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Lying upon the sofa she cried, a cushion clutched tightly to her aching heart as the sound of her husbands heartbroken cries from earlier still haunted her tired body. He had quietened down now but she dared not walk up there in case he looks at her with the anger he had shown earlier. She couldn't believe what she had done, that she had let lust come between the lives she had longed for and the man she loved. But she had, she had kissed a man who was not her husband, she had lusted for another and had looked for fulfilment within them and not her spouse. Goku could do anything to her now, hurt her in any way he wanted, it would be justified for the pain she caused him, he could make her work for him day and night awaiting his every will and call to make up for the deceit she had played and worst of all he could divorce her, she had after all committed adultery and could apply for divorce with a click of his fingers. Frightful and upset she walked slowly up her homes stairs, planning on settling in bed to rest and deal with everything in the morning.
Opening the doors slowly she gritted her teeth with worry as it creaked a little, the lights of her room dim and warm as she beheld Goku. He was still hunched over the bed, resting upon his knees as they lay on the floor, his arms folded around his head that lay pressed to the bed sheets and his left hand clutched her pillow tightly to his face, a mourning expression upon his soft lips. Gently she stroked her hand through his hair, a small mumble escaping his lips as she knew he enjoyed the action, his still tearful eyes opening to meet her also sorrowful gaze and he pulled himself away from her hold. Licking his dry lips he watched her move to her side of the bed, her tired body flopping upon the bed as she faced away from him, he knew there were tears falling down her beautiful face and it hurt him to know that but she had broken him, almost beyond repair.
He married her to keep a promise that was true but she had shown him what being in love was like, that having a wife was one of the most amazing things he had happen in his life and most of all what it felt like to be loved and adored in return. She was the only person who spoke to him about his own life and problems, she cooked for him and gave him a home he had never dreamt of having, she had indulged in acts he had never before imagined of doing with another being and she didn't laugh at his stupidity but instead corrected him and tried to understand him. He loved her, he loved her so much it hurt sometimes, so much that he just wanted to lie there with her and enjoy her company. He had thought she felt the same but obviously he had done something wrong, he couldn't please her or meet her ambitions and so she had gone to another man, he wasn't any good to her and so she had searched for someone better. And it hurt, it hurt more now than it did when he realised he would never see Grandpa again. His heart tossed and turned in violent spasms and if it wasn't for this pain he would have thought the emptiness he now felt there was because his heart had fallen into his stomach with fluttered with negative nausea.
Son Goku, he had always been too trusting and it had got him into no end of trouble, it seemed that no matter what any one seemed to do to him, he would always forgive and trust them but looking at the broken woman before him he knew that had gone, he couldn't trust her, he couldn't just forgive her straight out and he had to know what it was that he did wrong, why she had wanted to make him cry. He was the strongest man on earth and a woman had him broken and on his knees without even fighting him, he was defeated, lost and for once he felt helpless and vulnerable. Not traits that the winner of the martial arts tournament should carry, especially a warrior of his standard. Her breathing slowed to that of a disturbed sleep, her body rolling over to him as her tired eyes had refused to allow her to stay awake any longer, he didn't want to sleep with her tonight, and he didn't want to feel her skin against his. Not tonight, he was confused and alone.
The cupboard in the bathroom was always filled with clean sheets, pillows, duvets, covers and towels. Always warm from the heating tank that also sat in there, sweet smelling thanks to the refreshing and sweet fragrances that Chichi put in there. Grabbing two pillows and a duvet he walked down the stairs slowly and with tired eyes, he couldn't be bothered to sheet them as he flopped down onto the slightly uncomfortable sofa that he now lay upon. Outside the night life whizzed with energy, the owls hooted and the night crickets chirped. The new moon shone meekly in the corner of the midnight sky, the stars twinkling like the rainbow tears that fell down his tired face. He didn't know why his body felt like this, why he hurt so much and why these tears fell no matter how hard he tried to stop them. The moment he saw his wife and that man together it was like she reached forward and clawed into his chest with one solid movement, squeezing his heart painfully before ripping it from within him.
It wasn't long before he could no longer stay awake, his tired, red and swollen eyes demanding he rest as his now dry eyes refused to cry anymore of their precious liquid. His night haunted by the images as he tossed and turned on the sofa he now had as a bed. The warmth of the blankets gave no comfort and the sweet smell gave no mercy upon him as his sleep went on with pain.
Morning came and Chichi found herself alone and cold in her bed, no sounds downstairs suggesting that Goku was not down there and the still puffed pillows on his side showing he had never laid upon them last night. Worried she jumped from her bed and ran down the stairs, her mind throwing images of her husband, bag in hand and half way out the door. Coming downstairs she could hear his light snores as he lay sleeping on the sofa, his arms crossed and a thin sheet covered his body, sighing she leant over and kissed his forehead lightly before heading into the kitchen to cook him breakfast.
Goku stretched and yawned as the smell of frying bacon drifted through his senses, his mouth watered at the thought of breakfast but he shook it off quickly when he saw a smiling Chichi place a large plate of food on his lap, the tray sitting on his knees and Chichi sat watching him eat on the floor. After he finished he tried to stand, unable to cope with the thick atmosphere that hung between him and his wife but Chichi pushed him back upon the sofa.
"Goku I want us to talk about this"
"We've already spoke about it, you went off and kissed another man because I'm not good enough..."
