Abysmal
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Category:
Dragon Ball Z › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
6,459
Reviews:
26
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Part 3
*I know its short and overdue but it\'ll still serve its purpose though, right?*
Abysmal--Part 3
“Mom!”
I turn quickly around to see Gohan watching me with a slight apprehensive facial manifestation. “Huh?”
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Hm? What do you mean?”
“You look terrible!”
“Oh,” I believe I dryly reply while walking past him out of the bathroom. /Don’t I everyday?/
“I’m worried about you. Please rest,” He says behind me delicately.
“Okay I will. I promise,” I smile back to him getting a glimpse of his dismayed face as I enter the bedroom. He’s right. Maybe I should rest. Especially since it will temporarily free me from my life and duties that everyone seems to feel I should fulfill. I sigh conspicuously as I slowly lay my body down on the worn but comfortable mattress, feeling the aches in my back worsen to my movements. I kick my shoes off and roll myself onto my side. To my surprise I couldn’t keep my eyes open and eventually I gave in to fatigue….
~*~*~*~*
My eyes shoot open to the sound of our doorbell being triggered. I turn over with every intention of ignoring it, not caring about who it could be. I closed my eyes back and started to drift again until I heard it once more……and then again.
“Now who in the hell could this be?” I sit up slowly and stand up. I trudge down the hallway towards the door still half asleep as I open it. It was a man walking back to a very nice red car that I’m assuming he drove here. “I’m sorry can I help you?”
I watch him as he turns to me. “Oh hi Yamcha I didn’t know that was you! Come here come here,” I say waving my hand. My disgust for the man still not returning to me.
He chuckles as he walks toward me and I force a smile, “What brings you ‘round here?”
“Well I was in the area and I was thinking about Goku and how long its been since I had seen him last and I just thought I’d drop by. Sorry if I disturbed you,” he explains as I am lured in by his words.
“Not a problem but he isn’t here,”
“Oh….ok,”
“But your free to come in and see the boys,”
He smiles, “Sure,”
I smile too for the first time in a while without having to force myself to. There was something about him that enlivens my frame of mind but I can’t pin-point it. I turn as he follows me inside of my meek domicile.
“Gohan, Goten,” I call out to them, “Got company,”
I turn to Yamcha, “They should come in a moment,”
“Ok. No rush,”
“Well have a seat, don’t act as if you’ve never been inside of our home,”
He chuckles, “I’m fine really but if it’ll make you feel better I’ll sit,”
I went to the back where Gohan’s and Goten’s room was and peeked in and to my surprise they weren’t even in there. /Well if they aren’t in their room then their not in the house at all./
“Hmm…I don’t think they are here Yamcha. Do you have something else to do? Maybe you can wait for them, they shouldn’t be gone much longer,”
“You sure? I don’t want to impose,”
“Oh no not at all. Can I get you something?”
And from there I found some things out about Yamcha that I don’t even think Bulma knew, same as he.
We sat for hours laughing and talking about everything, from the old days to things on TV and for some imprecise reason, I felt open with him, like I could tell him anything and he’d just laugh with me about it, or pacify me, show me sides of a man that I know nothing of. A listener, a consoler, a pleaser…
“You want something else from the kitchen while I’m in there?” I ask him still chuckling at something he recently said while heading to the kitchen.
“No I’m fine,” He says with a laughing smile plastered onto his face.
As I walk into the room something out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. It was my homely attire being reflected off of the door to the stove. I couldn’t help but stare at the ignominious view, killing my jubilant new found nature and telling me how unattractive I am and how….old I am getting. I quickly tear my eyes away from the sight before I allowed my mind to obliterate my esteem even more than it already has. I pour myself another glass of water and went back to the living area. Back to Yamcha.
I sat back down next to him with my legs crossed and the glass to my lips, “How long has Goku been away?” He asks me catching me off guard…well not really.
“Um…all day I think,” I say not wanting to make any eye contact for whatever reason.
“Really?” He says more than asks.
“Yeah, he’s always gone its nothing new really. I’m used to it,”
I close my eyes as I feel his eyes watch me in silence. “…..Is there something wrong ChiChi?” He asks as he studies me.
“Um no not at all, why do you ask?”
“Your moods changed so quickly when I brought Goku up,”
“Oh…”
“If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were unhappy,”
I sigh at the very words of his statement not wanting to go through the emotions…not in front of him--no-- not at all. But the thoughts are adamant. /Gohan and Goten still aren’t here… I’ll be alone when he leaves…/ I hold back the urge that comes easier and easier as it becomes more and more mundane each day of my life. I feel Yamcha’s hand snake up my back and onto my shoulder.
“Uh…maybe I should go,” He says compassionately while getting up.
“No, please!”
He turns and looks at me, “I don’t think I can take another man walking out on me,” I say just above a whisper as a tear trickles down my cheek.
