Lady Sakura-Chan: I thoughT it sweet too, I'm trying to put in some sweet
moments for these two . . .
Passing Girl: Wow, applause!
E-Chan: Too bad they we're both awake, huh?
Nisha: No prediction? Oh well, but thankies for the review!
Vashfan: I wish I could write faster too, but I only get to do this at my mom's, and I only go her place on the weekends, so I can't. And last weekend, my mom took me to a place four hours from her place to go visit my older sister, so I couldn't. Again, sorry.
Chibi-Maggie: Always ready to welcome new people to my fictions. I hope this was soon enough for you.
Jieli: They do WANT to do something, they just don't think it'll do any good. Your also #100!!!
Lady Athena 12: That house WAS a huge mess, and she is having her energy drained just from being pregnant with a demi saiyan, so it's understandable she'd be tired.
I DO NOT OWN DBZ: Well, you don't even need to write disclaimers, do you?
Jessica C: Cute? Good, that's what I was aiming for!
Pippi-Esca: Yes it did make sense, and I didn't think of the broccoli thing, it's from dragonball. If you've seen it, you should know of the Indian kid, Oompa. He was ashamed of being afraid, and Goku told him, "We all have to go through scary things, like broccoli." It is funny, before that I never would have thought he'd be afraid of food!
Gimliofthering: Yes, hello Daniel. Though, you didn't say this was good in class. In fact, you called it boring!!!
Carla Fox: Actually, he wasn't born that way, he went that way because he hit his head.
SsjChikia: Wow, re-reading! I love that my fic is that good!
Killer: I know, but I'm getting a beta, so that'll get better.
Goku's POV
My eyes opened slowly, and when they did, I noticed something was different. ChiChi wasn't next to me anymore. Slowly, I sat up, feeling groggy, I rubbed my eyes, trying to wake myself. In a way, I didn't want to get up, because ChiChi now knows we slept in the same bed, and there's no telling how mad she'll be.
But then I smelled it, fish. Cooked fish. Yummy, delicious fish.
It smelled wonderful, and I was so hungry. I couldn't help but follow my nose outside, where ChiChi was taking the fish I had caught yesterday away from a camp-style fire.
"So your finally up," ChiChi said turning toward me. She sat down on the ground, and to my surprise, started eating a fish, without having cut it or anything!
"Yeah, I could smell the fish cooking. You found them?"
"Yes," ChiChi said after swallowing, " I could smell them as I walked around. So I grabbed them, cooked them, and now, I'm eating them. Help yourself, you did catch them. You must be hungry since the food I made burned, and you left these. Help yourself Goku, you must be hungry."
So I did, I grabbed a fish, sat down, and started to eat. It was good, and when I finished my fish, I was surprised to see that ChiChi had already started on her second. "Since when do you eat so much ChiChi?"
"This baby really is its fathers child. I've been eating as much as you do for a few months." ChiChi hardly took any time out of eating as she answered, she seemed very hungry.
"You should have told me," I said after grabbing another fish, "I would have gotten more. I don't think five fish will be enough for the two of us."
"If you had gotten more you would have taken longer, and who knows what may have happened?" ChiChi said in a firm voice. "Goku, I have a question to ask."
I felt myself grow nervous, but did my best to hide my fear. "Sure, ask away!"
"Why were we both sleeping in our old bed?"
"I'm sorry ChiChi, but when I saw you sleeping on the table, I decided it wasn't a good idea so I took you to bed, but when I out you down, my arm got trapped. If I had moved to get away, you would have woken up. You just seemed too tired, so I just laid down so you could keep sleeping." After I was done, I was sure to not look at her, I didn't want to see the anger on her face.
"Then I suppose I should thank you," ChiChi said kindly. But her voice was hollow, forced, her words had no meaning, they weren't what she wanted to say. Even I could see that.
"Not a problem ChiChi, all I did was go to sleep." Though, that's not true. I think it was the first time I had ever lied to someone. I had kissed her last night. We continued to eat in silence, ChiChi ate three fish, and I ate two. Surprisingly, it took some convincing to eat the last fish. She said I should have it, but I have learned to be stubborn since she left. Besides, those two fish were more than I had eaten at any one time in over a month. She had the fish, and sighed contently when he was done.
