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Almost all his life he walked alone on this planet, until now. Now it wasn't just his shadow or the wildlife that walked beside him but another human, a woman, someone who wasn't there just because they happened to be on the same road as him but because knowing he was lost they came to find him. Now they walked together, her guiding him away from the shadows and into the light and putting him once again on the right track.

She watched him sat still against the wall, his breaths coming in sorrowful sighs as he calmed down from their talk. His tears had ceased but she still sat with him, still held him as best she could and give him comfort. She wished deeply that her words could be comfort to him, her voice soothing his pain but she didn't know what to say. Sorry would do nothing, she would mean it with every cell in her body but that would never take his pain away, it's ok would be a complete lie and you poor thing was just pathetic, he was probably aware of how poor he was and so she just stuck to her body language, hugging him and kissing him gently, stroking his skin tenderly and soothing in any way she could.

He truly was alone, of course he had friends, he just didn't go out with them, and they were more like close comrades that he only socialized with during work. He wasn't like the other soldiers and that's what made him so interesting. He didn't train in large groups, obnoxiously flirt with passing women, drink huge quantities of alcohol at any time if he drank any at all and protective.

She could remember back at training, when she had first joined. She never grew to dislike him because of the way he would treat them sometimes, never grew to hate him like her fellow trainees and this often led to name calling or pushing around by the others. If Goku caught them there was hell to pay, although his tough exterior seemed like he couldn't care less for anyone, sometimes his actions could say the total opposite.

And that's how she fell in love with him. Sure he was a total hunk, with his wonderfully chiseled body and hansom features but there always seemed to be more to him that what he let out, like he hid more than he showed. Whether it was because of his mysterious being or the longing to be healed that she could see in his eyes that made her confront him today she didn't know but what she did know was that she needed him and he needed her.

She moved around him so she could face him. His eyes met hers and he, at least, tried to smile at her but failed miserably. Her small hands came to caress his soft cheeks, whipping away any forgotten tears that still sat uncomfortably upon his face; slowly she etched her face towards him, her soft lips craving to taste him, longing for the passionate dance they shared together. Her eyes burned into his and he could see the love in her; he brought her lips to his faster, sealing the small gap between them and pulling her close. Holding her tight for fear now she would vanish, that she would leave him. She had broken his barriers, allowing him to trust her and now he feared that he would loose her like he had lost those before her.

She continued to hold him for what seemed like lifetime, a wonderful life time but as usual wonderful always comes to an end and both pulled away from the other, straightening themselves out and tidying their clothes as the General could be heard walking towards them down the lonely corridors outside. Goku would have to leave her for now, the general would not allow him to remain in the room and so with one small kiss on the lips he headed towards the door, his usual look of misery upon his face. As she watched him leave the general entered, smiling and muttering something before shutting the door and shutting Goku out of sight.

He wished her luck, the confrontations with the general would be a lot harder than the confrontation she had with him. Of course the general was a very nice man, he had known him for quiet some time now considering he had been a close friend of Grandpa but it wasn't him not being nice that he worried about. General Roshi was a colossal pervert and always had his eyes on the female body; Roshi never learnt his lesson and Goku had lost count of the many thousands of times the man had been walloped by an insulted female. So maybe, in truth it was Roshi that Goku feared for most, he knew from her training that Chichi packed one hell of a punch; she had succeeded in giving him bruises back then.

She was a wonderful girl, almost perfect; something that even he would admit was rare. She was kind but fierce, strong but weak, smart yet un-educated and brave but shy. She could just be whatever he surroundings required of her, in battle she was to be brave and strong, fierce and smart yet earlier when he held her in his arms, when she comforted him she seemed so kind and shy her small body compared to him making her look weak against him.

He liked her a lot, she really was something else. But he still feared the future with her, this war still waged on with huge ferocity and now that she was being promoted she would almost defiantly be sent out to battle with him and her own legion. He didn't want her in any danger, where she could get hurt, killed or kidnapped. Overall he didn't want her anywhere he couldn't protect her or of a high risk of loosing her.

Protection, one thing he wished he could have accomplished in his life. His Mother and Father had protected him, dying for their youngest son who was hidden in the barn. Grandpa had died protecting the empire and to make sure he remained in a safe world. Who had he protected? They had all done it with intention, all to save him and he wished deeply he could go back and protect them. Not once had he been on that battlefield for love, bravery, ambition, not once had he fought because he firmly believed in the patriotic motives that his fellow troops fought with, not once had he gone out on that battle and slay everyone to protect his empire, his country or his home and family.

He had never felt that lift a cheer had when victory was in the air, never felt the push of pride that kept most soldiers alive, he had never once stepped onto that battle field to fight for his beliefs, to fight for his children's future or his own present. It had all been revenge, spilling the blood of those who spilled his loved ones, giving them the pain he had grown up with, bullied the souls that could have been the ones that destroyed his.

When they would begin to loose, it wasn't hope, moral and group enthusiasm that edged him on, he never felt that rush within him to fight along side his comrades but instead it was his anger and sorrow that pushed him on. Perhaps today had gained him more than a chance to talk, more than a kiss from an angel but a chance to start over, do the things he as a child had wanted to do. To live again.

TBC

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