IIII'MMM BAAACK!!
Here it is! Chapter 6 is up! Everybody scream!!! ::screams herself:: YAY!!!!
6 whole pages, front and back!! You all had better feel loved!!! I SPENT MY ENTIRE SATURDAY TYPING THIS UP FOR YOU LAST WEEK!! And I'm behind in my Shonen Jump and DragonBallZ mangas because of it!! I HAVEN'T BEEN TO THE MALL IN TWO WEEKS!!! Feel loved, readers of the fanfic. Feel very loved.....
Chapter 6: Goku
"Hey G! There's another tournament next week; are you gonna sign up or should we do it for you?" Krillin said the next morning as soon as Goku was coherent. When the Saiyan didn't reply with his usual protests, he became worried. "G? Are you okay? Goku?"
"I don't care," Goku replied dully. "I can't control you, I can't control anyone; but you know what the out come will be if you do sign me up."
"Are you sure you're feeling all right?" asked Tein. "You've been like this for two days now."
"Is it Chichi? C'mon Goku, you can't let her memory pull you down," Krillin said. "You'll find the right person; they just haven't shown themselves yet."
"Maybe," Goku said sitting down on the couch. 'He's already shown himself, but why does he deny that he wants to be with me?' The Saiyan felt a wave of sadness wash over him and he nearly broke down in tears. However, he buried his face in his hands and forced himself to think of something, anything, else until the moment passed, leaving him with a slight stinging feeling in the heart. "I'm going out for a bit."
"Need a ride?" Krillin offered and Goku refused.
* * * * * * *
He hesitated. Three years ago he had fallen so easily into her lap. Three years ago she had woven him into a magic spell and it had been hard to break yet, with the help of Piccolo, not that hard at all. Hard for his soft, quick-to-accept heart. What if she cast the same spell on him again? 'Would you be willing to hurt Piccolo like that?' he asked himself and the doubt was gone. 'And besides, your stronger now.' He raised his fist and knocked on the door three times.
It took a while, but the door was eventually opened by Chichi and she looked very much the same way the last time Goku had spoken with her; tear streaked and tired. But now she looked thin and frail, as if something was feeding off of her life and she only just enough to support both it and her. There was a different air about her, Goku could feel it.
"You wanted to talk to me," Goku said as she stared at him like she couldn't believe he was really there.
"Oh, yes," she stuttered as she opened the door wider. "Come on, you'll want to sit down. Again with hesitation, for his heart already pitied her suffering, he stepped into the apartment he had for so long called his own. The place was neater, not as shabby looking as it had always been when they lived together, and there was a small pile of fabric by the couch.
"It's yours," Chichi said as soon as she closed the door behind her.
"What's mine?" Goku asked as he examined a piece of fabric by the couch. It was the sleeve of a shirt that was the final piece to a tiny outfit being sewn together.
"The baby. It's yours Goku; I'm pregnant with your child."
"How do you know it's mine?"
"Because," stammered Chichi. "Because I want it to be with every burning fiber in my body; and it is Goku. I know it, I can feel it."
"Just because you want something to happen doesn't mean it will happen Chichi. What will you do if this child is born to a different father?"
"You don't understand! Maybe I did date other guys, maybe I was unlovable to you at times, and in truth I don't think I really deserve this joy, but the fact is that I am bearing your child Goku! The only reason I can know this for a fact is because I was never so disloyal that I slept with other men while I was with you. This child will be born to your flesh and blood whether you want it to be or not!"
"But then why did you cheat on me?! If you love me so much, why where you out fooling around with other guys? Huh? What were you trying to prove?!"
There was a moment of silence. "I wasn't ready, I guess," Chichi replied. "Or maybe I was trying to see if I really did love you. Guess I failed at that, huh?"
"Well, what are you going to do now?"
"I was hoping to raise the child with you; guess that's a no-go as well."
