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Dragonball: Unforgotten
Chapter one hundred

Gohan held your hair in silence as you purged the contents of your stomach. Every time there was a pause, he’d even flush it away to be incinerated. While you were still internally angry over what he said and felt guilty over what you’d said, you were also grateful that he was helping. Which in turn made you feel even worse. Gohan was a great person - better than you probably deserved to be around. His trust issues in you and inability to see his mother’s faults were probably the only thing wrong with him really. Meanwhile you had a fault for every scar on your body and there were quite a lot of those. The only issue was that you didn’t know how to do a relationship without trust.

Nor did you have an understanding of how to make the feuding father and son stop feuding. You didn’t even really have the brainpower to think of how to do that as the waves of nausea continued to empty the vaults in your body. Even when you had finished purging, you couldn’t entirely think straight. Tears clouded your vision as you stumbled to wash out your mouth.

“Are you alright?”

“I don’t know,” you answered truthfully, nearly choking on the words.

“Did you eat something that spoiled?”

“I don’t know.”

“Was it the baby?”

“I don’t know,” you answered again but this time with a little heat behind the tone. “I don’t know why I puked Gohan. I don’t know if it was the baby, if it was the food, or if I’m getting sick. I don’t know what signs to look for in any of those cases. I grew up thinking I was human remember? This...is still foreign to me.”

When you’d said that last line you’d motioned down to your body almost frantically. Even your tail swayed behind you with an excited, nervous rhythm before settling back down.

“Especially now that I’m pregnant. I don’t know what to really do about the differences or if there are more differences than I know about. There’s no one I can watch to learn from. No one I can ask. I’m making it up as I go. Just like I do with everything else. So I don’t know.”

Gohan nodded as he tried his best not to say anything. You looked so scared and frustrated as you stood before him. It was a mollifying sight after the argument that had just happened. Most days it was easy to forget how much you had gone through in such a sort time; how young you really were. You were just like him in that respect. Even down to being responsible for another life - though he admitted that his responsibility for Goten wasn’t on the same level as your growing, unborn child.

“Did you ever get sick after arguing with dad?” Gohan asked in a quiet, uncomfortably voice.

Slowly you shook your head. “We never argued back then though we argue a bit now. We weren’t exactly together that long either. I’ve known you longer than I knew him. But I guess technically your father almost killed me.”

“He what?”

You put your hand over your lower stomach. There was a soft spot there now. A slight bump. More like a lump really.

“I was already dying but getting pregnant sped up the process,” you told him honestly. “Among other things. So in a way yeah, he was responsible for what would have been my early death if not for my mom. Adopted mom.”

“Is that why you love him? Because you never fought?”

It was odd how he was suddenly okay with talking about Goku. A few minutes ago he’d been ready to rip his father apart. Now he wanted to know why you loved him? It was a dizzying switch around.

“Maybe? It was just...nice,” you said with a bit of a frown. “But we didn’t really deal with any big issues other than looking for the dragonballs and me sorta dying. We didn’t really talk about serious life issues. And both our pasts were less complicated than they are now. Neither of us even knew about being saiyans. It was just simpler then.”

Gohan nodded with a deep frown. You could see that he had a lot of emotions but it was hard to figure out where he was going.

“Do you want to be with him again?”

You looked at him very seriously as he asked that question. “I won’t do that. Goku and your mother are married. I refuse to be a mistress any more than I already am. I refuse to break up yours and Goten’s home.”

“But you don’t want to be with me.”

“I do. I love you. But I refuse to be in a relationship where half the time we’re arguing. Yeah some arguments are good to have now and then but damn it, we’ve barely even scratched the surface as far as relationships go and we are already fighting. I don’t want to do that. It’s exhausting trying to balance your jealousy with Goku’s to try to keep the peace. When the baby finally comes I’m not going to have the time or energy to do that anymore,” you let out a deep breath, unable to meet his eyes now. “So maybe we should just stop before it gets even harder. You don’t deserve to have to deal with all my issues. I don’t know if saiyan pregnancies are like human ones but if they are, you definitely don’t deserve whatever comes next. I don’t know how emotional I’ll get or how much work I’ll be to be around. None of my issues are your problem and I don’t want to make them yours either.”

“But I want them to be,” Gohan admitted as his shoulders slumped a little, arms spread out. “I want to help you. You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met. Every time I think about what it could be like in the future, I smile. I want you, I want to help you raise the kid. Our kid.”

“But if we’re always fighting over your mom and Goku is that really healthy?”

Gohan shrugged slight as he stepped in close. “Maybe it is for us? I’ve never seen my mom and dad really argue. He just usually accepts whatever she said before going off to train. But Vegeta and Bulma argue over a lot of things; he doesn’t leave her though. I think Vegeta actually loves Bulma more than my dad loves my mom. So maybe arguing is how a relationship works. Or at least maybe that’s how it works for us...maybe it’s a hardwired thing; aggression and passion. All I know is that I hate that we argue but that doesn’t change me wanting to stay with you.”

