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A/N: Sorry, there's a lot of exposition in this chapter. But I needed to cover a lot of information so I didn't confuse anyone. I could have slowly added the info in as time went on but...meh. It was faster this way. Plus a lot of it kind of sets the stage for the hows and whys of later. Forgive my laziness please.
Dragonball: Unforgotten
Chapter Twenty-six
You stared out at the city below. You had a hard time believe that it had already been eighteen years. Yet you were in too much pain not to believe it. Most days you just wanted to curl up on your new bed and never get up. At least that's how it was when you returned to Earth. It was easier as the weeks passed but not by much. You supposed it was easier since you didn't have to see his face...Goku was dead and from what you'd heard he wanted to stay dead.
Damn him.
You clenched your fist as you turned around, shutting the curtain to your studio apartment. Even in the middle of Satan City you couldn't stop thinking about him. But then who wouldn't be able to if they were in your situation?
After apparently seventeen years of being frozen, healed and stitched up...you'd woken up on that strange planet. The people who took care of you as you convalesce for a few weeks were the parents you'd known on Earth for years. Only they didn't have their nanite suits or whatever. So they looked and felt completely alien to you. They were, actually, aliens...but then again so were you. You'd gotten used to your regrown tail actually and all of the other little perks that came with having a fully functioning body. A saiyan body nonetheless. It was ridiculous how much stronger you had gotten just physically now that everything worked. Your ki wasn't too bad either; at least compared to how you were when you really were seventeen. It wasn't anywhere near the other existing saiyans by a long shot but you could probably stand up with the stronger (not strongest) humans on the planet.
Not that you were going to. That would only attract negative attention. You weren't ready for that. So you'd used the techniques that your Yardratian parents had taught you before you'd begun to learn how to actually do much of anything else. You kept your energy down super low, kept your senses open for anything stronger, and teleported about instead of flying. Teleportation was really cool. It, and the fact that you were healthy again, were just about the only good parts of the last eighteen years.
Compared to Goku, though, your life had barely changed. You'd gone back to find him, actually, the moment you could get off of Yardrats. No amount of yelling and screaming from your 'parents' could have stopped you. The first place you looked was his house in the mountains. And guess what you found there? ...another house with another woman inside of it, and a teenager who was so strong that you'd felt him miles away. Literally miles and from what you understood he was suppressing his power. That teenager hadn't been Goku of course, though you'd thought it had been before you saw him. His energy had been similar to Goku's and after knowing that you had been gone for 17 and 3/4ths of a year...well, you thought maybe it had been him. It definitely hadn't been him. You'd realized that when you knocked on the door and he answered it.
Gohan.
The woman in the house called him Gohan.
And from around the legs of the woman, there'd been a little boy that looked exactly like what you imagined a child Goku would have looked like.
You remembered crying angry tears of absolute fury as you stormed away. It no doubt hadn't left the best impression on the family but your indignation couldn't give a damn. He'd cheated; and the more you learned the worse it got. At that point you'd gone to the lookout to see if Kami knew where Goku was so you could kill him. Or at the very least yell at him. Maybe punch him in the face and break his nose for good measure. Or kick him in the balls; that one felt the most poetic until you found out what really happened when you got to the lookout. Not only did you find out that Kami was gone at that point, but so was Goku. And that had from another green thing. This one called himself Dende. Mr. Popo had to fill you in on what had really happened.
When you found out that Goku couldn't remember you, you broke. You'd gone silent and unresponsive as you contemplated exactly what that all meant. And you found out that your "parents" had known about that all along. So you know what? Damn them too. Damn them all.
You'd spent a few months trying to figure out how to actually function with all of the pain and anger inside of you without doing something rash. First step was you had to actually get a new identity. You passed yourself off as your own daughter. Which was oddly freaky. It had taken a lot of work but apparently money handled a lot of problems. And the only reason you had money to do that with was when you found out everything that happened with Goku, and how Kami had given him your things to hold onto, you'd gone back to get them. It was tricky with Gohan there but you'd managed; you could be pretty sneaky given the fact that you could suppress your power to almost nothing and teleport around. You might not be good at much else, but that you could do. Once you'd gotten a safe distance away, you'd gotten the nearly 40 thousand Zenni that had been left in the capsule house that you'd shared with Goku for all those weeks. He was dead; he didn't need the money but you did.