Chapter 4 coming soon!
Abysmal--Part 3
“Mom!”
I turn quickly around to see Gohan watching me with a slight apprehensive facial manifestation. “Huh?”
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Hm? What do you mean?”
“You look terrible!”
“Oh,” I believe I dryly reply while walking past him out of the bathroom. /Don’t I everyday?/
“I’m worried about you. Please rest,” He says behind me delicately.
“Okay I will. I promise,” I smile back to him getting a glimpse of his dismayed face as I enter the bedroom. He’s right. Maybe I should rest. Especially since it will temporarily free me from my life and duties that everyone seems to feel I should fulfill. I sigh conspicuously as I slowly lay my body down on the worn but comfortable mattress, feeling the aches in my back worsen to my movements. I kick my shoes off and roll myself onto my side. To my surprise I couldn’t keep my eyes open and eventually I gave in to fatigue….
~*~*~*~*
My eyes shoot open to the sound of our doorbell being triggered. I turn over with every intention of ignoring it, not caring about who it could be. I closed my eyes back and started to drift again until I heard it once more……and then again.
“Now who in the hell could this be?” I sit up slowly and stand up. I trudge down the hallway towards the door still half asleep as I open it. It was a man walking back to a very nice red car that I’m assuming he drove here. “I’m sorry can I help you?”
I watch him as he turns to me. “Oh hi Yamcha I didn’t know that was you! Come here come here,” I say waving my hand. My disgust for the man still not returning to me.
He chuckles as he walks toward me and I force a smile, “What brings you ‘round here?”
“Well I was in the area and I was thinking about Goku and how long its been since I had seen him last and I just thought I’d drop by. Sorry if I disturbed you,” he explains as I am lured in by his words.
“Not a problem but he isn’t here,”
“Oh….ok,”
“But your free to come in and see the boys,”
He smiles, “Sure,”
I smile too for the first time in a while without having to force myself to. There was something about him that enlivens my frame of mind but I can’t pin-point it. I turn as he follows me inside of my meek domicile.
“Gohan, Goten,” I call out to them, “Got company,”
I turn to Yamcha, “They should come in a moment,”
“Ok. No rush,”
“Well have a seat, don’t act as if you’ve never been inside of our home,”
He chuckles, “I’m fine really but if it’ll make you feel better I’ll sit,”
I went to the back where Gohan’s and Goten’s room was and peeked in and to my surprise they weren’t even in there. /Well if they aren’t in their room then their not in the house at all./
“Hmm…I don’t think they are here Yamcha. Do you have something else to do? Maybe you can wait for them, they shouldn’t be gone much longer,”
“You sure? I don’t want to impose,”
“Oh no not at all. Can I get you something?”
And from there I found some things out about Yamcha that I don’t even think Bulma knew, same as he.
We sat for hours laughing and talking about everything, from the old days to things on TV and for some imprecise reason, I felt open with him, like I could tell him anything and he’d just laugh with me about it, or pacify me, show me sides of a man that I know nothing of. A listener, a consoler, a pleaser…
“You want something else from the kitchen while I’m in there?” I ask him still chuckling at something he recently said while heading to the kitchen.
“No I’m fine,” He says with a laughing smile plastered onto his face.
As I walk into the room something out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. It was my homely attire being reflected off of the door to the stove. I couldn’t help but stare at the ignominious view, killing my jubilant new found nature and telling me how unattractive I am and how….old I am getting. I quickly tear my eyes away from the sight before I allowed my mind to obliterate my esteem even more than it already has. I pour myself another glass of water and went back to the living area. Back to Yamcha.
I sat back down next to him with my legs crossed and the glass to my lips, “How long has Goku been away?” He asks me catching me off guard…well not really.
“Um…all day I think,” I say not wanting to make any eye contact for whatever reason.
“Really?” He says more than asks.
“Yeah, he’s always gone its nothing new really. I’m used to it,”
I close my eyes as I feel his eyes watch me in silence. “…..Is there something wrong ChiChi?” He asks as he studies me.
“Um no not at all, why do you ask?”
“Your moods changed so quickly when I brought Goku up,”
“Oh…”
“If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were unhappy,”
I sigh at the very words of his statement not wanting to go through the emotions…not in front of him--no-- not at all. But the thoughts are adamant. /Gohan and Goten still aren’t here… I’ll be alone when he leaves…/ I hold back the urge that comes easier and easier as it becomes more and more mundane each day of my life. I feel Yamcha’s hand snake up my back and onto my shoulder.
“Uh…maybe I should go,” He says compassionately while getting up.
“No, please!”
He turns and looks at me, “I don’t think I can take another man walking out on me,” I say just above a whisper as a tear trickles down my cheek.
Chapter 4 coming soon!