Italics= Song

Bold=Narrator


I'm laying here on this cold floor…

I look up, wondering if the walls to my room were ever this tall and cold.

I'm curled up in a fetal position wondering why everything around me seemed different. The reason for my unexplained shivering, and for once I find myself in a place I haven't been before. Laying on this floor arose a sense of fear, I felt vulnerable almost as if I were being exposed to the world a feeling that was foreign to me

And as I lay here I find my eyes traveling towards the window. The sky had cleared despite the horrible sounds of thunder the night before and for some odd reason I forgot how breath, I think I was hyperventilating I felt a clenches around my heard a form of desperation arises in me. A feeling that came from the coldness of my house...a coldness that resembles that of an empty house abandoned and haunted by ghosts. Almost as if no one had lived here in many years. I hug my knees tighter to my chest, trying to warm my frozen body and for some reason I can't help but think how much I wanted Trunks to be here, to save me like other times, and yet... I can't bring myself to call him

I wouldn't ask

In my young life there were times when I knew I was weak and powerless, a feeling that I knew to well. But now, it was creeping up my body sending shivers up my spine and that warmth that I was desperately looking for cascaded down my face in the form of tears. How long had it been since I last cried? I don't fully understand this feeling I have at the pit of my stomach...It's horrible almost as if my inside were in a knot. I wanted my father to be here, I wanted him to hold me. To cradle me in my sleep like I've seen Vegeta do to Trunks. But I didn't have a father

Everything's dark

"Mommy?" I remember calling.

The door slowly opens revealing the woman that has been there for me since birth. She smiles at me, and asks

"Are you hungry Go-Chan?"

I shutter. Something sounded off in her voice. But this was my mother, she would never hurt me

"Can I help?"

I ask

She looks at me shocked, and then smiles.

"Of-course"

She started speaking, and as her voice fills the void of the house I find myself at peace. I don't quite remember what it was that she was talking about, but she seemed happy. Her soothing voice brings a calmness to my scrambled mind. This woman who bore me into the world, this woman who dealt with everything while everyone around her abandoned her

….this woman I knew was too hurt to even think about me. I was all by myself but when she talked to me like this I felt like a child that was product of love

"Go-Chan, I want you to learn how to play the piano. Would you do it for me?"

I look at her, and I nod. I want to be the perfect son

I will never be disobedient,

I will never hurt her

I will give her my all, just so she can smile, like she did now.


A month later

A month of playing the piano-since there was nothing else to do- and my fingers are sore, my eyes are tiered, and everything ached. But I kept on practicing giving it my all. It made her smile and that's all I lived for.

But as time slowly went by, I stopped practicing…

"Go-Chan, you hardly touch the piano anymore…why?"

I showed her my fingers, each one bandaged by a different color, and I smile at her

"I just wanted my hands to heal, that is all"

Her smile was betrayed by her eyes. I hated that sadness, I hated how her eyes would lose the warmth in them, I hated how she coldly turned her back to me. I hated her disappointment whenever I stopped playing the piano…and so I started playing again…I hardly ate, hardly slept….why? because I couldn't find my smile when I looked at her and her hatred showed through

A part of me feel in love with the piano. It became my only salvation, it stopped me from thinking and questioning the things around me. It allowed me to pour everything ugly and turn it into something quite beautiful…

Another week had passed, and I stopped playing the piano and once again she asked me

"Go-Chan you haven't touched the piano why?"

I smiled at her, and lied

"I want to learn this song, but it's such a challenge, I'm trying to figure out it's notes. I almost got it"

She smiled and left to cook in the kitchen

…..Honestly I felt trapped. I wasn't allowed to leave,

"Go-Chan!" guess what….I've signed you up for a piano competition, aren't you happy?"

"Yes. Very" I replied, I hugged her. And I felt my shirt moisten as my mother tears touch my shoulder

"What's wrong mommy"

She looks at me, "I'm so proud of you"

My body shook "Me to, mom"

This is the first time she has ever hugged my tiny frame like this, and my heart fluttered. How long had I searched for my mothers love? Sometimes it took a different kind of dream to make a smile. This dream wasn't mine but it made my mother smile, it made her forget her troubles for once and it allowed her to see me, her son Goten. All this time my arms were searching for her warmth, a mother that the child in me desperately clung to. I felt her fabric on my finger tips and her scent filled my nose and I inhaled deeply because she was proud of me, she truly was.

I think I started crying.


We drove to the city. It had been two weeks after her announcement. And here I was enjoying the view, I was finally free. And my love only grew for the instrument that allowed my mother to be proud of me. That simple object that allowed me this small freedom. When we got there I noticed all the different kids they varied from different ages but my mother said that I would be fine.

One by one the contestants played each one better than the next. My palms were sweaty, and my heart beat was unsteady. Never in my life had I ever been surrounded by so many people. It had always been me and mother

Next up is Son Goten age 7

I heard my mother cheer….

I looked at the audience, and a part of me wanted Trunks to be there, but he would never believe me.

