Chapter 47: The Warning

How am I going to tell her? How should I tell her? Damn it! Not only is there another fight, waiting for me, I'm supposed to die. What upsets me is that I die before the battle, and from a heart virus, how pathetic. I'm grateful that Trunks gave me this medicine, but I'm still very worried.

All my friends get killed in his future. My Gohan will be eventually killed. What hurts me the most is I wasn't there to keep him safe. I do wonder why Trunks didn't say anything about Chichi. Is she even alive at the time? Piccolo is trying to talk to me, about our plans for training, but I can't think about that right now. As excited, I am for a good fight, there's just so much to take in. I literally am putting my life on hold; I also have more at risk.

That's when I look up and see Gohan looking at me. My little boy. I left you, and you had to suffer from my past. NO! Not this time! With the knowledge that I have time to train you, that I have the cure to that virus, I will not fail you. I don't plan on ever leaving you with my burdens! You should be able to make your own path. You should be able to do what you want, and not follow in my footsteps. As much as I would like to step down, I don't want to put that on your hands, if I can avoid it.

Piccolo tells me he'll come back tomorrow, with that I'm alone with my son. Did I even give him a proper hug? With so much going on, did I ignore you? I need to fix that. "Come here son." He rushes into my embrace, and he's crying. No! You're not supposed to cry. My little man is supposed to be happy, not hurt.

"I miss you so much daddy." I can't help but to hold him tighter, and rub the top of his head. My son is in pain, and it's all my fault. I have to fix this. "Let's go tell mom, that you're back." He looks so happy saying that, but I'm worried. I'm reminded of the little problem I have to face. "Mom will be so happy you're back." I can't help but bite my lip. That happiness isn't going to last long, especially when I tell her the news. She's going to kill me. Maybe I shouldn't tell her right away. So, I just smile, to not worry Gohan.

We then land in front of our home. I'm not ready to face her yet. I tell Gohan to go in without me. That I just need a moment to brace myself. He questions why, but I assure him it's for a happy reason. the moment he walks in, I try my best to put on a happy face. I know she won't believe it, well not for a long enough time. But I am happy that I'll get to see her. It's just, the news that I have to tell her, is what's breaking me from the inside. My poor Chichi.

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I'm started to feel extremely worried all of a sudden. It's probably because Gohan has still hasn't come home. I just finished dinner too. If he doesn't show soon it'll start to get cold. He knows how I get when the food gets cold. But now I feel a stronger worry in my heart. Something is definitely wrong, but what. Just when I was going to reach out for Gohan, he opens the door. I rush and hug my baby, and spin across the room. I then set him down, to face me. "Don't you scare me like that. Now, tell mommy what was going on." He just looks at the ground, and stays quiet.

I don't like this. What's going on? Just when I was going to say something more, I felt strong arms embracing me from the back. Gohan is now looking at me, with a smile. I barely hear him say surprise, as I'm engulf in emotions. I'm on the brink of tears, when I finally look to see who's holding me. It's… It's… "GOKU!" I turn around and give him a proper embrace. My husband's home! I feel like a kid, as I try to embrace was all my being. I don't even know that he had moved us to the couch. I don't want to let go. MY HUSBAND'S HOME! I can't hold the tears, as I continue hugging him. I can feel he's rubbing my back, but it just makes me cry more. He's home! He's finally home!

But the moment gets ruin, when his famous stomach decided to announce itself. I actually miss that, too. We start to giggle, as I finally get off his lap. That's when I remember. "Oh, no!" He looks worried. "I didn't make enough." I feel disappointed now. If I knew he was coming today, I would had made all his favorites. So, not fair. I then felt his arms around me again, and I just enjoy the comfort. "Go clean up. I'll make more while you two eat."

He raised my face to look at him. "That's ok. Don't worry about that for now." Now I'm worried again. Something is really wrong, especially if Goku is not concerned about food. I want to ask him, but he just kisses me, and goes to our room to clean up. I can't help but feel trouble by his response. So, I follow him into our room, and lock the door. He turns to me worried. "Chichi." He's biting his lip. He doesn't do that unless something is really wrong, or we're having sex.

