Readers: So um where have you been NaCoBe?
NaCoBe: I was on a secret mission.
Readers: To where?
NaCoBe: Well if I tell you it wouldn't be a secret, would it?
Readers: I guess not. It's just that you've been gone for so long! We thought you bailed on us.
NaCoBe: No I wouldn't bail. It's just that time travel isn't as convenient as we all thought. Too many dimensions.
Readers: TIME TRAVEL?!?!
NaCoBe: Huh? (Shifty eyes ~_~)
Readers: You said time travel!!! Where'd you go!!!
NaCoBe: I have no clue of what you're talking about! Now if you'll excuse me I have to go cook for all the Saiyajins that I'm trying to convince not to purge Earth. (Speaking to herself) I never would have thought THEY were real. Go figure.
Readers: NaCoBe?!? NACOBE!!!! Come back here!!! Did you say Saiyajins?
Disclaimer: Despite the fact that Saiyajins are real I still don't own them. I should the way they're eating me out of house and home!!!
Gohan held Goten in his arms while Trunks rode on his back. Both boys felt how angry Gohan was by the way his ki had risen, although they couldn't place why this feeling was in their bones. For this reason alone they remain extremely quiet. However they were curious to know where they were going. Trunks, being the braver of the two, took his chances and asked his unofficial big brother,
"Um Gohan? Where're we goin'? My house isn't this way." Gohan frown slightly but quickly reminded himself he wasn't angry with the younger boy and replied in a curt voice,
"To Kami's lookout. If you want to go home you can contact Vegeta up there." At this point Goten also became curious beyond a point of restraining himself and asked,
"Why are we goin' to the lookout? Dende usually comes to visit us. Besides we saw him today." Gohan looked down at his gullible little brother and calmed down even more as his said,
"We need to give mom some alone time, that's all." The young child smiled at his powerful sibling and snuggled against his strong bicep.
Trunks, however, wasn't so easily fooled. His intuition told him there were major holes in the explanation Gohan gave. For one, he heard yelling before Gohan appeared and whisked them away. Secondly, he's never known Aunt ChiChi to have a need for 'alone time'. That's what his parents have when they'd go to their bedroom together in the middle of the day. He asked,
"What, was she sleepy?" Gohan turned his head slightly and inquired,
"No, why?" Trunks shifted on the young man's back and replied,
"Well, mom and dad go to their bedroom when they need alone time. So maybe she needed a nap." Gohan blushed slightly once he realized what Trunks was really talking about and said,
"My mom doesn't need the same alone time your parents need Trunks." Gohan felt the boy shrug on his back and mumble to himself,
"I don't see how alone time could be different." Gohan's expression became stern as he thought to himself,
"It is little man, trust me."
The rest of the flight was fairly silent which caused Goten to fall asleep from the serenity and the cool breeze. Trunks called Goten a baby although he, himself, was fighting to keep his heavy lids open. As he stifled a yawn he saw an extremely tall pole that looked as if it went to the heavens. Gohan pulled his baby brother closer to him and told Trunks to hold on as he made a sharp 90° turn. Goten's eyes open abruptly as he felt the dramatic change in direction.
As the air quality began to change Goten instinctively placed his hands over his ears to avoid the popping sensation while Trunks groaned as the pressure began to build in his ear canal. Gohan told both boys that they weren't much further and to hold on. Trunks groans slowly turned to whimpers as he began to feel as if his head was going to explode from the pressure. Gohan took heed to the boy's nonverbal plea then looked down at his brother only to see a steady stream of tears flowing from his eyes and his hands pressed violently against his ears. Gohan gave a Piccolo-like smirk and thought to himself,
*They can take being in 2 times gravity but can't deal with altitude, go figure.*
He slowed his pace and stopped at Koran's tower and landed to dismount his two passengers. The two small boys quickly stuck their fingers in their ears to try and clear the plugged feeling. They were so indulged in their motions that they didn't notice the pudgy white cat staring at them. Gohan walked over to Koran and gave a slight bow and said,
"Koran-sama, I apologize for dropping in unannounced but my brother and Trunks couldn't deal with the extreme change in altitude to get to the lookout." The feline let out and chuckle that sounded like a shallow purr and said,
"That's okay Gohan, it's nice to finally see the second son of Goku and the heir of Vegeta." The two boys turned to see the white cat and stood with their mouths wide open. Goten looked at Trunks and said with astonishment,
"Wow, I thought Dende looked funny as a Piccolo look-alike but as a cat he looks even funnier." Trunks shook his head while Koran and Gohan gave a full-bellied laugh. Koran looked at the older Son descendant and said,
"He's like Goku in more ways than looks huh." Gohan looked down at the cat and said,
"Yeah, more than we can believe."
As the two watched Goten look around the tower with innocent curiosity Gohan thought to himself,
*I just wish he had dad here and all this madness would be over.*
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Bulma walked in her room and carelessly kicked her sandals off, causing them to fling across the room. She mumbled to herself as she pulled her now unusually long hair out of the intricate ponytail she adorned. Her face was still flushed with anger although the issue with ChiChi and Yamucha occurred over 15 minutes ago. Vegeta watched her go through her private tirade and wondered should he even try to find out why this is affecting her so much or leave it be. After watching her almost trip over her previously discarded sandal, he figured it would be best to leave it be right now and headed to his gravity room.
The woman knew her common-law husband was standing behind her watching her mild tantrum but disregarded him and told herself that she would have to answer to her action later on.