I stared at the piano they had provided.I ran my fingers through the keyboard trying to ignore the people anxiously waiting for me to start playing. Minutes passed and my thoughts started tormenting me... was it natural for a mother to never make eye contact with her child?Was it natural for a mother to be repulsed by the touch of her son?

I looked at my mother and I smiled at her. I was ready to play a song, a song that reminded me of her….the soft melody started and people were quite. And as the melody left my fingers, words formed and I started singing

Close enough to start a war. All that I have is on the floor. God only knows what were fighting for

All that I say, You always say more

I Can't keep up with your turning tables, under your thumb, I can't breath

So I won't let you close enough to hurt me, no I wont rescue you, to just desert me

I can't give you, the heart you think you gave me

It's time to say goodbye to turning tables

Under haunted skies I see you,

Where love is lost, your ghost is found,

I braved a hundred storms to leave you,

As hard as you try, no, I will never be knocked down,

I can't keep up with your turning tables,

Under your thumb, I can't breathe,

So I won't let you close enough to hurt me,

The melody increased and his voice became more powerful

Next time I'll be braver,

I'll be my own savior,

When the thunder calls for me,

Next time I'll be braver,

I'll be my own savior,

Standing on my own two feet,

I won't let you close enough to hurt me,

No, I won't rescue you, to just desert me,

I can't give you the heart you think you gave me

And before the melody finished I looked at mother, she wasn't there. This song reminded me of her. A woman who would never offer me her heart…something was wrong, from the moment I was torn away from Trunks, I knew. I knew that she didn't love me, the way that I loved her. But I wanted to change this poor woman fate. Just like she had given me a glimmer of hope, I wanted to do the same for her.

Maybe one day I would figure out the reason for her hate.


For a child of his age, he was very perceptible to the world , he understood her cold stares when he wouldn't play the piano. The sudden loss of contact…the way she avoided him, the reason why she locked him in his room, he understood the reasons

…maybe one day he would stand on his own two feet.

The music stopped, but the cheers replaced the awkward silence.

He bowed and left to leave and search for his mother.

She left….

"Mommy?" came his small voice

She turned, tears falling from her eyes, and a bottle of whiskey hanging from the other


I had won that day, but it didn't matter. We didn't speak about it, but I handed her the money non-the-less. I walked up to my room.

I didn't want to play the piano anymore. I wanted her to love me, to be proud of me but it did the exact opposite, her love for me was only material gain. I changed clothes and made way down the stairs.

"Mom?"

She looked up, had she been crying,

"yeah" she responded without looking at me

Her cold voice resonated in my eardrums

"I don't think I want to play the piano anymore" I waited for her response

She didn't move,

"I want to learn, to read, to write, I want to go to school and be a great scholar like Gohan"

Apart of me wanted to continue playing the piano it had saved me countless times, it saved me whenever I couldn't stand on my own.

I was lost in my own thoughts when I felt a pain,

She was dragging me up the stares to where the piano was, I almost stumbled but her grip on my arm was strong, it would bruise in the morning, I tried to break free, and easy task for a saiyan, but it didn't occur, I couldn't find my strength it was gone

"YOU. ..UP" came her slurs, was she drunk?

I only whimpered, hoping that if I didn't move she wouldn't hurt me

"I'm sorry" came my silent pleas. But it was to late she straddled me preventing my legs from moving, I honestly don't remember being pushed down. But I do remember the knife coming down

"AHHHHHHHH!" were my screams, never in my life had I felt anything like this, I moved around trying to get her off of me. But she was strong. I Found myself in a helpless situation as I looked over to the pool of my own blood collecting around my hand, and I looked up, crying

"PLease mom stop!"

She looked at me, with a smirk that I never wanted my mother to have and then she proceeded to grabbed my other hand, threatening to crack my fingers, she put pressure on my index,

"The I guess you won't be needing both your hands"

"I'm sorry!" I screamed and everything went black

But before I closed my eyes I couldn't help but think back on all the countless battles that I had fought in, the pain that I felt then, didn't compare to this pain...this one was different,

I don't remember what happened next but it seemed like my body went into shock, I remember my body shaking and my vision blurred

"I only do this because I love you. I want you to become the best piano player….Only because I love you"

And I cried.

Because when I looked at her, no remorse filled her eyes. And that sadistic smile that danced on her lips made me feel insignificant and worthless.

I didn't hate her.

She only wanted what was best for me….I was the one who provoked this, it was my fault.

Yes, my fault

Next time I'll be braver, I'll be my own savior

"Mother do you love me?" I breathed

Something about her made my blood pulse rise, and something deep inside me wanted her to say yes, I prayed that her answer would be the answer I was searching for. But deep down I already knew her answer…

She never answered me and closed the door

Woooo another chapter. The song was Turning Tables by Adele. Well I hope you liked this chapter, I guess this is the beginning of ChiChi going crazy. I just wanted to show you the steps instead of rushing through the story. Two more years and Goten can see Trunks but what will happen in this 2 years. Thanks for reading. And if you like it review and like it lol

Edited (4-4-2012)