A/N: Italics represent thoughts and/or memories!

Wishes from the Heart – Chapter 9

"Take me back, Now!"

"No."

"Now!"

"No."

Goku kept his arm firmly around her waist, looking straight ahead as he flew through the air. Flew! Trista felt like she was gonna puke.

"I feel like I'm gonna be sick."

Goku turned her over. Her back was pressed up against his chest, her eyes faced the ground. A long way down!

She screamed.

He turned her back around, smirking a little at her white face. Asshole.

"Why did you do that!?" she gasped.

He glanced down at her a moment before facing forward again. She watched the muscles in his throat as he talked.

"You said you were going to be sick. I didn't want you throwing up on me."

"God! No wonder your wife left you! You're a jerk!"

Trista screamed again as she went falling through the air. She was caught a moment later. She clutched Goku's shirt in a death grip.

"Why!" gasp "did!" gasp "you do that!"

Goku lifted upright, to where it seemed they were standing in the air. Weird! He looked down at her for a moment, a frown on his face.

"Stop trying my patience."

"Oh," Trista said slowly, "so the real person comes out. I was wandering when-"

He put his finger to her lips, silencing her.

"You're doing it again."

Trista smacked his hand away, keeping the other clenched in his shirt. She didn't wanna fall, after all! He did have his arm around her waist, but she didn't trust him not to drop her again.

"So you turned out to be a jerk after all!"

She watched as Goku's eyes narrowed, his arm tightening around her waist. She let out a squeak. It hurt! But she was bent on having her say. To hell with him!

"Do your friends know who you really are? Does your ex-wife? Does your kid!?"

Goku studied her with those penetrating eyes. He didn't say anything.

"Look! Take me back to Bulma's okay!? I don't feel comfortable around you, I don't know where we're going, don't want to, to tell you the truth! And I just wanna relax in my room, away from all of you weirdos!"

He put two fingers to his forehead, not saying anything. He still had a frown on his face.

"Goku! Did you hear me! Take me ba-"

Trista felt her breath leave her body as they landed in someone's living room. Goku finally let her go. She fell to the floor, gasping. The carpet felt good under her feet. She resisted the urge to kiss it.

"You need to calm down before you pass out."

Goku gazed down at her as she wheezed. She balled her hands into fists.

"You!...You!...Jerk!" she shrieked, when she was able to breath again.

Goku's lips twitched. "Nice one."

"No wonder you got a divorce! I would too being married to a guy like you!"

She saw him frown.

Someone cleared their throat.

They both looked toward the door.

Trista gasped.

"Breanna!?"