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Info: This fic is slightly AU. Ah, who am I kidding, it is pretty AU. If maybe I have something wrong, please tell me. I would like any comments. Constructive criticism is welcome. If you're just gonna be mean, please don't. Thanks! 

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Lost Angel Chapter 1: Confused Feelings

Chi-chi paced around the small kitchen wringing her hands and shaking her head.

"Twins..." she muttered softly under her breath. "What will I do with twins? It'll be hard enough raising one by myself." She looked out the window and sighed. She missed Goku terribly and worried that he left because he was bored of her. She shook her head again and finally collapsed into a chair and began to sob into her folded arms. Her body began to shake almost violently, but the loud ring of the telephone interrupted her crying. She jerked up and hastily wiped the tears from her eyes. In one swift movement she went to the phone and cleared her throat before answering.

"Hello? Son residence!" She said with a fake cheery voice. Almost too fake.

"Mom? Hey, it's Gohan! How're you doing?" Chi-Chi smiled at the sound of her son's voice. After he found out she was pregnant again he called constantly from school. However, she was not about to tell him what the doctor told her two weeks ago.

"I'm doing fine sweetie. Shouldn't you be heading home about now?"

"That's why I called! I need to finish up a project here at the school, so I'll probably be home somewhat late."

"Oh, well that's fine. Do well! I'm going to head to the market and get some things, so if I don't answer the phone, that's why."

"Alright mom. Take it easy. Love you."

"Love you too, dear." She hung up the phone softly and took a deep breath. She did need to go to the market. She was running out of food, and she was having a huge craving for some watermelon.

Yamcha was walking down an aisle and whistling when he noticed Chi-Chi over by the fruit. I thought she was pregnant. She sure doesn't show it, he thought. He sighed as he watched her examine the fruit sitting in the baskets in front of her. She had worn her hair in a messy ponytail today, and her long black hair was cascading down her back. The blue dress she wore really seemed to accent all her lovely curves. He sighed again watched her pick through oranges. She couldn't be any more beautiful than she is now, he thought. His thoughts went on about how beautiful she was and how he wished she could've been his. He was getting lost in his daydream when suddenly an elderly woman shrieked at him.

"Will you get out of the way? I'm trying to shop here! I'm sure the rest of the store would appreciate if you didn't take up the whole aisle!" She glared at him behind her big glasses. Yamcha jumped suddenly and nodded and moved for her, apologizing about a million times. He started blushing, wondering what would've happened if she had known what he had been thinking.

Chi-Chi was looking at the small selection of watermelons that the market had when the old woman had yelled. She turned her head towards the noise, wondering what had caused it. A smile lit her face when she saw Yamcha blushing and struggling to get out of the way of the woman quickly, and without getting any injuries. She let out a small giggle at the cute look on his face, and had to cover her mouth to stop from bursting out with laughter.

Yamcha groaned and watched the lady storm off and looked back up to where Chi-Chi had been, hoping she hadn't disappeared. And she hadn't. In fact she was staring right at him and covering her mouth. Oh man! How embarrassing! What if she saw me staring at her? What if she thinks I'm some sick freak? Oh man, this is terrible. He closed his eyes and shook his head, trying to stop blushing. He was expecting her to be glaring at him when he looked up, but instead she was smiling and waving at him. His eyebrows began to rise when he realized she was pushing her cart towards him. A smile started to spread over his lips, and he moved forward to meet her.

"Hey Chi-Chi! How're you today?" He smiled at her and moved some of his hair out of his eyes. He noticed a stray hair resting along the side of her face, cupping it almost. He silently wished that could be his hand cupping her cheek.

"I'm just fine Yamcha. How about you? You look like you haven't gotten any scars from your battle with the elderly," Chi-Chi giggled softly once Yamcha started to blush again.

"Oh, yeah. Well, I got stuck looking at the canned peaches and I guess didn't see her coming." He looked down, hoping she hadn't seen him staring.

"Ah yes, those canned peaches can be quite exciting to look at."

"Yeah, I guess," he grinned and looked down at her belly. He now noticed that it had swelled quite a bit, but it seemed to make her seem even more beautiful to him. "So, how far along are you?" He looked back up to her face.