After that you hadn't been able to bring yourself to use that house. You'd gotten a small studio apartment in one of the largest cities instead. And knowing that eventually the money would run out, and that your new identification would need credentials, you re-enrolled yourself back into High School. You went for Sophmore year as you were legally supposed to be 16 now (thank god for Saiyan Genetics and your "parents" keeping your aging at a minimum as they healed you up). You were probably, biologically, closer to being like 20 given how long your body had been frozen in time, but still...you weren't sure if you'd be prepared to start back in Senior year. You felt far too behind to do something like that. They could just think that you were a very mature sixteen year old. You really didn't give a damn about that; what you cared more about was that this High School was well thought of, and it accepted you.
And the most messed up thing about the whole situation? ...the name you put on the new identification and application. You were supposed to be your own daughter; that was the easiest part to explain if anyone ever saw you and recognized you. However, in a spur of the moment decision you had given yourself a different last name. You'd given yourself the last name of Son. It wasn't until after that the weight of that really sunk in. At which point you kind of cursed Goku out again. Your last name was supposed to be Son now, you supposed, but for a whole different reason. But what was done was done and you'd learn to live with it. Besides he was kind of the reason you existed. Somehow the whole situation seemed fitting.
You closed and locked the door up behind you on your way out of the apartment. Time to go to High School. Before you'd even gotten there you wanted to shoot yourself in the foot for thinking that it was a good idea. The only upside was that they really didn't have a uniform. Just the normal rules to limit provocative clothes. The only thing they had close to a uniform was the fact that they made all the students were a badge with the school's logo on it. Other than that you were free to wear what you wanted and you, particularly, chose clothes that it would make it easy to hide your tail in. You'd grown rather attached to that thing and besides that, even if you wanted to have it cut off, you weren't sure that you could handle the pain. It hurt so damned much whenever someone even grabbed it. You couldn't imagine what would happen if someone went to cut it off.
You know what the kicker was about that badge though? It was a one star...an orange one star. Just like the ball that had gotten you and Goku into the sport's festival mess. You had wondered, vaguely, if it wasn't for the dragonball being in that poster if your life would have turned out the way it did. Yours and Goku's relationship, after all, had shifted when he'd gotten jealous. And that had only been because you'd gotten drunk and started making out with the hott sport's guy. Without that alteration you might have actually had enough time to collect the dragonballs and wish yourself healthy. You could have possibly lived long with Goku on Earth...damned one star.
Though it was probably the only reason that you and Goku had gotten married at the same time. So, you know, it was a toss up.
As you made your way to school a shiver raced down your spine, all the way through your tail. Someone was coming; someone powerful. You stopped in the middle of the street and focused. Saiyan. Gohan obviously. Well damn. You wondered what he was going in the city only for about five minutes until you realized that he was heading towards the school as well. Irony was a bitch. Still you tried not to worry too much and continued on your way to school.
At this point, a few months after being back on Earth, you weren't so sure that hiding was the best best. So maybe if you actually met the boy who was at the heart of one of your greatest pains, things would be better. Or they could get so much worse. You weren't sure. There was a devilish part of you inside that really wanted to poke that bear and see what happened. After traveling the world looking for dragonballs and then living on an alien planet for a while, somehow staying invisible in one town just wasn't as appealing. You knew you had to stick it out, though, simply because if you wanted a future in on the planet you loved so dearly you would need to have a formal education.
You just didn't have to like it.
Either way you'd gotten to the school and took your seat in the far back. It felt safer that way with your back to the wall. The students were more likely to leave you alone then. You'd suffered enough of their jeering and staring your tail. You didn't need them always trying to fuck with it. Shortly after you'd gotten to class and sat down another boy came in. It didn't surprise you to see who it was. Again...you'd been able to feel him from literally miles away. But there was something about seeing him in person that felt different.
You had to hand it up to Goku...he made some pretty hott babies.
You weren't sure if that was creepy considering the fact that you were technically old enough to be his mother...or not so bad seeing as you'd only lived through 18 years according to your memories and how you identified your own age.
"Gohan here made perfect scores on his entry exams. English, Math, chemistry...everyone here can learn from his example."
And he was a genius. Go figure.
"Example this," Another kid called out. Because that was such a brilliant response.
"Silence kids! You're an embarrassment to Public School," the old man snapped before turning to the saiyan teenager. "Well Gohan, you may sit wherever you'd like to sit."
"U-hoo, new boy. Here's one."
No...noooo...Damn it Erasa.
She'd invited Gohan over so that he was practically right in front of you. Suddenly all those nerves that you shoved down earlier between deciding how you wanted to play this up reared their ugly head. You bit on your lip and your finger in tow. Thankfully he didn't seem to notice you as he thanked Erasa.
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