“Even if...if that’s a thing...I’ve got nothing to really offer you in the long run. Nothing but struggle. I can’t get a job now. I can’t marry you like you want. I can’t even promise you complete loyalty because that has to go to my daughter first. And I can’t just forget about Goku. I can’t even give you my full attention because of all of that. That’s not even counting the situation with Broly and who knows what else at this point. Gohan, I’m like the worst person to be with.”

“I don’t care. We will work all of that out together,” Gohan said firmly. “You just have to promise me you’ll try.”

“I can try until I’m blue in the face but there’s no guarantee it’ll work out.”

Gohan looked at you seriously. He closed the last few inches between you and he and brought your gaze up with his hand under your chin.

“Let’s just try our best okay? I’ll do what I can to stop getting so angry over the others and making you worry. And you’ll do your best with everything else.”

“I can try. But that’s still not counting for whatever Goku does.”

“Leave that to me. I have an idea about that.”

“Gohan…” you said slowly, a warning tone slipping in.

He withdrew his hand and held the both of them up in a “don’t shoot” sort of way. “I promise, I won’t do anything to your memories or anything like that.”

“...or his.”

“Or my dad’s,” Gohan agreed.

You nodded slowly.

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It hadn’t taken very long for the dragonballs to be collected. The Namekians there remembered Gohan and what he had done for them. They trusted he would only use the wishes for good even if he didn’t tell anyone what he was going to wish for.

Gohan had a moment of amusement, however, when both you and Trunks gaped at the balls. They were larger than bowling balls. Compared to the baseball sized ones at home these were almost so large they were unwieldy. Though he had a moment of pride when he realized that he could carry two of them at a time instead of the single one he’d been able to do as a kid. It was an obvious thing really considering that he’d gotten larger and had longer arms now. But the way that you’d looked at him when he’d effortlessly moved and handled the large balls made him want to puff out his chest. Which, considering that Trunks and Broly carried them under their arms after they’d gotten more, would have made him look extremely foolish. So he resisted that urge.

Gohan instead kept his mind busy with the wishes they were soon to make. He knew that they would probably need the last village elder to translate for them. So he only hoped that everything went well with the wishes he planned to have made on their behalf.

He didn’t have too long to think about it. After everything, the village elders had been only too happy to point him in the direction of the next village. Each one was small - their population hadn’t had time to recover since Frieza even though they were Asexual. The only real thing that slowed them down was the fact that the Namekians kept casting doubtful looks at his traveling companions. Though even Gohan could see that they looked at you with more curiosity. The only females they had seen while on Earth had been Bulma and her mother. So there was probably a lot about you that they were curious about. It had just been his brisk manner that kept everyone from asking too many questions about his comrades.

Gohan spoke in hushed tones to the last elder, the one that took over after Guru passed away, as to what he wanted wished for. You stayed back and did your very best to not squirm and try to but in. About eighty percent of you really wanted to. The other twenty percent kept you in place, screaming and urging you to trust Gohan. And so you were a ball of nerves as the dragon was summoned. You heard the word Parunga being said first. Maybe that was how it was summoned; a title or a name, either seemed fitting.

The dragon that was summoned felt like it could use Earth’s dragon as a scarf. The thing was so huge!

As the namekian spoke out your tail snapped out behind you nervously. You tried to calm down but it was so hard. You kept running through the thoughts of what it was that Gohan could have decided was worth wishing for. And you were praying that your faith in him wouldn’t cause any other trouble.

“So what’d you wish for?” Trunks was the first one to break through the tension that had built up.

“Well there were three wishes,” Gohan explained. “I started with wishing that Bella didn’t have any criminal record or charges against her on Earth.”

Your heart fluttered at that. After all of the insane amounts of stress you’d been having worried about the law, you hadn’t even considered wishing it away. It seemed like such a small thing to use a wish on. But that small thing had such a large impact on your life that you weren’t sure how you’d not thought of that solution.

“And then I wished that no one with saiyan genetics could physically fight each other over you,” Gohan said pointed as he looked to you.

“Gohan…” you breathed out as your eyes widened when you realized that both of the wishes so far had been meant solely for you.

“That’s a stupid wish,” Trunks scuffed.

Broly stayed quiet. Apparently he didn’t care enough about verbal retaliation. Considering that he started to look very displeased however...well that made you nervous. If Gohan’s wish was done the way he said that wouldn’t stop Broly from going after Gohan because the half saiyan was pissed off at the wish. It would only somehow work if it was over you. How would that even work anyways? Was it in perpetuity or just a one time thing? How would the wish play out? Who was going to judge what the mo—

You jerked into a rather defensive headbutt when you felt yourself being pulled back. Your head made contact with someone’s neck. Not exactly the most damaging of blows given the difference in height between you and your attacker. So your next blow was with your elbow before you even realized what you were truly dealing with.

That one did make far more contact. And the receiver yelped: “Hey! Stop! That hurts!”

Are you should have been expecting it but you still breathed out in surprise, “Goku?”

Goku laughed as his arms readigested themselves so that he could actually hug you from behind.

“Yep. I’m back!”
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