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His room was quiet and lonely. Just as it always had been, colourless, dark and cold. The stone floor like ice against your bare feet and the grey, dirty walls looking more like the walls of a prison than a home. He sat quietly on the floor, his legs crossed tightly and his eyes closed as he thought of the past events.

Would they be proud of him? What had he done to make them proud? Nothing! His Father had wanted him to become a doctor and he had wanted to follow his Fathers footsteps but he had given up. His Mother had wanted him to be married with children by now, her hopes being that at 18 years of age he would gain a wife. His brother and sister hadn't wished anything of him but making the right choices and he wasn't sure he had even done that anymore.

And what about Grandpa, the man who had taken him when he didn't have to, he had never told him what he wanted his adoptive grandson to do, only taught him how to fight and care for people but had tried very hard to keep Goku's dreams of medical practice alive. They had remained alive, until Grandpa died and then Goku threw that all away, threw any chance of happiness away.

What had he done in life to earn the pride of his family? He didn't help people like they did; he wasn't kind to strangers like they were and most of all he gave up on all their hopes for him. Forgotten all the advice they had given him. She had asked it all before she died, his Mother, his lovely Mother. His thoughts stopped as he remembered her words, her soft voice as she tried to comfort her son, too young to understand anything. "Goku, my baby shhhh it's ok, don't you cry now. You're going to be ok; you're going to be ok. Be brave for me sweetie, no matter what happens Goku be brave for us, never give up, no matter how hard things get promise me you will never give up. Never forget Goku. Never forget that we will always love you"

He had gone against everything she had said, he wasn't brave, he gave up the minute he lost and he had forgotten them, forgotten how much they loved him. They had died protecting him and he gave them no thanks for that, he had done everything his Mother had asked him not to. For years he had hidden himself away from the world, turned his back to other people, never giving them the chance to help him. Sulking and wishing to change the past, when he couldn't. He had destroyed the life they had given him.

Chichi walked eagerly along the corridors, the meeting had been… um, strange. The general had spent half an hour talking through things to do with her promotion and the other hour trying to get her on a date with him, she eventually had to leg it, he had begun freaking her out from the very second he walked in the room and some of the things he said, he was lucky he was a general or she would have belted him one so hard it would be a new year before he landed again.

But for now she wanted to forget about him, she wanted to see Goku, she missed him already and she wondered if he missed her. He had looked so miserable when he had left the room, like the weight on his mind had increased by a planet load. She wanted to hold him some more, comfort him and just feel that warmth she had felt back then when they had kissed. She sighed dreamily as she ran towards his home, oh Kami it felt so indescribably light to have his lips upon hers, her whole body fizzing with a strange feeling of wholeness and something else when he moved his hands to her waist and she wanted so badly to make sure he felt the same, make him feel more, show him more.

The pebbled road beneath her feet whizzed past her as she ran, people moving out of her way as she sped through the crowds towards him, she could see the medium sized house now. It was a nice little house, its white plaster sparkling and its timber frame clean and cut just like the other homes on the street. The only different thing about his home was that his curtains remained shut. She stopped at his door, the large wooden frame the only thing separating her from the man she loved inside. The dark colour contrasting perfectly with the lightness of his outside walls and the solid oak hurting her knuckles as she tapped her fist against it.

She could hear the banging of the door as he took the bar lock off, the creak as he turned the handle and the eternity it seemed to take for the door to open and once again reveal his handsome face to her hungry eyes. Her eyes met his, her smile increasing to impossible sizes as she met the smile on his face.

"Hey" His voice was soft and tired, the happiness that she had seen flickering in his eyes earlier now gone, her smile fading upon seeing him in his usual state.

"Hi" Her voice was soft and caring once again, her smile still gone as he led her into his home.

It was dark and cold, the walls a dark grey in colour and it felt very much like she had walked into a desolate building. It looked so nice outside, so cared for and lovely but inside it was so dark and dull, its coldness and eerie feeling resembling that of an abandoned graveyard.

"Sorry it's a little bleak in here, I never really thought about decorating it" His voice was still soft and he resumed his place on the floor, his eyes open this time and his head resting limply in his arms.

"Oh no, it's lovely, very tidy. But if you opened the curtains a bit, the light would make it seem a little less eerie" Ignoring the stains on the walls as she watched him sit down, his eyes upon hers and a small smile creeping upon his face.

She walked over to him, aware that he was thinking and that something was on his mind. Gently she sat next to him, her small hand rubbing his thigh as she looked around the room, it really was bleak but if this was how he liked it she wasn't going to complain. His eyes watched her hand moving lightly on his thigh, spasms of unknown feelings rioting throughout his body as she caressed the skin through his clothing.

"What's troubling you?" She asked softly, her hand stopping and firmly resting where it had halted.

"It's nothing…."

"Of course it's something, don't bottle it up again Goku, please tell me." She heard him sigh as she pleaded with him, her eyes burning into his.

He placed his lips firmly upon hers; silencing anything else she might have said. He really didn't want to talk anymore; he couldn't express what he was feeling right now, he didn't know what he felt, all these thoughts came rushing in groups, in a swarming crowed screaming at him and suddenly at one point one voice is heard above the rest, expressing itself and causing more agonies and regrets in his mind.

His lips moved quickly with hers, neither very talented but satisfied with the feelings they had from this person. He could feel her body pressed against him, her hands roaming his upper body, the itchy under shirt for his armour, seeming a lot more uncomfortable than usual, and his muscles beneath twitching with every touch her hand gave. Their lips dancing eagerly with the others, as his mind explored the feelings she produced with him, as his body reacted to these new urges within him.

Laying on the floor her watched her straddle his waist, her small hands still rubbing the tired muscles beneath his clothes, the feeling were ones he would treasure forever, memories he would never allow himself to forget. Their lips once again joined, moving in unison, sighs flowing out her delicate lips as his hands eventually explored her.

He promised himself and her that tomorrow was a new beginning, there would be no more secret or bottled feelings, no more regrets. He would do something worthwhile with his life, he may be bound to the army till the war ended but he would pull through and then he would make his family proud and he would make up for the past.

Maybe things were finally looking up for her, he was no longer a fantasy, no longer just a dream; he was hers and she his, hopefully the future would be a good one. He had been so hurt, so alone and now she could rescue him, help him down a new road where his path would be along side another person, where she could watch him and care for him. He was her trainer, her comrade, her lover and her heartbroken warrior.

TBC

Okay well I got a little stuck, I haven't been very well lol so I couldn't write this chapter as fast as I wanted as I got worse. But here it is hopefully you like it, it's not finished I don't thing. I will continue with their future maybe, I'll se. What do you want me to do?

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