"Oh, I'm about 6 months." Her hand instinctively went to her stomach and she ran her hand along the curve of it. "They have just started to kick," her smile widened slightly.

"They?" Yamcha asked. He looked up at her and saw the look of panic on her face.

Oh no! She thought. How could I have let that slip?

"Yeah, they." She almost whispered. She had desperately wanted to tell someone about them. She had thought about Bulma, but knew she would be too busy to really think it was a big deal. That, or she'd tell Vegeta, who would some how get it to Goku, which is what she didn't want at the time. She didn't know why, but she felt he shouldn't know. hi-Chi really had no one else to turn to, she looked at Yamcha and realized she needed a friend, and that he would be willing. "Uhm, would you like to go have some dinner and talk, or something." Her eyes almost pleaded with him.

Yamcha saw the look of panic and then helplessness cover her face.

No one knows, he thought. I'm the first one she's told about them. Them... two? What if it's three? He was almost taken back by her question. She had asked him to have dinner with her. If only she knew how many times he had dreamt of having dinner with her. He had played it over and over in his mind. He'd have candles, a wonderful dinner, and romantic music. They'd dance, laugh, eat, and then he would tell her how much he loved her, and how he had for so long, and she would smile, hug him, and tell him she had felt the same, but was too afraid to tell him. But he knew that this was no time for silly fantasies.

"Sure! Where would you like to go? I know a nice little sushi place downtown that just opened. Supposed to have some great food." He smiled and reached out to touch her arm. The look of relief on her face was almost shocking. She really must need to get this out.

Chi-Chi noticed her whole body seem to relax when he said he would go with her. She was so happy she would be able to tell someone she could trust. With a smile she let him lead her to the cashier where they both checked out their groceries and headed out to their cars.

"Can we drop this food off by my house. You can leave yours there too, and when we come back you can pick it up. Would that be fine?" Chi-Chi asked him.

"Yeah sure."

About an hour later, both Yamcha and Chi-Chi had finished their dinners and were talking about the children growing inside of her body.

"I haven't told anyone about it yet because... Well, I don't know why. I just have a feeling I shouldn't. I don't know why." Chi-Chi began to feel frustrated with her feelings again. She had always trusted them, but they sometimes frustrated her a lot.

"Well, you should always trust your feelings. They usually are right. So, you haven't told anyone but me?" He almost felt himself swell with the pride of knowing he was the only one who knew.

"I know. That's what I've been telling myself. But I've needed to tell someone, but who was the problem. Then I saw you, and I knew I could trust you." Tears began to form in her eyes. She tried to blink back, but it just seemed to make them multiply.

"I'm glad Chi-Chi. I really am glad you could trust me." He smiled at her and grabbed her hand. She let out a small sob and brought her head down and she started to cry. He squeezed her hand and rubbed her arm with his free hand. It hurt him to see her like this. When she squeezed his hand in return, he knew she finally needed him. Like he had always wanted.

Almost 3 Months Later

Chi-Chi was humming softly as she did the dishes from her lunch. Gohan had gone away on a school trip so she had the house to herself. It was so quiet, and she felt nervous about being alone, so close to the date. Gohan and told her he would stay home to watch her, if she felt she needed him. But she didn't want him to miss a trip he had been talking about for months. She assured him that she would have plenty of help from Bulma, or maybe Krillian and #18. Gohan had finally left with a lot of pressure from his mother. He had called almost every day he had been gone, just to check up.

She smiled at her sons' persistence. He was a wonderful son, and she would dread the day he had to leave her. Suddenly a wave of pain washed over her, causing her to drop the plate she had been cleaning.

Oh no! They're early. She doubled over in pain and took a couple deep breaths and moved to the phone. With a bit of work, she finally dialed Yamcha's number. After a few rings he finally answered.

"Hello?" His voice was groggy, as if he had just been woken up.

"Yamcha?" Chi-Chi let out a groan. "They're coming! Can you come and give me a ride?"

"They're coming? Oh! I'll be right over!"

Yamcha had never known he could fly so fast. He made it to her house in less than 10 minutes. It took longer to get to the hospital, since she told him it'd be best to take the car. He wasn't about to argue with her, he just needed to get her there as soon as possible.