Goku stood silently. He didn't know what to do. Now he pitied Chichi even more and felt unsure of himself. What if she was right? What would happen then? He couldn't just abandon them; and what would Piccolo do then? He straightened his posture and walked over to his former girlfriend. "I think it's best if I leave now. We have nothing more to discuss." And with that he stepped past her and out the door.
* * * * * * *
"So what'd Chichi want, G?" asked Krillin as they drove down the street. "Or would you rather not talk about it?"
"How do you know I was over at Chichi's?" questioned Goku. He was slumped in his seat and staring out the window as the car rode along.
"Alright then, is Eegee's new flavor of the month Orange, cuz if it is we are sooo stopping by to get some," replied Krillin.
Goku smiled your best friend will always know your ways better then you think; of course Krillin would know where Goku had been. The Saiyan sat up a little straighter and said, "She told me that she's pregnant."
Krillin slammed on the breaks and nearly caused an accident. He swung the car over to the side of the road and came to a total halt. "She said WHAT?!"
"You heard me. She said she's pregnant with my child. Do you think it's true?"
"Do you believe her?" asked Krillin. "When was the last time you two had sex?"
Blushing, Goku thought about it and replied, "About a month and a half ago."
"Did she look like she was that far into pregnancy?"
"How the hell should I know Krillin?! I've never dealt with this before! What should I do? I just...I just...I just..." He buried his face in his hands. 'I just can't choose,' his mind finished.
"Don't worry about it G," said Krillin. "There'll be plenty of time to deal with it later. And while we're waiting, we'll think up plans and prepare for the worse case scenario." Krillin pulled into a parking lot and turned off the engine. "He we are. You coming in?"
Goku lifted his head and looked out the window. It was the club, the Purple Monkey, which held the street dancing tournaments the most. He looked to Krillin. "You're entering me again, aren't you?"
"You know the drill. And I ain't stopping till you at least try to take on Vegeta. It's for your own good."
"Fine," Goku said with a sigh. He climbed out of the car and began to walk swiftly towards the club with Krillin quick in tow. "We're gonna make this as quick as possible, alright? I don't want to risk running into Vegeta."
They opened the doors and quickly made for the sign-up table. The DJ working there was the same one who had stopped Goku from striking down Vegeta. He smiled and greeted them, "Hey there, glad to see you decided to come back. Ain't letting that first time get you down, eh?" The Saiyan quickly smiled at him and scribbled his name on the sign-up sheet.
"It wasn't his first time," said Krillin as Goku went straight to work filling out some forms. "He just has a little stage fright issue."
"Oh really?" asked the DJ as he stole a glance at Goku behind his dark shades. "I just thought it was that bastard, Vegeta. He's scared off so many other contestants with threats and taunts. Don't let him get you down, okay Kid?"
Goku nodded as he handed the finished forms to the DJ before turning to leave. As he did so, A voice called out to him.
"Well, well, well. Look who's entering another tournament?" said Vegeta walking up to Goku. "I guess the low class dancer didn't learn his lesson last time. What a shame."
"Hey lay off Vegeta," said Krillin stepping between the two. The prince glared at him.
"You'd better watch your mouth, you little son of a-"
"And you'd better watch yours," said the DJ from the table coming up behind Vegeta. "I already told you that I don't like your sassy ass. If all you're going to do is intimidate the other dancers, then I'll haul your lousy corpse outta here and banned you for life."
Vegeta glared fiercely at the DJ, but in the end he wasn't stupid enough to blow his championship in such a degrading way. He turned sharply to Goku and spat, "I'll take you down in the ring....mate," and he made sure to poison the last word. With that, he turned and departed through the front doors.
"Thanks," said Goku turning to the DJ. The man smiled down on the Saiyan flashing him a toothy grin; a grin that glinted a fang.
"No sweat," replied the DJ. "Good luck kid. I'll be cheering for you."
* * * * * * *
The day wore on and eventually night fell; and that was when the tournament would be held. The contestants gathered in the nightclub building along with several hundred fans and onlookers of the tournament. Once again the first round was Goku versus Vegeta.
