled warmly down at him, not answering if he was going crazy.
Gohan, why are you so sad?
Gohan blinked, twice, before deciding that he was indeed mad. He knew very well that Lime could come back with the dragonballs, but it was forbidden for any Saiyan to use them for their own pleasure. The Saiyan was more than sure that she hadn't come back to life to cheer him up. However, talking back to a hallucinating image… He couldn't make up his mind whether he should do it or not. "I am not sad." He blurted that out before he could stop himself.
Yes you are, the voice argued. The transparent image lost her frown.
"No, I'm not!" Gohan insisted, staring up. However, his eyes softened when he said, "I miss you…"
Lime—or whom Gohan thought was Lime—slowly smiled. I miss you too… But I love it in heaven. It's great. The voice paused, taking a moment to get Gohan's full attention and for him to be relived from the shock. You're not alone Gohan. I know I still love you. I know you still love me but you have to move on.
"You say it like it's so simple but it's not," he snapped.
I know, but you already did… or so I thought.
"You mean Videl."
Yeah. Her. She's very pretty and she looks nice.
"She is… but… she's… she's not you," he whispered. By now Gohan was unaware of his surroundings. It was like all of that faded away.
I know. No one is the same. But I know you love her.
"No I still love you."
Gohan… I'm not in your world!
"I'll bring you back with the dragonballs!"
What exactly did she do to you?
"What are you talking about?"
You seemed robbed of something…
"I just miss you."
You got over me when you met her.
"No, she was just my excuse—"
Oh my, she interrupted. There was a dreary pause. You really do love her?
Gohan kept silent. He wanted to scream and tell her to "Shut up!" but this was Lime. His lover. No. His past lover.
Why did you walk away from her? Gohan what did you do?
"Why do you assume that I did something?"
Well… you're the Saiyan…
"Well she's a half bred."
Okay, what did she do?
Gohan never replied.
Apparently, Lime wasn't going to waste anytime to try and get an answer. Whatever it is… if you really love her, you'll forgive and forget whatever past crimes and sins she committed. Wasn't she the best thing that happened after I was gone? Didn't she bring the colour back in your world? Didn't she make you happy?
'Where the hell was all this coming from?' Gohan wondered, keeping his mouth tightly shut in a straight line.
Am I right?
She was waiting for an answer but still Gohan never gave her one. After five minutes, she began to fade from Gohan's sight. Before he had a chance to call her back, she said, I'm gone, Gohan. Videl isn't. You can still have her…
Gohan swallowed hard, unaware that he was sweating profusely. "Oh my Kami," he whispered, breathlessly. Was that just Lime? He was still having a hard time figuring out if he was going crazy or not.
One thing was certain as he sat there still… He wanted and needed Videl back. Desperately. He missed her more than how he missed Lime.
Meanwhile, Goten, who had just previously peeked through his brother's door, had an odd frown on his face. 'Who was Gohan just talking to?' the teen wondered as his eyebrows pulled closer. 'Lime? That's impossible! She's dead.'
Moving away from the door, Goten put a finger to his head, turning it around in circles, indicating that his brother was truly crazy. Man, where was his camera when he needed it?
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¸¸.·´¨`¤ GD's end of the chapter remarks ¤´¨`·.¸
Okay, next chapter is the last! *throws confetti* I'm so happy the story is coming to an end. I never wrote up the next chapter though…I should do that tonight.
To answer many reviews, for those who didn't get it, Videl was a prostitute. A classy one if there is such thing. I'm not getting into that since the last chapter is the next one. Use your imaginations. Come on people. Her mother left. Hercule is one of the weakest wrestlers in the Federation since Saiyans and other aliens are in the fighting/wrestling business.
And Sony (you know who you are), I like to spell Goku's Saiyan name Kakarott instead of Kakkorrot. You'll see my way a lot in Sinful. *winks* I just like that way, the other looks wrong. When I edit sometimes I speak out loud, and if I do with Kakkorrot, I say something messed up. .
Alright, that's all. Sorry if there were many errors. I don't feel like editing it again. . If you haven't noticed yet, I'm really trying to finish this story ASAP. Though, I am happy that I can soon concentrate working solely on Sinful. But, if you really know me, I'll probably get sick of that too… Eeeyeeeeaaahh. Hopefully I'll update next week. If not, then the week after that.
Be a fantastic reader that I know you are and review. =^-^=
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