Chichi let her pen run professionally over the paper, notes and music just taking their place on the sheet. Goku unnoticed by his captor watched from a distance. His head tilted to one side showing his curiosity. Kami only knew how long he had been down here, with no windows it was impossible to tell exactly what time it was: he knew not if it was neither night nor day or by how many days had passed. All in all he had slept in what seems to be a night time sleep, when the body rested, around seven times and so he guessed that he had probably been down here at least a week, maybe give or take a few days. He and Chichi had been getting close and well each day he looked forward to her splendid meals.

Some evenings she would be gone and although her room was off limits he could tell she wasn't in there. He had no idea why he wasn't allowed in there, whether it was just because of privacy or that she had things he wasn't allowed to see. But either way he just left it alone, even if she did go away he never noticed when she left and he had no idea when she would return, it would be a risk having a look as her lengths away held no pattern and until they did he wouldn't dare to look.

But at times like this he would watch her, in truth he was often bored down here…with very little to do he often found himself dreaming of home…his real home. Another truth was that Bulma's home wasn't much better; in fact it was probably just as bad. Sure it was big and the huge amounts of Money Bulma had meant that she could pretty much have all her heart desired but it was nothing to what he wanted.

Yamcha would take him hunting, Krillen and he would have got together and stuff and he even helped Bulma's father sometimes. He had a job all set for him when he had finished education and supposedly a bride too…but it didn't make him happy. He didn't want to live in the house Bulma had set for him, with an apprenticeship in her family company with a woman Bulma had chosen for him. He wanted to go out there and get the job that appealed to him, teaching or medicine maybe. He wanted to take back up his fighting to proper spars rather than secret training sessions deep in the garden when no one was around. He wanted to find a woman he loved, get married and move back to the country, where he could have a family and live how he had been happy. But Bulma would never allow that.

Goku sighed as he watched her write her music, smiling as her pen drifted across the brownish paper. The candle flickered furiously as a strong wind raged around the tunnel. He was never sure where this wind came from and at some point she had thought of swimming back to the thing. But knowing it was a maze well he didn't particularly want to get lost in the cold waters. So he just accepted his new home, sure it was a little plain but Chichi had done as much as she could to give it a more homely touch, it was a little cold too but the blankets were thick and they kept him both warm and comfortable. She had brought him clothes and she fed him but most of all she took exceptional care of him. There really was no reason to feel he should go back, other than letting Bulma know he was ok.

Chichi feeling his eyes on her put the pen gently down and turned to look at him, his eyes were clouded and he was very distant. As her name remained on him, he still did not move. And until she stood there was nothing.

"Good morning, is everything to you likening?" Chichi let her eyes wander down Goku's body, his broad shoulders stretched into his perfect posture, his well built chest hidden below the soft cloth of his suit but still his build was visible. He smiled in reply and she took his hand in hers, leading him to the waters edge.

"Everything is fine thank you." He stood looking into the dark waters, they seemed never ending. The chill was so deep the air itself was catching it and yet his skin was warm, no shiver or chill ran through him. Chichi was clutched tightly to his arm and still she wore her mask, her expressions hidden other than the movements of her lips and the odd sparkle in her eyes. The tightening of her grip on his hands allowed him to see her worry.

"You want to return to them?" Goku turned to look at her with eyes still clouded and tired. Smiling at her he firmed his grip on her hand.

"I don't know" Both sighed, still looking into the water of the deep canals. "I want them to know I'm happy, that I want to be with you." Chichi smiled wildly "But I want you to know that I can't just abandon the life I had up there." Chichi's smile dropped and she glared at him.

"Your life was worthless to you…that's why I took you! You're happy down here, with me! There is nothing for you left up there! It's all down here with me!" Goku's eyes widened.

"My life was not worthless in my eyes; it just seemed pointless and dictated! I have friends up there Chichi! I have friends who will be worried about me! Who'll think I'm harmed! All I want to do is say goodbye because if you have your way I'll be living in this rundown hole forever and I'll never see them again!" Goku's voice was raised just above normal level but his tone was firm, eyes glaring straight ahead he watched her lips coil into an angry pout. "Just accept it Chichi your living in a fantasy"

Goku didn't see the hand coming towards him, instead he watched with a throbbing cheek as he lay on the floor. Chichi's form jumping into the boat and going up the river. Shaking his head in regret and disbelief Goku rubbed his tingling skin, standing slowly as she faded into the distance.

Chichi watched with murderous anger and the franticly ranting Krillen, three policemen were with him, all pleading with the small bald man to end the search in this area of the home as nothing could be found. She couldn't see the sorrow in his eyes, her won eyes seeing straight through that and seeing exactly what she wanted to see, a friend looking fro their friend not because they wanted to but because they felt they had to. She didn't care what Goku said, he belonged with her. So many years she had obsessed over him, so many lonely nights she had sat in the cold tunnels, a thin blanket around her shoulders as she watched him sleeping in a restless slumber and all those times, her mind would wander, conjure up dreams and visions and always, he would be in her arms, warm and rested, sleeping peacefully and that's what he did now. His sleep was still and calm, no tossing and turning, no groans and mumbles but a small smile. He didn't want to come back, he couldn't.