The Saiyan sighed. He was always first; it would never change. The only way to make it stop would be to beat Vegeta, but the chances of that happening were rare; at least Goku thought so.
He began his warm up stretches and earned a few "ooh-la-la!" gasps from some on looking females. Instinctively he moved his gaze from their plunging necklines and short skirts to the ground causing them to giggle, thinking he was a shy one.
"They're a nice looking bunch, eh Kakarot?"
Goku looked up in half shock, half surprise. The one who had spoken to him was none other then his rival Vegeta, and he had called him by his old gang name! He had spoken to him like he was his equal, his friend, the same way he had spoken to Goku back in the old days.
"You should take one of them home now that you don't have that Chichi girl hanging around you," he said while watching the giggling girls. They waved and he smiled and nodded at them causing them to giggle more. Goku just stared at him, he couldn't help it. It had been just over three years since the last time Vegeta had talked to him like this. "Maybe after the tournament you and I can grab some girls, beer and a hotel room, huh? Sound like fun Kakarot?"
Goku's muscles relaxed in disappointment at this last comment, for it proved Vegeta was still the same underneath. "No thanks," The Saiyan said turning away. "You know how I feel about that kind of stuff Vegeta."
"You made this mistake once already Kakarot. Don't do it again or I promise, you will regret the outcome."
"I said no thank you."
Between the two there was silence. Vegeta walked off and left Goku to finish his warm ups.
* * * * * * *
Goku stepped into the ring and felt sick all over. Vegeta's glare nearly froze his insides. He didn't even notice he won the coin toss until the DJ nudged him in the shoulder.
"Eh, bring it back here kid," said the DJ soothingly. "Who goes first?"
"Vegeta," Goku replied and stepped to the side of the ring as the prince cracked his knuckles and stepped into the center. He listened to the beat of the music to get a feel for it, his body slowly coming onto each beat.
He hit the floor, spun his body around once, struck a pose and jumped up. Vegeta then dazzled the audience with a dance routine that looked like the ones he usually saved for the final rounds. Clearly he wasn't cutting Goku and slack.
The Saiyan boy looked on feeling more sick by the minute. Vegeta finished his routine and handed the ring over to Goku, but Goku stayed put. Someone pushed him from behind and he took a few step forward, but that was all he did. The DJ spun the music, hoping it would bring him back to reality. When the Saiyan boy continued to choke the DJ slammed the music off, jumped out of his box, grabbed Goku's shirt and proceeded to the exit. People cleared the way as the DJ stormed pass them with Goku in tow. Everyone was silent as they watched them leave.
He dragged Goku out of the building, around the side and into the ally where he slammed the Saiyan against the wall. "What the hell is wrong with you boy?!?" he demanded. "Why do you keep entering these Kami-Damned tournaments if you ain't gonna do a damn thing in them?!"
Goku panted heavily; his body was still in Fight-or-Flight mode. Slowly it clamed down as his mind began to process thought again. He replied to the DJ's question with a shameful downcast of the eyes and an, "I can't."
"You can't what?! You can't dance?! Then why do you enter yourself, huh? What are you trying to prove?! That you're an Idiot?! Do you really think that low of yourself?! What's wrong with you?"
"I can't, I just can't," pleaded Goku. "I can't do anything. It's too much, I JUST CAN'T!!" He pushed past the DJ and ran as fast as he could. He ran through the streets, blinded from holding back tears; he ran until his energy was low and then collapsed onto a solid ground covered in soft grass. There he let his tears spill and leak away.
Because he had spent so much energy running, he had very little left to spend on tears and crying. Soon he felt himself growing tired and he fell into a deep dreamless sleep.
*End Chapter 6!*
FINALLY!!!! I was beginning to think it would never end!!
I also took the time to read ahead today and now I'm all mixed up in what's happening in the fic......@_@.....my head hurts.....
But Yes!! It is finished now!! Late, but finished. And guess what? We're almost halfway through the entire storie!! Yay!!
Okay, well I need to get to bed since I have a big day tomorrow....See you all in two weeks!!