Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ/GT!! How much do I have to say it to you,
Akira?
Psy: *sigh* Chapter 1.
Coolio5: What's your problem?
Psy: Nothing.
Coolio5: Tell me what your problem is.
Psy: I said nothing. So, bye bye!
*connection severed*
Chapter 1: What is This That I Feel?
He sat on the ground again, thinking how he was going to get out of here. All of his other plans he had thought of were failures. They wouldn't work. He brooded over his newest plan he just thought of. It seemed it might work. It would be difficult, yes, but it might work. It just might. He stood up and breathed slowly. It was time to try his plan.
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Goku ate his dinner happily. "This is your best yet, Chi-Chi!"
Chi-Chi smiled serenely. "Thanks, Goku," she replied, blushing slightly. True, she did take an extra 15 minutes to cook it, and it was good for Goku to say it was her best. She did work extra hard on it.
Goku gulped down the rest of his food and stood up. "I'm going to bed, Chi."
"Okay, I'll be up in a minute. Goten, get ready for bed."
"Okay, mommy!" Goten replied, jumping out of his chair and running to the bathroom.
Goku climbed the stairs and entered his and Chi-Chi's bedroom. He took off his gi that he always wore and climbed into bed. As he started to lie down on his side of the bed, he felt a pain on the side of his head. He put his right hand to the area that hurt and rubbed it tenderly. Must be a headache he thought and turned and sat down on the bed instead of laying in it. He kept rubbing that same area over and over, trying to get the headache to disappear. The more he did it, though, the worst it got. It was turning into a burning, fiery sensation. It soon became too much and he collapsed on the floor, unconscious.
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Chi-Chi was washing the dishes when she heard a thud from above. "Goku?" She asked, waiting for a reply. None came. She set down the dish she was washing and walked up the stairs. She went into her room to see Goku lying face down on the floor. "Goku!" She shouted and ran towards him. She felt his pulse then her own. Goku's pulse was slower than hers. She ran to her side of the bed and picked up the phone. She dialed 911.
"Hello?" Came a voice from the other side of the phone.
"My husband's going to die!" She shouted into the phone, ignoring the voice of Goten.
"Is daddy okay?"
"Where are you, miss?"
"I'm on top of Mt. Paozu!!"
"Wait right there and we'll come get him." The connection was severed as the other person hung up the phone. Chi-Chi hung her side up, rather slowly. Goten tugged on Chi-Chi's skirt.
"Will daddy be okay?" He asked, tears welling in his eyes.
Chi-Chi looked down at him and picked him up into her arms. "I don't know, son, but he better be." She glanced at Goku's body as the sounds of footsteps coming from below were heard. "Goku." she said slowly and quietly as the door was burst open and paramedics rushed in towards Goku's body.
Psy: .
Coolio5: ?
Psy: GOKU!!!!! *cries*
Coolio5: What's your problem?
Psy: I harmed Goku!!!
Coolio5: I'm not putting up with you. *pulls plug* *connection severed*
Psy: *sigh* Chapter 1.
Coolio5: What's your problem?
Psy: Nothing.
Coolio5: Tell me what your problem is.
Psy: I said nothing. So, bye bye!
*connection severed*
Chapter 1: What is This That I Feel?
He sat on the ground again, thinking how he was going to get out of here. All of his other plans he had thought of were failures. They wouldn't work. He brooded over his newest plan he just thought of. It seemed it might work. It would be difficult, yes, but it might work. It just might. He stood up and breathed slowly. It was time to try his plan.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Goku ate his dinner happily. "This is your best yet, Chi-Chi!"
Chi-Chi smiled serenely. "Thanks, Goku," she replied, blushing slightly. True, she did take an extra 15 minutes to cook it, and it was good for Goku to say it was her best. She did work extra hard on it.
Goku gulped down the rest of his food and stood up. "I'm going to bed, Chi."
"Okay, I'll be up in a minute. Goten, get ready for bed."
"Okay, mommy!" Goten replied, jumping out of his chair and running to the bathroom.
Goku climbed the stairs and entered his and Chi-Chi's bedroom. He took off his gi that he always wore and climbed into bed. As he started to lie down on his side of the bed, he felt a pain on the side of his head. He put his right hand to the area that hurt and rubbed it tenderly. Must be a headache he thought and turned and sat down on the bed instead of laying in it. He kept rubbing that same area over and over, trying to get the headache to disappear. The more he did it, though, the worst it got. It was turning into a burning, fiery sensation. It soon became too much and he collapsed on the floor, unconscious.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chi-Chi was washing the dishes when she heard a thud from above. "Goku?" She asked, waiting for a reply. None came. She set down the dish she was washing and walked up the stairs. She went into her room to see Goku lying face down on the floor. "Goku!" She shouted and ran towards him. She felt his pulse then her own. Goku's pulse was slower than hers. She ran to her side of the bed and picked up the phone. She dialed 911.
"Hello?" Came a voice from the other side of the phone.
"My husband's going to die!" She shouted into the phone, ignoring the voice of Goten.
"Is daddy okay?"
"Where are you, miss?"
"I'm on top of Mt. Paozu!!"
"Wait right there and we'll come get him." The connection was severed as the other person hung up the phone. Chi-Chi hung her side up, rather slowly. Goten tugged on Chi-Chi's skirt.
"Will daddy be okay?" He asked, tears welling in his eyes.
Chi-Chi looked down at him and picked him up into her arms. "I don't know, son, but he better be." She glanced at Goku's body as the sounds of footsteps coming from below were heard. "Goku." she said slowly and quietly as the door was burst open and paramedics rushed in towards Goku's body.
Psy: .
Coolio5: ?
Psy: GOKU!!!!! *cries*
Coolio5: What's your problem?
Psy: I harmed Goku!!!
Coolio5: I'm not putting up with you. *pulls plug* *connection severed*