In a small rage Chichi stormed down the hidden tunnels, her face now watching Bulma who angrily scowled at her reflection as if she could see the creator of her misery behind the shining mirror's glass.

Goku could feel the skin of his backside growing cold as he remained seated upon the stone floor, Chichi had been gone a while and a small anger still bubbled within him. It wasn't that he wanted to go back and if he did well he wanted to take her with him. Yes, he wanted to be with her, he wanted to hold her close to him and know that what Bulma tried to take from him was still available. That he could love someone who wasn't one pf the Brief's friends, that he would somehow live his life. But Chichi she wanted him to stay here forever and that well, was doing exactly what Bulma was doing. She was planning out his life. She wanted him down here forever but it was dark and cold, there was very little colour and well the air was not fresh. He wanted to take her to the wide world and show her the beauties of the Earth but she would never…she wouldn't even let him say goodbye to his friends.

A large, noisy wind ran through the canals, the curtains to her room blowing into his line of sight. She had no right to keep him out of there; if he was forced to stay here then he should be allowed to go where he chose down here. In truth he was a prisoner but still that wasn't the point. Standing up he listened to the same rhythm of the moving water around him, there was no change and nor had there been any fro a while. Taking a breath and growling Goku stood and marched into her room, throwing the curtains out the way as if they had attacked him.

Her room was no larger than his, no different from his. In the middle was a large bed, sheets made of silk laced the mattress and a small wardrobe sat in the corner. But his breath still ceased when he entered the room, the walls were covered. His face painted with the hand of perfection on canvas and placed on the walls, tens of them. Child, teenager and even now as a young adult. By the wardrobe was a large, clean dress, white in colour. Walking forward he took one of the small candles into his hand, holding it firmly at the base and ignoring the hot wax that fell on his hands.

On her pillow lay a small leather bound book, rough against the skin but crimpled and full of writing. It was old and well used, the pages a darker, more worn colour to his eyes as he opened the small book. It was a journal, her personal journal. Now Bulma had always told him it was rude to read anyone's journal and bad luck to read a girls and although he wasn't extremely suspicious he wasn't one for being rude…and yet he couldn't' bare to take his eyes away, he had to read it. The very first entry was short, brief in the least and would have been written when he was thirteen years old.

I watched him again tonight, my nose is running a little and I can feel a shiver running up my back even now. But even the cold of those tunnels can not draw me from him…I am his angel and I know he dreams of me, even if he has forgotten of me. He still has that habit of restless sleep. As he lays there his face is always one of confusion and frustration, his eyes shut tighter and he'll toss and turn. Oh my love Goku, how I wish there was something I could do for you! One day my darling I will take you away from this, I will make you happy. I promise you my love it will all be over soon.

She watched him all this time? Goku smiled slightly but couldn't help the feel of sickness rise within him, as long as it was only when he was asleep. He flicked through the pages quickly coming to a stop as he neared the blanker ones. Two months ago she wrote this, he let his eyes wonder…taking her all in, all her dreams.

It seems he is all my life could care to posses now, not that I actually posses him (not yet anyway) It was his Nineteenth birthday yesterday and oh how handsome he is now. The party was huge and well I couldn't help but notice it was mostly women…single women. I know it is not him, he told me so…It is that Bulma, she wants him to marry soon and he has no say…he never has. But soon he will be happy; I can do that for him for soon he will be in my home…in my arms.

Oh my darling Goku I can hardly contain my happiness and excitement. You could never know and I could never tell the number of times I have dreamt about you. From the warmth of your hugs to the tingle of your kisses. I cannot wait to have you as my own Goku, to feel your lips running down the pale naked skin of my body, your hand roaming a fire upon my flesh in this cold air. My hands rubbing your back soothingly as you nibble my delicate neck, your manhood pressed hard against my entrance…I am all hot even now as I dream of you. The day you roughly take hold of me arms and slam me to the bed, you lips biting hard on my breast as you place yourself into position and roughly…

Goku slammed the book shut and turned to look at the shouting figure in the door. His cheeks were red, his brow wet and his muscles tight. Chichi's breathing was fast, her teeth flared and her eyes narrowed at him as she screamed. He had been so into her recordings he had stopped listening for her rows in the boat.

"GET OUT!" Goku stood quickly and walked towards her, her diary now in her grabbing hands" I told you my room was forbidden! How dare you…"

"I'm sorry Chichi!" Goku watched her face narrow more and bowed his head, walking trough his own curtain and straight to his bed.

TBC