I reach out to him, and he backs away. Something is really wrong. He usually tells me, but the fact that he's backing away is really worrying me. So much that it angers me that he's not saying anything. "Goku! Tell me what's wrong! Now! Mister!"

"3 years. Something bad. I die before…" He's crying. It feels like the room got hotter, as I witness his hair change color.

"Goku?" I try to reach him, but he turns away. I hug him from behind, he's just still. "It's ok, it's ok. You can tell me when you're ready." I let him go, and rub his back before I start walking towards the door.

"Please don't leave." I turn to see he's still crying. I try to reach out again, and this time he embraces me. "Chichi, I don't know what I'm going to do." I rub his back, and we end up sitting on the floor. "Chichi, I'm going to die in 3 years. And this happened before a big fight happens, and I can't save anyone. Everyone gets killed, except Gohan. But then he gets killed sometime after." I felt a tight pain in my chest, as he told me this. He then held me tighter. "I failed at protecting our son. I failed at protecting you." He just continued sobbing into my shoulder.

I try all my might to hold back my own tears, and I tried to smooth my Goku's pain. Then it hit me. "How do you know what's going to happen in the future?" He then pulls out a small bottle, from inside his weird shit, and tells me that some kid from the future told him what was going to happen. That the bottle contain medicine that will save him, but Goku still seems troubled. I still think he's hiding something from me. But I'll let it go for now. Besides, he calm down enough that his hair changed back. Kinda feels cold without that strange energy coming from him.

I wipe the tears from his face, and remind him that he still needs to get cleaned up for dinner. That's when I felt him grabbing my behind, and the other hand keeping me close. "Don't I get a welcome home kiss?" I couldn't help to giggle at that. "There's my happy wife. Now come on, I want her kisses." My silly husband. I give him a quick kiss, on the lips. He starts pouting. "Not that one." I kiss his nose. "No." I can't stop giggling. He's so cute when he pouts like that. "If you don't give me the kiss I want, I'll just take it. I'm trying to play nice, so, give me. Give me." This time I give him a long, passionate kiss. I could feel his hands roaming my back. We break off the kiss, and I'm left breathless. He practically purrs into my ear, "Much better. I want more of those for dessert."

I couldn't help blush at that. "Behave mister." He nods, and we get up from the floor. I give him one last look, before I leave the room, while he gets cleaned up.

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"GOKU!" I just finished putting on a clean tank top, when I heard death calling me. What did I do now? The moment I walked out our room, I spot Gohan mouthing a 'sorry dad.' Oh crap! I tried to retreat into our room. "Don't you think about it! Come out here! RIGHT NOW!" I silently prayed that my destruction will be painless. I walked into the living room, to face my sentence. "Why did our son say he left because he could sense this Frieza guy? Didn't you 'supposedly' kill him?" You just had to tell your mother. Well, she asked. "Excuse me! I'm waiting for an answer!"

"I thought I did kill him. I was pretty sure I killed him. And I thought the explosion would do the rest." I whispered that last part. You can see she wasn't buying it.

"I see. Well clearly someone else made SURE he was dead this time. Oh, would you also care to explain why Gohan was asking me permission to train for 3 years?" That one I gulp, and wished I could instant transmission and come back to a perfectly happy wife. Well, looks like today really isn't my dad. Getting news about my upcoming death, having to worry about future events, and on top of that, a beautiful angry wife. Which I can't do anything about with Gohan standing right here.

"Just hear me out." She's tapping her foot, and a finger on her arm. Oh boy, whatever next comes out my mouth is either going to save me, or it'll be my last words. Please Kami, I don't want to sleep outside on my first night back. "Well, you see hon, there's these cyborgs, that are currently being created to kill me, in three years. And not only is their mission to kill me, they also an unstoppable force that will destroy the human race." I smiled, and slowly stepped back as she slowly moved forward. "I was hoping to train Gohan to help us out, since, well, we'll have a better chance at winning."

She then grabbed me by my top. "And when we're you going to tell me this? Or even ask me?"