"ChiChi, I think we need to finish talking about what we're going to do once the baby is here." I said seriously.
ChiChi nodded. "Of course."
"I don't think it's fair for you to have him five days of the week, and me two days. I get that I won't get our kid to be very smart, but I can teach him things. I can teach him how to survive in the woods, how to fight." I tried to stay calm as I spoke. ChiChi however did not.
"That is not something he is going to need in life Goku. He needs a real education, not useless training! He is going to be a famous scholar, not a useless bum!"
"Useless bum?" The words echoed in my head. At first, it saddened me. Then it angered me. "If it weren't for this 'useless bum', then the Red Ribbon army would still have control of everything, or Pilaf would have ruled the world, or king Piccolo, or even Piccolo junior! If it weren't for my training, your father would have been burned alive in his castle!
So how is it that I am useless ChiChi, please explain it to me. Because I don't see the reasoning behind it."
"You just don't understand. I was a fighter too Goku, and when I went out into the real world I had nothing. No way to get a good job! I supported myself by cooking and cleaning for some guy and his kids. That isn't the kind of life I want for my child." ChiChi was practically yelling.
"Our child." I said sternly. "And he doesn't have to get a job if he can live off the forest."
"Goku, I don't want him to be like that! He should be able to be a normal kid, go to school, and have friends. Look, I think we could live here for a few years, until the baby is old enough for school, then we'll go to the city. You won't have to come to the city, you can pick him up on Nimbus every weekend." ChiChi stood up, and crossed her arms, waiting for my comeback.
I too stood. " You know, maybe we should just wait and see what our kid will want. You can have him study, and I'll teach him about the woods and fighting, then he can choose."
"That's not fair," ChiChi said, "no child would choose to study. He'll automatically choose you!"
"Well then you think of a fair way to do this ChiChi, because what you came up with earlier isn't going to work. I'm not going to be with my kid during two days of the week. I want to be with him, spend time with him!"
ChiChi's POV
"I want to spend time with him!" the words seemed to echo in my head. He wanted time with his son, more than just two days a week, when that was probably how much time we had normally spent together.
"Then you can have him during the summer and holidays during the five days of the week, and I'll have weekends." I suggested.
"Fine, I'll think about that. Let's just, go inside." Goku turned and headed toward the house. I soon followed. It was a chilly day . . .
Once we got inside, Goku looked at me, but this was different from the way he normally looks at me. I had seen this look before, the look he had had on his face when he had been about to face Piccolo at the tournament. Was that how Goku saw me? Like Piccolo? Like the enemy?
"ChiChi, I'm not going to let you do this, make me the father that never sees his child. Just because I'm not actually smart shouldn't mean I get less time with my son. Besides, if we live near each other, he could study at my house, but if he needs help with something I can't handle, he can go to you. I want equal time with my son, we can takes turns every other day, or week, or something. But I won't JUST see him during the weekend."
I felt like crying. Goku was being so adamant about wanting to be with his son, with our son. It's great, but why couldn't he feel that way about ME? Why hadn't he wanted to spend time with me?
"Fine Goku," I kept my voice even, "now we only have one more thing we need to talk about."
"What's that?" Goku said, seeming to relax. He no longer looked ready to go to battle, which was a relief. Only, I don't know if I'll be able to handle the look of glee that'll come onto his face when I bring up the last thing we need to straighten out.
"Our divorce. It's been too long to be an annulment, but the point is we haven't officially gotten separated. We have to get divorce papers, and then the government will see it and we will no longer be married." I couldn't do it, I couldn't look at him. Instead, I looked at the floor, or I would if my damn stomach weren't in the way.
"Oh," Goku said, then there was a long pause, and he seemed to clear his throat. "We need those papers, do you have them?"
"No, I don't." I said, my voice still low, "I didn't have time to get them, I was too busy working. Taking care of three people and their home was a big, tiring job. Pretty sad, huh? A martial artist, daughter of the Ox King, got tired cleaning a house."
"So, when and where can we get those papers?"
"I-In the city, any city. If you take me, I'll be able to get some real easy. Then all we have to do is sign them." I forced myself to look up, and saw Goku, turned away from me.
"Then I guess we should go." Goku said, and went for the door.
