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Wishes of the Fallen	By : SaiyanGirl Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4331 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Title: Wishes of the Fallen
Author: SaiyanGirl (SaiyanGirl@Gmail.com)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Goku/Vegeta, Vegeta/Goku, implied Goku/Chichi, implied Gohan/Videl, others are a surprise! ^_~.

Warning: Language, Violence, a tiny bit OOC, Death, Angst, Yaoi, Graphic Lemon

Disclaimer: All copyrighted characters appearing in this story were created by Akira Toriyama, and appear without expressed permission. Any original characters appearing are the intellectual property of the author, SaiyanGirl.
Special Thanks: A HUGE Thank You goes to Katiefoolery for beta'ing this fic. She is absolutely amazing! Without her, this story would never have been worthy of posting!

Soundtrack for Chapter Four:

     The Perishers - Pills (Live from Saint John, 2006)

     Bruce Rowland - Jessica's Theme (Breaking in the Colt) - The Man From Snowy River Official Soundtrack, 2007)

     Nightwish - Beauty of the Beast (Century Child, 2002)

     30 Seconds To Mars - The Kill (A Beautiful Lie, 2005)

All soundtrack selections are available on iTunes.

Please Note: For all Soundtrack Disclaimer information, please see The Prologue

Chapter Four - Storm

     As Goku strode between the trees of the forest, he did his best to ignore the worry eating away at his conscience. Off in the distance, he could see the sunlight fighting its way through the dense greenery, calling out to him - attempting to light his path home.
     A soft breeze washed over him, the warm air cooling his glistening body as he continued home. He loved the feeling of being outdoors when it was warm - IT'ing would only deprive him of the joy he found in everything around him. Dawn was such a special time to him; the sun beginning to warm the ground, energizing the air as the light brought colours to life - Goku would lose himself in it all if he could. Like a free spirit: letting the energy of the forest flow within him, filling him with power and contentment. These energies were the source of his power - the power to defend. All the battles of his past had been bought for love, for family, for friends - but also for the serenity his home brought him.
     Feeling his body begin to cool down from his morning workout, his mind began releasing the focus his techniques demanded. The walk home gave him a chance to let his senses run wild, free from the worries of reality. As he passed between the ancient trunks, his mind wanderd where it pleased, though it often came to rest upon thoughts of his friends and family. Their love and friendship blessed him with the will to protect against any intruder, but it was his love for his wife which granted him the ability to overcome any evil. He'd known from a young age that his immense power sourced itself within his own emotions - if anything, he was proud of it. While many of his enemies had relied on anger and hatred, he had always prevailed with joy - with love.

     He would do anything to protect them all - even if it meant becoming as violent as his enemies...

     Goku sighed as thoughts of his morning guided his mind back to reality. Could that have been what Vegeta was talking about? He said he'd seen him perform attacks which he hadn't seen before - and that they were more Saiyan than his normal techniques. But how could that be possible? He'd never lived on Vegeta-sei...

     For the thousandth time, a familiar pair of thoughts ran through his head - his failure to understand why they had sent him away and his disbelief that they would discard one of their own so easily. When he'd landed on Earth, he ceased being a Saiyan and became Human - only to be re-awakened to his true nature by the arrival of his own brother. But that didn't explain a damn thing - he had learned all he knew from Humans. Where could he have learned techniques used by Saiyans?