*Well at this moment, I really don't care. Vegeta can read my mind therefore he knows that I won't be happy until this engagement is dissolved.*
The woman sat at her lucrative vanity and began brushing the knots out of her hair. As she held the brush in her hand she realized that her hand was still throbbing from the slap she delivered to Chi Chi's face. The longer she held the brush, the more her small hand throbbed; however, she continued to untangle her aqua mane. After she worked out a massive knot she placed the brush back onto the vanity, unable to withstand the intensifying pain surging through her hand. As she stood from the vanity stool she vaguely wondered to herself,
*What the hell is Chi Chi's face made of!!! She's a human just like me, maybe I slapped her harder than I thought. Oh well.*
Bulma began running water for her bath and started to leave to gather her robe and nightgown until she ran into a fleshy brick wall. She raised her eyes and came face to face with Vegeta midnight black eyes. She clearly saw the agitation on his face but chose to ignore it. As she walked around the man, she felt a strong vice grip around her bicep and a gruff voice say,
"You're not jealous that the weakling chose Kakkorot's wife. You're jealous that she was picked twice over you." Bulma's royal blue eyes darkened as she frowned and replied,
"What the hell are you talking about Vegeta? How was ChiChi picked twice over me?" The Saiyajin prince looked deep into his mate's eyes and said,
"Kakkorot picked her over you. You had feelings for him despite the age difference and hoped he wouldn't marry her because he found you desirable when he saw you again. You loathed her for a long-time and secretly wished Gohan was you and Kakkorot's offspring. You pretended to be her friend for a long time but found out that you and her have a great deal in common. Now that that human weakling has openly chosen her, you feel insecure again." Bulma's eyes barely widened as a response to Vegeta's revelation, but that was more than enough for Vegeta to notice. His expression morphed into a dark smirk, showing her that he noticed.
"I don't know where you got that crock-pot story from Vegeta but I really don't want to talk about this right now. Please let me go."
Vegeta stare at his mate as he held her then hastily released her and said,
"Fine woman, but you need to do three things and do them soon. One, learn to control your subconscious, two, admit your jealousy and twisted desire for that batty woman's family, and three, get over it yesterday because you have a son to deal with here." The Saiyajin strode past he mate and started for the door. Before he left the room, Bulma asked sarcastically in an almost inaudible voice,
"What about you Vegeta, do I have you too?" He stopped at the doorway and replied clairvoyantly,
*"I'm still here aren't I?"*
Bulma watched the man leave the room and began to ponder over what he said as she slowly paced the room.
*I don't desire Goku and I KNOW I'm not jealous of ChiChi. Okay, I did secretly wish that Gohan was my child but not because he is Goku's son but because Gohan was like the ultimate kid. That was before I had Trunks though.*
She looked over at her vanity that adorned various photos of event throughout her life. All of the pictures looked impeccable in their spotless frames; all except for one. On the edge of the vanity a frame looked slightly out of sync with the direction of all the other frames. It also lacked the polished shine that the rest of the frame held with its fingerprints on the glass and the slightly crumbled photo that rested inside it. Her eyes widened as she focused in on the objectives in the picture; Goku, Gohan, and her at Kami Island moments before Radditz appeared and threw everyone's life into a whirlwind of discoveries, alterations, and defensiveness.
*Okay, maybe I did have a little crush on Goku, but come on!!! Goku was hot when he grew up. That's doesn't mean I wanted him. Vegeta is wrong.*
She walked over to the vanity and picked up the picture and lightly stroked it as if she were stroking both Goku and Gohan's cheek. Although she never realized it, she performed this motion every time she sits at her vanity since she placed the picture in a frame. As she sat on the bench a small voice idly asked her what would Gohan look like if he'd been her and Goku's child. She sat the picture back down as she looked at another snapshot of her and Gohan before the Namek trip. She noticed how the young boy looked scared out of his wits, while at the same time determined.
*Gohan has grown so much. He's so smart and witty. He's going to be an excellent man. That is if ChiChi doesn't ruin him. I hope Trunks will turn to be a little like him.*
Bulma rose from the vanity bench and began disrobing for her bath. As she lowered herself into the steamy bath, she allowed herself shed the stress of the day that seemed to weigh down on her. In the mist of her relaxation, she drifted into a hazy nap as a sixteen-year reoccurring dream crept upon her mind; the dream of her being Mrs. Goku Son.
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Yamucha flew aimlessly as he tried to clear his mind. No matter what he did he couldn't stop hearing ChiChi tell him in so many words that she wasn't with him because she loved him but because she didn't want to be lonely. Tears burned behind his eyes as he realized that, in a way, he got what he deserved.
*I hurt Bulma time and time again because of my fascination with ChiChi only to be hurt by ChiChi from an observation from Bulma's lover. Karma's a bitch man!*
The man lowered himself to the ground and walked to a hut that part of him was surprised was still standing. He climbed into he and Puar's old hideout that seemed a lot smaller than what he remembered.
*I guess it's best I found out now before we got married. That is if she intended on marrying me at all.*
As he shook sand of the small bed's pillow and blanket, a tear fell causing a small circumference of the grouty substance to clump into a small pebble. He then remade the bed as another tear fell making a spot of the light blue sheet turn a cobalt blue.
*Well, Yamucha, I guess this is the story of your life. Your loves lost to Saiyajins. I can see how they were the most hated race in the universe.*
It wasn't until his head fell upon the pillow that a steady stream of tear began to flow. The stream continued until he became emotionally tired and fell asleep. But before he fell into his muddled slumber he said out loud to his long-time love, although she was nowhere around,
"ChiChi, I will always love you. Always have and always will."
Girl I love you so
Can't let you go
'Cause it feels so right
Having Someone to Hold
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NaCoBe