"After dinner. And tomorrow we were going to start training." She let me go and started crying. Oh no! No! she then got angry again.

"My baby isn't going to be training for 3 years! He has a lot of catching up to do in his studies! And if he takes more time off studying, HE'LL FALL BEHIND!"

"Come on, Chichi. Once this is over no more training, no more fights, he can do all the studying he wants. Just this once. Come on. For the earth. And besides, Gohan wants to train."

"Yeah, mom." I think he just hit the nail on my coffin, cause Chichi looks ready to explode.

"I said no! I don't care if it's for the earth! MY BABY IS GOING TO STUDY!" Chichi can't be serious. She just has to be joking. I wouldn't be asking, or even telling her, if it wasn't important. But for her to say that she doesn't care about the earth sounds like a joke.

"Oh, Chichi, you must be kidding?" I lightly slapped her shoulder. Well, I thought it was light, but clearly it wasn't. For my wife flew through the wall, past a tree, and landed on a large rock. CRAP! She's twitching, so she's alive, but now I'm too afraid to touch her.

I try my best to help her up, and bring her to the house. I then go about that I should take her to Dr. Knight, but then she insist not to. "But Chichi."

"It's not that bad. Put me down, and get the first aid kit." As me, and Gohan bandage her up, I keep apologizing. I been in space for so long, I don't even know my own strength. Even though I'm trying to help bandage her, I'm afraid to do anything.

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I can't believe this man. Does he really think I'm going to let him train our baby for that long. Now to top it off, I got slam through our home. He insisted on taking me to the doctors, but these are flesh wounds. Plus, dinner got cold. He comes back, and the whole day goes up in flames. What am I going to do with him?

He does something, that makes him disappear for a moment, and then he returns. He tells me how Korin doesn't have senzu beans right now, but he'll have some soon. The rest of the evening is spent me trying to keep my temper, as Goku tries to wash dishes, and not break every other one. I'm so close to telling just stop, but he keeps mumbling how he has to do this. Gohan had finally changed back to normal clothes, and is doing one of his new textbooks.

It's when we finally put Gohan to bed, that I realize the situation I was in. Plus, I also noticed how distant Goku was being. I long ago forgave him; since clearly, it was an accident. When we reached our room, is when I really saw how bad Goku took it.

I had just made it to our dresser, when I looked back to ask him something. He didn't move from the door. He looks scared. I try walking towards him, and he moves away. "Goku. Can you please help me?"

"But… But… what if I hurt you again?" He looks really nervous. My poor husband.

"Please Goku. I really need a shower. Just help me out. Please." His face turns red, but he does agree to help me. As he slowly undresses me, he bits his lip. Once my tops are off, he stops, as his hands are on my hips. "Goku." He shakes his head and looks up at me. "Can you finish please." He nods, and go back to undressing me. Once I'm down to my bra and panties, do I remember that maybe a shower isn't a good idea. Maybe a hot bath would do better. Or a sponge bath.

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It feels like forever since I last cleaned my wife. It almost feels like an honor to even touch her again. Things didn't turn out how I hoped, but being able to have this moment will do. I try my best to stay focus, and be gentle as possible as I clean my beautiful wife. Even when she's all bandaged up, she still have an unmistakable beauty to her. I really need to watch myself around her.

But now that I think of it, maybe it's a good thing that plans were changed. What if I harmed her doing 'that'? I could never forgive myself. As I continue to wash her, I try my best to be extra gentle. And now that I'm slowly cleaning her legs, I try my best to stay focus, even with the fact I have her open to me. I can't do anything; I'll end up hurting her more.

Why did I have to go and hurt her? I messed up big time. I finally rinsed off the soap, and quickly grabbed a towel. Once all dry, I didn't know if I should carrier her to the room or let her walk. I felt lost. I let her walk, but I stood close behind. Once I helped her get dress, and into bed, I was face with another problem. I can't join her, in our bed. What if I hurt her while we sleep? I could never forgive myself. So, I end up sitting on the floor, by the foot of the bed. I really don't deserve her.