     He had studied and fought against Saiyans before, but never had he attempted to mimic their fighting styles. There hadn't been anything he wanted to imitate in the first place! They had all been driven by something other than their own spirits - why would he want to fight for an objective, rather than his own resolve? It only clouded their judgment and held them back. His brother had been stoic in his composure, reluctant to move at all - almost as if he were too cocky for his own good. Nappa had been powerful, but very slow and cumbersome in his strikes - he relied too much on his body size. The same could be said for Turles, had he not been supercharged by that damned fruit. But he was sleek in his movement - almost similar to Goku's own style. And as for Broli, hell, even he had been somewhat cumbersome in his techniques, but the raw power behind his rage easily overcame any shortcomings in his fighting style. It was amazing to watch, really - a being of such size and power; Goku would never admit it to anyone, but he had been in awe throughout the entire fight.
     And then there was Vegeta...
     Goku felt his heart skip at the thought of the Saiyan prince. Vegeta was everything a Saiyan should be, and more. His techniques were nearly flawless, constantly shifting from one style to another, never giving his opponents an opportunity to strike. He moved with lightning speed and struck with unparalleled precision - the way he could flex and bend his body always left Goku speechless. His strong will and outright scorn in the face of defeat could easily be dismissed as blind ignorance by anyone who didn't know him - but those were the traits Goku admired the most. He wished he could be as defiant in the face of defeat as Vegeta. He knew Vegeta looked upon him with disgust for his defeat at the hands of that gods-damned android and it shamed him greatly. Never again would he allow such a defeat - especially for such a wasteful purpose - for as long as he lived.
     A smirk crept onto Goku's face as he remembered his very first encounter with Vegeta. It had been one of the greatest moments of his life - to come face to face with the best his race had to offer. He'd been so fucking smug, so damned sure of his superiority - it made him so compelling! Vegeta's attitude towards battle encouraged Goku - no, empowered him - to become more than he had ever imagined; not just for himself, but for the respect he had for Vegeta and for the Saiyan heritage the prince had awakened within him. One day he would thank the elder Saiyan for what he'd done - but right now, he had more pressing matters to deal with.
     Goku's smirk faded as he attempted to come to terms with what had happened not half an hour ago. Out of everything, it was the stance which left him with more questions than anything else. He couldn't figure out where he could have possibly learned such a pose, or more confusing still, why he had been holding it.

     But when he'd seen Vegeta hold himself in the same pose... He still couldn't put a name to the feeling that had overcome him - it was unlike anything he'd ever felt. It was as if there had been some force of attraction pulling his soul into the grasp of the glorious warrior Saiyan who stood like a statue before him. When he'd seen the hurt in Vegeta's face, all he'd wanted to do was to ease it away, no matter what it took. And so he'd wrapped his arms around the shorter Saiyan and held him close, all because he'd somehow known that was what the prince had needed. They had never been so close outside of a fight, and yet, to him, everything about it just felt...right. And instead of throwing him off, Vegeta had leaned closer against him, as if he wanted to be held...
     But why? Why had Vegeta reacted that way? Was this all just a dream?
     Goku pinched himself as he continued to walk towards the towering light in the east - he was awake alright. The dull ache in his wrist subsided as he chuckled at himself. He wasn't far from his house now - within minutes he would smell the sweet aromas of Chichi's cooking while gazing over her beauty, remembering how lucky he was to have her.
     He had been so focused within his own thoughts, he barely registered where he was before stepping head first into blinding light. Raising a thick arm to shade his eyes from the onslaught, he gazed off into the distance, peering towards the kitchen windows before making his way across the yard.
     Gazing over the shrubs and potted plants under the kitchen windows, Goku remembered the first time he had seen his new home. A few days after they'd finally eradicated that pink nightmare, Chichi had brought him home with her. He had walked up to the house with Goten sitting on his shoulders, staring at a house he didn't recognize. Chichi had Bulma do some remodeling shortly after Goten was born - which quickly turned into an excuse for Chichi to design her dream-house.

     They had four bedrooms now - two of them mostly vacant. Gohan had moved out a few years ago to live in the Western Capital with Videl, and the other was largely a guest room for when Trunks stayed the night. But even he had stopped coming over lately, which left Goku puzzled since Trunks and Goten were best friends.

     The rest of the house consisted of a meticulously furnished, wide open living room with a ceiling that extended to the roof of the two-storey house - perfect for flying around in - and a kitchen that Chichi couldn't stop boasting about. He could still hear her voice in his head as she took him through for the first time, running her hand over the large island-countertop opposite the stove and talking excitedly about the design.