"Actually Goku," I couldn't handle this now, "can we do it another time? I mean, I feel kinda tired, I didn't sleep well last night." A lie, she had slept better last night than she had in the past several months. "Would it be okay if I just . . . took a quick nap?"
"Sure, go ahead." Goku said. "I'll go out and find something we can have for lunch. I'll be sure to get enough this time too."
"Thank you Goku, I'll just go lay down now . . ." At that, she turned, and went back to their old room, lay down, and grabbed her soon-to-be ex- husbands pillow, and cried.
Goku's POV
It was only a matter of time before she would bring that up, so why did it hurt so much? It'' not like I wasn't expecting it, so why? Then again, why am I asking myself a bunch of stupid questions? I know why it hurt for crying out loud.
At least I made some progress with her, at least concerning our son. I'll get to see him often, which's something. It just doesn't seem enough, I want more than my son, I want my wife!
When she had brought up the divorce papers, it had taken me a minute to force myself to say anything, then I had to turn around, so she wouldn't see the look on my face. I was relieved when she said she wanted to wait, but it was only because she hadn't slept well.
If I could just do something to get her to care about me again, to convince her to want to stay married to me. But how could I do that? If she hated me enough to do this to me in the first place, how can I get her to love me the way I love her?
Maybe it is possible . . . and maybe I'm an alien.
I could try to use the dragonballs, wish for her to love me.
But that would be wrong, it would be a forced love. I couldn't do that to her. It wouldn't be what I want anyway, I want her to love, just because. Like with me, it took a little while for it to happen, for me to love her.
I remember when it happened, we had been sparring. We had been married for three days, and I knew I liked her. Then, she had suddenly manages to pin me to the ground, and because of the look of surprise that had been on my face, she began to laugh. It was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard. That was when I knew.
Who was I kidding? I don't stand a chance of getting her to care about me, and the sooner I accept that, the better off I'll be.
Well, none of the cuteness that was in the last chapter, but at least they resolved they're problem about who gets what time with Gohan, and she had to bring up the divorce sometime . . . I hope you all like it, considering to took so long, but I am finally in the double digits of chapters, YAY! And I have over 100 reviews, YAY! I am now a very happy person. So keep making me happy, and let me know what you think.
Passing Girl: Wow, applause!
E-Chan: Too bad they we're both awake, huh?
Nisha: No prediction? Oh well, but thankies for the review!
Vashfan: I wish I could write faster too, but I only get to do this at my mom's, and I only go her place on the weekends, so I can't. And last weekend, my mom took me to a place four hours from her place to go visit my older sister, so I couldn't. Again, sorry.
Chibi-Maggie: Always ready to welcome new people to my fictions. I hope this was soon enough for you.
Jieli: They do WANT to do something, they just don't think it'll do any good. Your also #100!!!
Lady Athena 12: That house WAS a huge mess, and she is having her energy drained just from being pregnant with a demi saiyan, so it's understandable she'd be tired.
I DO NOT OWN DBZ: Well, you don't even need to write disclaimers, do you?
Jessica C: Cute? Good, that's what I was aiming for!
Pippi-Esca: Yes it did make sense, and I didn't think of the broccoli thing, it's from dragonball. If you've seen it, you should know of the Indian kid, Oompa. He was ashamed of being afraid, and Goku told him, "We all have to go through scary things, like broccoli." It is funny, before that I never would have thought he'd be afraid of food!
Gimliofthering: Yes, hello Daniel. Though, you didn't say this was good in class. In fact, you called it boring!!!
Carla Fox: Actually, he wasn't born that way, he went that way because he hit his head.
SsjChikia: Wow, re-reading! I love that my fic is that good!
Killer: I know, but I'm getting a beta, so that'll get better.
Goku's POV
My eyes opened slowly, and when they did, I noticed something was different. ChiChi wasn't next to me anymore. Slowly, I sat up, feeling groggy, I rubbed my eyes, trying to wake myself. In a way, I didn't want to get up, because ChiChi now knows we slept in the same bed, and there's no telling how mad she'll be.
But then I smelled it, fish. Cooked fish. Yummy, delicious fish.
It smelled wonderful, and I was so hungry. I couldn't help but follow my nose outside, where ChiChi was taking the fish I had caught yesterday away from a camp-style fire.
