"Is everything ok Mr. Son" Dr Shouzi was at the door, his gently ageing eyes, curious and worried as to what Miss. Briefs and Mr. Son had been talking and shouting about. Once she had entered the room he sat outside waiting, in case the boy should need support but not too long after her entrance she had begun shouting, the door muffled most of the sound so he couldn't tell about what but immediately after that she stormed off, swearing and slamming the door.

"Everything's fine Sir, just a small misunderstanding." The old man nodded and left the room.

Picking up the envelope Goku placed it carefully in his top draw, it was fat and long suggesting what was in there was either a mixture of lots of things or one big and strange shaped thing. Sighing he guessed he should continue with his papers, as much as he didn't want to doing them now would give him more spare time later.

With one hour gone only a quarter of the work was done and still more was coming in. His head ached with all the thinking and his hand cramped with all the writing. A gentle knock at the door pulled him away from his work and in stepped the young nurse whom he usually worked with. She was new and had joined just a couple of days after he had; the girl was very compassionate and caring towards her patients and did what ever she could to console them while they were here. She was tall with shiny brown hair that always sat in a loose bun behind her head, her body frail and very delicate looking as she stood before him with hot tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Sarah what's wrong?" Immediately Goku stood and worryingly walked over to the young woman. He had never seen her this bad and she dealt with nearly twice as many people as he did.

"Oh Dr. Son it was terrible. I tried but I failed…I fai…they died sir." Wailing she pushed her hands over her eyes, the tears seeping through the cracks In her fingers and onto the ground below.

"Sarah it's ok, sometimes you just can't do anything. You tried your best and you did your job and they will be thankful for that. It's ok." Goku's voice was soft, his eyes compassionate as he tried to comfort her.

"Kami bless them Sir he was only a child. No more than eight years old, someone so young didn't deserve to go so early, oh the poor little thing…it just…lay there and…" Goku wrapped his arms around the nurse, gently and in no way like he would hold his wife but just enough to provide some form of comfort.

"Shhhh it's ok. We all have to go at some point; if destiny took the boy now then he is obviously no longer needed in this world but in the next. It is a pity someone so young and I share your grief, I would hate to do what you just did but that's what makes you great. Now I think you should go sit in the nurse's room and relax. Have a nice cup of cocoa." He watched her leave the room and sighed, things hadn't been going too well for her this week. They both hadn't worked here long but in the time that he had he had seen the passing of two people, both elderly and sick (not that it didn't upset him). She however had seen the death of five people and all apart from one had been young or adult. Most of the time he didn't know what to say to the girl, it dented his heart just thinking about what she went through.

Evening came quickly after that, he saw to patients again instead of paperwork. Opening his draw he regrettably took out the large envelope, squeezing it gently trying to predict its contents and shaking it slightly before turning it so the top was facing him.

Slowly he broke the seal and opened the brown package, looking into the top and inspecting what he could see. At the bottom lay a stacked vertically bunch of card or paper, to the side of that lay a large plastic CD box, obviously with either music or film on it and lastly a small round metal machine.

Gently he pulled whatever his hands first touched out of the package, his hand pulling something cold and metal. It appeared to be a giant watch. Its round green screen was blank and dead, the grey metal surrounding it cold and smooth. It wasn't large but not small either, just sitting in one of his hands palms. Curiously he pushed the button to the top of the contraction, jumping as it bleeped. What in Kami's name was it for? It wasn't a watch and the small red triangle in the centre of the screen was the only thing showing.

Scoffing he turned it off and threw it on his desk. Picking up the package he turned it upside down, a pile of photos falling onto his lap, one newspaper cutting sat on top. Picking up the small cut out he read the article, his face more and more shocked with each passing word.

In large letters at the top sat 'Swapping punches, swapping vows' this hadn't really caught his attention but the article sure did. There was his and Chichi's names and a sweet, positive article followed expressing the romance of the situation. That woman had been right; he did meet Chichi at a tournament, a fighting tournament. Maybe it was the one she spoke about before, yesterday. But she said it was long before their marriage and it was a singing tournament. Would she lie to him?

The photos proved everything that woman had said and destroyed everything Goku had thought. They were all of him, one of a younger him sleeping on the grass, fighting with a young bald kid, peace signs and smiles along with fighting garbs and shiny orange orbs with stars and a picture of him and Chichi…Fighting?

The case held a DVD, new and shiny as it shone in the light. He would have to wait until he got home before he could watch it; there were no DVD players at the hospital but they had two at home. One downstairs and one in their room, perhaps he could lock himself away for a while.

The journey home had been the best one yet; the roads were smooth and ran fast so he left the city with a good time. He had almost crashed twice; his mind always on the contents of the brown envelope that sat beside him, except the stupid machine thing that he still couldn't work out its purpose, everything shown to him seemed to explain everything. The dreams and dizzy spells he had, the strange voices that spoke of his destiny and his sudden skill in martial arts.

Sharply he pulled into the drive of his home. Shutting the doors fast but gently and running into the house. Stopping as Chichi walked towards him, coat on and putting things in her handbag.