     Sure, having a large home was very impressive, but he couldn't see why they needed all the extra space. But it made Chichi happy, and that's what mattered.
     Reaching for the sliding-glass door, he slid the door open and gracefully stepped into his home. The warming aromas of Chichi's cooking greeted his anticipating senses as he closed the glass door behind him. Goku smiled as he gazed over to the large stove, instantly seeing how busy she'd been. The light sizzling and crackling filled his ears as he padded over to the stove, eager to see what was for breakfast. To his delight, he found bacon, roast potatoes and scrambled eggs simmering on the stove, a large stack of pancakes sitting off to one side.

     Goku eagerly licked his lips as he inhaled deeply, the smell of his breakfast making his mouth water and his stomach grumble impatiently. Glancing around the kitchen to see if the coast was clear, he greedily snatched a sizzling piece of bacon from the frying pan and slipped it between his parted lips.
     A small moan escaped his throat as his taste buds were lit alive with flavor, his wife's cooking never ceasing to amaze him. He chewed the piece of meat slowly, savoring the taste as long as he could before swallowing with great reluctance. Not wanting to wait another second, he moved to grab another piece, sharply pulling his hand back when he heard the bathroom door opening.
     Goku turned away from the stove and made his way around the large island counter-top, listening as the muffled squeak of the water tap was silenced. Placing his hands at his sides, he braced his weight against the counter, leaning against it as he faced the entryway. He smiled, his tail swaying lightly behind him as he heard footsteps making their way down the hall.
     Chichi wandered into the kitchen, turning to see her husband leaning over the counter, greeting her with a warm smile.
     "Good morning, Chichi!" His voice was light and warming - the sort of tone that always brought a smile to her face. She did her best to summon that smile while padding over to greet him, her pounding head making it difficult to show any emotion at all. When her sight came back into focus, she tried to return his gaze, hesitating slightly in her effort.

     'Typical. No shirt again...'
     The sunlight highlighted the sweat beading along his tanned skin as she reached a hand up to brush aside the hair that drooped slightly over his eyes. Her smile grew as she took in the sight of her magnificent Saiyan husband, her gaze traveling all over his glistening body.
     "Mornin', hun," she murmured, her footsteps stopping short of the larger feet before her. She mewed quietly as the heat of his body radiated over her, warming the skin hidden by her purple housecoat. Tilting her head up to meet his gaze, she placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned in to kiss him. "Where did you run off to this morning?" Chichi asked, releasing his lips. She took a slow step back, having suddenly caught the scent of her sweaty husband.
     Goku's smile faded as he watched her nose crinkle. "I was out getting some exercise in the forest," he replied.

     Chichi's eyes slowly traced over his dampened chest, taking note of his protruding nipples. He looked absolutely irresistible, but he smelled terrible. Normally, she could just shrug it off like she did in bed - hell, it was actually something to be desired when they made love, but right now... It just seemed so damned repulsive. She could tell he wanted to kiss her again - but she wasn't sure she could handle it.

     "And when did that happen?" she asked, gesturing at the moisture covering his body.
     "Oh, this?" Goku looked down over his sweaty chest. "Probably an hour ago. It's pretty warm outside," he chuckled, lifting his right arm to slick his hair back, ridding it from his sight. Chichi groaned as a wave of his thick scent escaped from under his arm, making her nose twitch in disapproval. She took another step back as he quickly dropped his arm to his side, his smile melting into an apologetic stare. "I'm sorry, Chichi, I forgot. I'll go clean up a bit."
     "Don't worry about it, dear; it's not that bad," she lied. Goku reeked. His scent was much more potent than usual - it was thick and heavy, as though he'd been training for days on end without as much as a shower. He must have been training extra hard this morning... Why else would his smell be so strong?

     She froze as the thought struck her.

     'What if it isn't stronger than normal?'

     What if she was just imagining it? She was already hyper-sensitive to light, her ears wouldn't stop ringing... Maybe her sense of smell was being affected too?

     'Gods, am I losing my mind?'
     With everything else that had happened that morning, she didn't know what to believe...