"So your finally up," ChiChi said turning toward me. She sat down on the ground, and to my surprise, started eating a fish, without having cut it or anything!
"Yeah, I could smell the fish cooking. You found them?"
"Yes," ChiChi said after swallowing, " I could smell them as I walked around. So I grabbed them, cooked them, and now, I'm eating them. Help yourself, you did catch them. You must be hungry since the food I made burned, and you left these. Help yourself Goku, you must be hungry."
So I did, I grabbed a fish, sat down, and started to eat. It was good, and when I finished my fish, I was surprised to see that ChiChi had already started on her second. "Since when do you eat so much ChiChi?"
"This baby really is its fathers child. I've been eating as much as you do for a few months." ChiChi hardly took any time out of eating as she answered, she seemed very hungry.
"You should have told me," I said after grabbing another fish, "I would have gotten more. I don't think five fish will be enough for the two of us."
"If you had gotten more you would have taken longer, and who knows what may have happened?" ChiChi said in a firm voice. "Goku, I have a question to ask."
I felt myself grow nervous, but did my best to hide my fear. "Sure, ask away!"
"Why were we both sleeping in our old bed?"
"I'm sorry ChiChi, but when I saw you sleeping on the table, I decided it wasn't a good idea so I took you to bed, but when I out you down, my arm got trapped. If I had moved to get away, you would have woken up. You just seemed too tired, so I just laid down so you could keep sleeping." After I was done, I was sure to not look at her, I didn't want to see the anger on her face.
"Then I suppose I should thank you," ChiChi said kindly. But her voice was hollow, forced, her words had no meaning, they weren't what she wanted to say. Even I could see that.
"Not a problem ChiChi, all I did was go to sleep." Though, that's not true. I think it was the first time I had ever lied to someone. I had kissed her last night. We continued to eat in silence, ChiChi ate three fish, and I ate two. Surprisingly, it took some convincing to eat the last fish. She said I should have it, but I have learned to be stubborn since she left. Besides, those two fish were more than I had eaten at any one time in over a month. She had the fish, and sighed contently when he was done.
"ChiChi, I think we need to finish talking about what we're going to do once the baby is here." I said seriously.
ChiChi nodded. "Of course."
"I don't think it's fair for you to have him five days of the week, and me two days. I get that I won't get our kid to be very smart, but I can teach him things. I can teach him how to survive in the woods, how to fight." I tried to stay calm as I spoke. ChiChi however did not.
"That is not something he is going to need in life Goku. He needs a real education, not useless training! He is going to be a famous scholar, not a useless bum!"
"Useless bum?" The words echoed in my head. At first, it saddened me. Then it angered me. "If it weren't for this 'useless bum', then the Red Ribbon army would still have control of everything, or Pilaf would have ruled the world, or king Piccolo, or even Piccolo junior! If it weren't for my training, your father would have been burned alive in his castle!
So how is it that I am useless ChiChi, please explain it to me. Because I don't see the reasoning behind it."
"You just don't understand. I was a fighter too Goku, and when I went out into the real world I had nothing. No way to get a good job! I supported myself by cooking and cleaning for some guy and his kids. That isn't the kind of life I want for my child." ChiChi was practically yelling.
"Our child." I said sternly. "And he doesn't have to get a job if he can live off the forest."
"Goku, I don't want him to be like that! He should be able to be a normal kid, go to school, and have friends. Look, I think we could live here for a few years, until the baby is old enough for school, then we'll go to the city. You won't have to come to the city, you can pick him up on Nimbus every weekend." ChiChi stood up, and crossed her arms, waiting for my comeback.
I too stood. " You know, maybe we should just wait and see what our kid will want. You can have him study, and I'll teach him about the woods and fighting, then he can choose."
"That's not fair," ChiChi said, "no child would choose to study. He'll automatically choose you!"
"Well then you think of a fair way to do this ChiChi, because what you came up with earlier isn't going to work. I'm not going to be with my kid during two days of the week. I want to be with him, spend time with him!"
ChiChi's POV
"I want to spend time with him!" the words seemed to echo in my head. He wanted time with his son, more than just two days a week, when that was probably how much time we had normally spent together.
"Then you can have him during the summer and holidays during the five days of the week, and I'll have weekends." I suggested.