"Goku, I just need to go shopping so I'll be back in a bit. Do you mind looking after Gohan; he's being a pain again." She kissed him gently and waited with a sweet smile for an answer. This was better, with her gone he had more time to watch the DVD without having to worry about her walking in, in case it was something bad.

"Of course not, me and him with have a blast together won't we squirt." Smiling wildly he took the baby from her arms and saw his wife out the door. The minute the door shut his smile faded. She knew something and she was keeping it from him.

Balancing Gohan on one hand he retrieved the DVD and placed it in the player, his son dribbling down his shoulder as he did so. The television screen was blank a blank blue background, a small menu of scenes waiting to be selected sprung onto the screen. The pictures of the scenes were too small to see if not selected, his strong eyes only able to pick out a small orange blob surrounded by what seemed to be distant faces. He supposed he would have to watch it and so he picked up the remote, balancing the still dribbling Gohan onto his large lap and holding him there.

Pressing play, the sound system erupted with cheering screams as Goku protectively covered his son's small eyes in case it is something unsuitable. His stiff shoulders slumped, his eyes and mouth wide and his hand falling from his sons eyes. There he stood, on the screen. His face one of anger and concentration as the man in front gathered some sort of light ball into his hands. He seemed to recognise the man; he was small and had a long grey beard to match his whist of grey hair.

Both of them were stood facing each other, viciously firing punches and kicks at the one that stood before them. An announcer told of the moves, of the final title he and this other man seemed to be fighting for. Time passed on and Goku beheld one battle after another, expert punches and kicks with every move he gained, light beams and fire balls thrown at the 'enemy'.

And now it stood true, here he was before her. His beautiful young wife as they fought violently, well she did. She was angry, a fire burning in her eyes as she threw every move she appeared to know at him and he looked totally clueless. Small Gohan slept peacefully in his arms as he angrily watched the scene before him take place, there stood that bald man cheering him on in the background. She lied to him! She knew everything and it hadn't been a singing tournament.

She knew about his nightmare, she must have seen him blasted through the chest, it had been her scream and she was there. Angry tears fell down his face as he thought. When had he forgotten? Why had he forgotten? Was he in some critical accident, he did have a scar on the back of his head. Maybe he had always suffered from amnesia or something. Whatever it was it hurt him, it had to be something selective. He remembered his son's birth and his marriage ceremony, he remembered his grandfather and travelling some places but never ever fighting, not even learning, nothing. Well maybe the odd angry punch when he was being aggravated but other than that no memory at all.

Gohan stirred wearily in his arms as he watched his father's anger build. His face contorting into on of mixed sorrow and anger, as if he would explode any moment now. Still tears fell, fearful, sorrowful and angry tears mixing as they drifted like treacherous streams down his face.

Wiping his face quickly he turned furiously in the doors direction as he listened to the handle turn and open.

Humming happily Chichi got her keys from her bags, numerous containers of shopping balanced off of every finger she had. The house was silent but the lights remained on as she wound her way through her home and to her kitchen. Crossing the living room she stopped suddenly as she beheld her husband. His face was one of pure anger, like at any moment he would spring and kill her. In his eyes she could see his sorrow and his betrayal and she didn't know what to say, what had happened or what had gone wrong.

Although intimidated by him she walked passed, her eyes on the floor as she placed the bags of shopping onto the kitchen floor and listened to his following footsteps. She turned around to see him.

"Why can't I remember?" His voice was a dangerous low growl as he spoke to her.

"Remember what?" She tried to act unafraid but failed as her voice quivered under his glare.

"You know what Chichi! Why don't I remember any of this, you were there, you saw everything I asked you. Why did you lie to me?"

He held up photos in her face, his eyes now gently calming as they expressed his sorrow of distrust. Her eyes filled with tears as she took in the images placed in front of her, how he had found out and what was she going to tell him. He would hate her, divorce her and marry someone who wouldn't betray him. She would be heartbroken and alone.

"Goku I….I don't know..."

"You do know….YOU DO KNOW!" She cowered as he shouted at her. This wish was all wrong, this wasn't her Goku and it would explain the feelings of hatred towards this man sometimes. He never helped around the house unless continually nagged, she felt unloved as he never kissed or made love to her without her initialling it, he always had work to do and walks to take, never spending time with them and never, absolutely never would her Goku have shouted the way he did, at Gohan or at her. She cried below him as he shook in anger above her, oh how she missed the comfort his arms would bring no matter when she cried…her never did that now. Now if they argued it was HIM that refused to talk to her.

"The Dragonballs, I used the Dragonballs. Goku I just wanted you to understand how much you were needed to support this family. I never should have made the wish, you're not even my Goku half the time and now you're going to be him and you'll hate me." Running up the stairs he listened to her screaming cries, loud and painful as they tore his heart in half. He didn't know what these Dragonballs were and what they had to do with his memory loss but he would find out. He had to know, no matter how much pain it caused Chichi.

TBC

Ok leaving you there most probably and am going to write my other story lol Please review and thanks for all the others so far.

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