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Whether or Not I Like It

Chapter 2: Anger

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"Chich?"

What did he just say?

"Chich?"

I looked up at Goku in annoyance. He was standing at the doorway wearing his orange and blue training uniform and looking terribly anxious.

"My name is Chi-chi, Goku. That means that you have to add an extra 'I' to the end when you say it." I snarled.

"Alright then, Chi-Chi. Do you mind if I go out and train for awhile?" I didn't particularly care what he did. As long as I wasn't involved, he could do what ever he pleased. Myself, I was reading up on the classics. I nodded to Goku and he raced outside, leaving me in peace and quiet to finish up a chapter.

Eventually it became a touch boring in the house. Completely quiet is not my favorite, I have to admit, but I couldn't let Goku think that.

What am I trying to prove? Am I trying to get back at him for something? What did he ever do to me?

"He married me, that's what," I said aloud to a nonexistent audience. Sighing, I began to clean up. Cleaning is occupying and it clears my head. I always go a little overboard when I clean though. So by the time Goku came back home, the house was completely spotless and everything was shiny and looking brand new. His eyes were a little wide, I have to say.

I came in exasperated after cleaning the floors, "Hello, Goku, back so soon!?!" I laughed, maybe mockingly, though I'm not sure who I was mocking.

"Chi-Chi, do you mind if Bulma comes over for dinner tonight?" My smile was exhausted. For some reason, Bulma was a tough issue for me. I had little to no feelings for Goku and any of them I had been either spiteful or sympathetic. I knew that deep in his heart, Goku would rather be married to Bulma than me. I knew that in my heart, I would rather be alone than married, but we are married, so there's nothing to do but get along. So why wasn't he trying!?!

"Why?" It was all I could think of to say. I was disappointed in myself for feeling so much jealousy to Bulma over Goku. My mind was swimming.

"Well, I think you two should meet."

"We have. There, she doesn't have to come over." My eyes were watering.

I am Not crying.

I was crying, the tears just hadn't started flowing yet, but they would.

"She's my friend," Goku stammered, I'm sure he was wondering what he had done wrong. I'm sure I'm the only woman who's caused him this much trouble.

"She's really your friend when she comes over and you talk and talk and talk and I stand there and cook for you and clean for you? You two can go out on the journey of a lifetime, and I'm the little princess at home doing your dirty work so you can come home later and think nothing of it or me!?! Goku, I thought you had morals!" I ran off. I ran out into the sky that was becoming darker ever second. And where was Goku? Still standing in the doorway, not even looking back.

I don't care about him. I Don't care about him. I Don't care about him. I DON'T CARE ABOUT HIM!

I stopped at Tien's house. Realizing it, I hid around the house where he couldn't see me. I thought that would be enough. I was barefoot and crying with my head between my knees.

I hate him and I don't care anything about him.

"Then why does this hurt so much!?! Tell me that?" I whispered to myself. Goku flew overhead and looked around. I covered my mouth and tried to slow my breathing. I don't know what game it was that I was playing, but I was still angry and hurt. Anything goes when you're angry and hurt. Too late, he spotted me and flew down.

"Chi-Chi? Can I sit here too?" He came back behind the bushes with me and sat next to me; I dried my eyes quickly and acted like I didn't care.

"Listen, Bulma was something more to me at one time. She was my sister. She was everything to me, only because I had nothing. I'm married to you now, and whether or not you like it, I'm going to be faithful to you. I may not be the perfect person, but I'll learn. Please don't give up on my just yet." This wasn't Goku. He was compassionate and charming and understanding. The Goku I was used to was brash and overexcited and dull. Maybe there were still things for me to learn. Maybe he felt the same way about me.

"Goku, do I irritate you?" I asked, finally giving in and looking at his face. He was fresh, but I guess that's to be expected, we were married. He put an arm around me and smiled that award-winning smile. If there was anything at all I liked about him, it was that smile.

"Yeah, but not much," he laughed, his eyes sparkling, "and you hate me now?"

My smile cleared and I looked into his eyes, searchingly. Did he want the truth, did I know the truth?

"No," I said, and the weight seemed to slip off my shoulders, leaving only the manageable weight of Goku's arm.

"That's good to know."

"Yes," I smiled, "it is."

We snuck out of Tien's yard and back to our own. We didn't invite Bulma over; we ate together and actually talked about nothing. Those are good conversations. We try to learn everything we can about each other in one sitting, and we fail miserably. But I think, if I don't hate him tomorrow, that's a step in the right direction. After all, whether or not I like it, I'm stuck with this guy.

Ah! Chapter 2 is finished! I never thought I would get it all done! Please review since you have probably, most likely, hopefully already read, and if not, get back up to the top and read it! See you in Chapter 3, which is not yet named!