"That wasn't why I done it Goku! You haven't even listened to what I've been saying, you won't listen to me explain myself! You're plenty good enough and the only man I want to have a full relationship with, I tried to come out of it, I tried to pull away but Jerrek had some sort of hold on me, I just couldn't stop myself. It was like my body reacted when my mind said no. Please forgive me, Goku I'm on my knees begging you, please? I'll do anything for you, anything you ask just love me, forgive me. Please?" Chichi fell to her knees and held onto his hands, Goku's eyes wide and confused as he listened to her words.
He wasn't sure what a husband was supposed to do to punish a cheating wife; a naughty child was smacked when severe trouble had been caused, but he would never hit Chichi. He could refuse to talk to her like Bulma did with Yamcha, kick her from their home and back to her father, divorce her like on many of them television programmes that she watched. None of them made him happy, none of them made him feel he had accomplished anything. He wanted to love her, he wanted to hold her again and kiss her, make love to her at night and just be happy like he had been. He just didn't want it yet. With little force Goku pulled his hands from hers, watching her body slump towards her now tightly clasped hands as she cried within them, he needed to think about this. He didn't know what to do and so he would go to think for a while, he didn't like to hear her cries and screams as she cried into the floor, his hand falling depressively upon the door handle and pulling the door forward, his large, muscular body stepping out of the door and into the small body of Jerrek.
His body was clothed with a tight and expensive suit, in his hands a large bunch of roses, each a finest red. His hair was neatly straight and every single strand of hair seemed to move and glisten in the sunlight. However this time his delicate skin was bruised and cut, his injuries from yesterday smaller than Goku expected but still big. Growling he pushed his body in the door frame, allowing no entrance to Jerrek as the smaller of the two stood smirking. Jerrek wouldn't loose Chichi to this man; he was a commoner, filthy and undeserving of a princess. He should be one of the many servants that worked on the fields for them or cleaned their home, not the husband of such a fine young woman. Chichi watched the two men staring each other out, shocked that neither of them had made a move onto each other. Especially Goku. Jerrek just seemed to stand there smirking at her, his white teeth glimmering like diamonds and his eyes like a midnight lake reflecting the stars. Goku just stared at the smaller man, his hands hanging loosely by his side and his muscles relaxed. But she knew that relaxation, she knew that concentration as he readied his body to fight, how he would calm himself down from emotion so he could do the job properly. Her husband was the greatest warrior ever, she knew how he worked and what he did and she knew that Jerrek was as good as dead if he tried to enter this house, or if he didn't leave now.
"Jerrek" Goku's face had snapped worriedly towards her when she had called his name, his eyes loosing the already destroyed spark. "Just go!" She watched the tall blonde as he continued to stand there, unmoved by her plea.
"Chichi my dear I will never leave you, not in the state your in. This man truly doesn't love you. What kind of man or husband leaves his wife to break down like this, a wife like you? He doesn't understand you, he doesn't know how to look after you or see to your needs and desires. He's pathetic." Goku continued to watch Chichi as the smaller man spoke, his shield never falling even as he was insulted, as his pride was attacked. He just looked at her, his eyes shining with every thought that entered his mind, every heart filled, and anger dripping comment in reply to Jerrek. But he remained silent, waiting for her.
"Jerrek please, just leave me alone. Can't you see I'm never going to be with you? I'm married and I was foolish to have listened to you in the first place. I don't love you! I love Goku and look what I've done to him, to our marriage. I never want to see you again Jerrek, you've ruined more than our friendship this time" Quickly she shut the door, Goku's face never leaving her as she walked towards the sofa and fell upon it. Goku smirked as he watched an angry Jerrek speed off into the distance, away from his home and wife. Chichi lay sobbing once again as she held onto the arms of the sofa, Goku bending down, touched her shoulder lightly.
It was all the comfort he gave her at this moment it was all he wanted to give and so the days dragged on, each night he would pull up the covers of his lonely sofa bed, the coldness of his body almost unbearable as he slept in disturbed dreams. Morning would come and each morning he would find breakfast on his lap, each a finer delicacy than the last and his house completely spotless. Each morning she would plead with him and cry on him, her story never changing and her heartbreak never healing. But what angered him the most was this Jerrek. Each day the man would come, at the same time with a new, brighter and more expensive bouquet of flowers. Each day he would stand and listen to what this man thought of him and what Goku could never do to be a good husband, why Jerrek thought he would be so great and how Goku didn't deserve her. But it also made him smile, that each and every day that man came to see her, to try and take her Chichi would defend him, defend his pride and honour but most of all his love for her.
He couldn't trust her still, he went everywhere she did. Shopping, visiting her friends and father, walks and on her chores. He didn't train anymore unless she was outside where he could see her, he had stopped going on jogs around the forest, if one moment she was there and the next she was gone he would become angry. Looking for her and questioning her whereabouts, he could tell it annoyed her and that it upset her he still hadn't forgiven her but he couldn't help it. His heart still hurt. The mark on his shoulder still itched and throbbed, Chichi's looking very much the same. Sometimes late at night it would erupt with a sudden pain, his body twisting to cover it and get over the sudden thread of suffering that ran through his body. He knew it was because she dreamt of him, because she longed for him to join her in their now lonely and cold bed. He knew that she needed fixing just like he did and the pain was her call to him, her plea to forgive her and take her back as his own but somehow through all the instinct and all the pain he ignored it. Maybe in time he would be ready to start again, to hold her and comfort her. So they could both forget, but not now. Not just yet, right now he just wanted to think.
TBC
There we go another chapter from me lol I wrote this in between my maths revision. I hope it is alright and that you like it. Please review.
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