"Fine, I'll think about that. Let's just, go inside." Goku turned and headed toward the house. I soon followed. It was a chilly day . . .
Once we got inside, Goku looked at me, but this was different from the way he normally looks at me. I had seen this look before, the look he had had on his face when he had been about to face Piccolo at the tournament. Was that how Goku saw me? Like Piccolo? Like the enemy?
"ChiChi, I'm not going to let you do this, make me the father that never sees his child. Just because I'm not actually smart shouldn't mean I get less time with my son. Besides, if we live near each other, he could study at my house, but if he needs help with something I can't handle, he can go to you. I want equal time with my son, we can takes turns every other day, or week, or something. But I won't JUST see him during the weekend."
I felt like crying. Goku was being so adamant about wanting to be with his son, with our son. It's great, but why couldn't he feel that way about ME? Why hadn't he wanted to spend time with me?
"Fine Goku," I kept my voice even, "now we only have one more thing we need to talk about."
"What's that?" Goku said, seeming to relax. He no longer looked ready to go to battle, which was a relief. Only, I don't know if I'll be able to handle the look of glee that'll come onto his face when I bring up the last thing we need to straighten out.
"Our divorce. It's been too long to be an annulment, but the point is we haven't officially gotten separated. We have to get divorce papers, and then the government will see it and we will no longer be married." I couldn't do it, I couldn't look at him. Instead, I looked at the floor, or I would if my damn stomach weren't in the way.
"Oh," Goku said, then there was a long pause, and he seemed to clear his throat. "We need those papers, do you have them?"
"No, I don't." I said, my voice still low, "I didn't have time to get them, I was too busy working. Taking care of three people and their home was a big, tiring job. Pretty sad, huh? A martial artist, daughter of the Ox King, got tired cleaning a house."
"So, when and where can we get those papers?"
"I-In the city, any city. If you take me, I'll be able to get some real easy. Then all we have to do is sign them." I forced myself to look up, and saw Goku, turned away from me.
"Then I guess we should go." Goku said, and went for the door.
"Actually Goku," I couldn't handle this now, "can we do it another time? I mean, I feel kinda tired, I didn't sleep well last night." A lie, she had slept better last night than she had in the past several months. "Would it be okay if I just . . . took a quick nap?"
"Sure, go ahead." Goku said. "I'll go out and find something we can have for lunch. I'll be sure to get enough this time too."
"Thank you Goku, I'll just go lay down now . . ." At that, she turned, and went back to their old room, lay down, and grabbed her soon-to-be ex- husbands pillow, and cried.
Goku's POV
It was only a matter of time before she would bring that up, so why did it hurt so much? It'' not like I wasn't expecting it, so why? Then again, why am I asking myself a bunch of stupid questions? I know why it hurt for crying out loud.
At least I made some progress with her, at least concerning our son. I'll get to see him often, which's something. It just doesn't seem enough, I want more than my son, I want my wife!
When she had brought up the divorce papers, it had taken me a minute to force myself to say anything, then I had to turn around, so she wouldn't see the look on my face. I was relieved when she said she wanted to wait, but it was only because she hadn't slept well.
If I could just do something to get her to care about me again, to convince her to want to stay married to me. But how could I do that? If she hated me enough to do this to me in the first place, how can I get her to love me the way I love her?
Maybe it is possible . . . and maybe I'm an alien.
I could try to use the dragonballs, wish for her to love me.
But that would be wrong, it would be a forced love. I couldn't do that to her. It wouldn't be what I want anyway, I want her to love, just because. Like with me, it took a little while for it to happen, for me to love her.
I remember when it happened, we had been sparring. We had been married for three days, and I knew I liked her. Then, she had suddenly manages to pin me to the ground, and because of the look of surprise that had been on my face, she began to laugh. It was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard. That was when I knew.
Who was I kidding? I don't stand a chance of getting her to care about me, and the sooner I accept that, the better off I'll be.
Well, none of the cuteness that was in the last chapter, but at least they resolved they're problem about who gets what time with Gohan, and she had to bring up the divorce sometime . . . I hope you all like it, considering to took so long, but I am finally in the double digits of chapters, YAY! And I have over 100 reviews, YAY! I am now a very happy person. So keep making me happy, and let me know what you think.