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The air was a bitter cold, the sky a thick grey with heavy rain cloud and the wind harsh. The windows thick with a mist from the inside hot air, he could see nothing but he knew it was raining. As usual it pounded without mercy against the glass of his home, the wind transforming the life giving water into missiles.

Chichi lay in front of him, his hands remained clasped as he prayed for her recovery, his eyes now open unlike before as he looked upon the angel that had his love. The bleeps of the machines driving him insane, black skin under his eyes reflected his tiredness as the young man sat slumped in his chair. Buts still his eyes never left her, his thoughts never changing and his heart still broken.

He had fought endless monsters and enemies, faced challenges he never could have completed at the time and never had he been afraid as he was now. His breathing was deep with worry and his heart beat painfully fast in his chest with exhaustion. Day after day past and he waited, the demons created from his sorrow pounding him, the grief he held in his heart a monster only Chichi could defeat.

Not even the reflection of his run down body could divert his cares, each day the image of a tired, weary and shabby man was shown to him but he saw nothing, looking straight through it as he cried for the life of his mate.

Radditz slowly readied his armour, watching his sisters mimicking movements, outside he could hear the shouts of his Mother as she tried to calm the crowds down, some wanted total independence, a stupid dream for a group of people who had been under a command for over 100 years, most however just wanted a few things changed.

As far as the humans were concerned it was a crime to be with a Sayain, a king wouldn't marry a commoner after all. But here was their youngest commander, loving and marrying a woman almost as low as one could go. A mere house slave, tatty and worthless, the rich were angry as they felt they had more rights to the equal privileges, the poor were angry because whilst she was pampered and cared for they suffered.

Tanupa had no idea what to do; she loved her people and had always given them a fair hand in treatment. But now they were rising against her kindness and threatening her home and family. Inside her son sat derelict and she couldn't be with him and hold him lovingly as a mother should, no, she had to stand here and listen to them complain and moan. She was afraid deep inside, afraid for her son and afraid for her people. She had seen two uprisings in her life time.

Both had been horrendous. As a child brought up to believe that she was a princess, a Sayain who was more important in every way than the humans the uprising had snapped her. She had been a young teenager, barely even 16 when it happened, the shouts of rebellion filled her room as they marched through her lands, and the shouts of battle as the Sayain armies fought them away. Day after day of battles past until she could take it no more, leaving home she searched for a way to help anyone in anyway. It wasn't until evening that she realized her mistake; she had been attacked and hurt in her merciful state of kindness. That's where she had first met Bardock, a smaller young man then and he had helped her, hurting most of them to her disappointment. A happy ending she supposed, for her.

The second one had been in Kakarott's life time, ten years ago and once again it had been violent but not as bad as the first she remembered. She saw none of this one, she remained locked inside her home as her husband fought, her small baby boy held in her arms until the battles were over. Many had been killed and injured on the human side but each time they never learned, each time she tried to help them and each time she never succeeded.

Her heart beat more, her breaths still deep but the short whining sound of her brainwaves differed, now long and sharp. But he didn't hear, so long had he dreamt of that sound that now it seemed like it was never a reality. His eyes remained on her, waiting for the dream to end, coming to his senses as he watched his father pushing buttons and smiling widely.

A heat rose within him as he stood, ignoring the fatigue in his knees as they tried to give in and he walked to her, her eyes fluttering open to see the shocked and smiling face of her mate. His hands pressed against the glass trying to reach her as the water was drained, Bardock opening the door and lifting her out and into a small robe.

Her head was in a spin, the room too bright for her senses as she collapsed into Kakarott's strong arms, his smile fading as he pulled her to him and held her, gently calling her name.

"It's ok son. She's just tired; take her to your room to rest. She's ok now." Bardock ran his hand through his son's hair and smiled at the happy and relieved tears that now fell down his face.

TBC

YAYA a new chap. Sorry I didn't post it yesterday with my other story I couldn't finish it off. I've just had these huge migraines, especially today and obviously couldn't go on the computer much. Hopefully get another chap done soon.

Lots of love and luck

Chemical connection

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