     Chichi sighed as she moved to tend to the breakfast sizzling on the stove, her feet lightly shuffling across the warmed tiles. Grabbing a small container of red spices from the rack next to the stove, she held it over the golden potatoes, being careful to only sprinkle a tiny bit. As she tilted the container, her hand began to twitch. She grabbed onto her wrist with her left hand, gasping as she tried desperately to stop the shaking. The trembles only became more violent, scattering the spice unevenly upon the potatoes. Her breathing slowed as she began to regain control of her hand, the container gradually coming to a standstill. The stove began to bend and swirl in her sight as her eyes lost focus - the dizzy-spell attacking without so much as a whisper. Placing the spices on the counter next to her, she glared down at the red-coated potatoes until her sight returned - they were ruined.
     "Fuck!"

     Goku jumped as he heard her swear, snapping his attention to her slumped figure. She hardly swore at all - he'd only heard it when she was really upset. His heart leapt into his throat as worry dragged its icy claws up his spine, causing him to forget everything but his concern for his Chichi.
     "Chichi? Are you alright? Did you burn yourself?" Goku's voice was filled with alarm as he rushed to her side. Forgetting to keep his sweaty body separate from her housecoat, he placed his warm hands on her shoulders and leaned over her to see what the matter was. Seeing only the coated potatoes, he breathed a sigh of relief. "Don't worry, hun, they're just potatoes. Nothing to get upset over." His voice was soft and loving as he whispered into her ear, doing his best to console her.
     She said nothing; a slight shake of her head was all he received.

     "Did you burn yourself, dear?" Goku asked as he leaned against her, his chin lying on her shoulder as he gazed down at her hands. Feeling her lean against him, Goku quickly wrapped his thick arms around her, clasping her hands in his own. She loved being hugged - hopefully it would coax her into talking again.
     Chichi needed this - she needed to be held right now. The embrace that had been missing when she'd awoken had left her feeling empty - she needed that void to be filled. Sighing as she felt the warmth of his body surround her, she closed her eyes and nuzzled her head against his.
     All morning, it had been one thing after another, and it all started when she had gotten up. The sensitivity to light, the dizziness and the tremors in her hands - she felt as though her body was breaking down...
     She knew it was - it was getting worse with every passing day. Her body was failing all around her and she couldn't stop it; she couldn't even if she wanted to. Shouldn't she be terrified? Shouldn't she be screaming in fear and trying to stop whatever was going wrong? She knew terror, but she couldn't feel it... Love, compassion, concern, worry, fear... she couldn't feel any of them. Her emotions were failing around her just as her senses were. She couldn't feel anything at all - anything except anger.
     She was angry; angry at herself, angry at anything or anyone which may have caused all this to happen to her. Frustration had long passed - this was ridiculous. How could a person stop feeling? Just suddenly wake up one morning, exhausted, un-energized, and unable to feel? What could possibly cause such nonsense? And more importantly, why did it have to happen to her? Hadn't she been through enough in her life?
     A warm squeeze from muscled arms rescued her from her trip of self-destruction, her strong Saiyan still gripping her in a warm bear hug. Her nose was assaulted by his thick scent again, blocking out all other thoughts as she quickly realized he was sweating all over her.
     "Mnh... Goku... please," she complained, feeling the unpleasantly cold and sticky sensation of her husband's sweat trickle along her neck.

     Goku blinked as the realization hit him, and reluctantly released her, stepping back to give her some space.
     She could feel the damp in her housecoat as she turned to face him - he hadn't sweated through it, but it was enough for her to notice. And with this kind of material, the smell would take days to get out - a task she didn't look forward to. Thankfully, the enticing aromas of her cooking were enough to overpower the less than desired smell of sweaty Saiyan on her clothes. Sighing, she glared over the floor as she went to grab some plates from a nearby cupboard.
     Seeing her expression droop, Goku's worry returned, focusing upon his wife. Normally, she would be playfully angry at him for getting her clothes dirty - something wasn't right about the way she was reacting this morning.
     "Are you alright, Chichi?" Chichi remained silent as she turned to place the plates upon the counter, her eyes still cast downward. "You're not upset over the potatoes are you? It's nothing to worry about! You know me - I'll eat anything you make...even if it is a bit spicy!" Goku did his best to make light of the situation, hoping it would calm her down enough to talk to him.
     "It's not that..." Chichi spoke softly as her back was turned, not wanting to face him out of fear for what might happen while she was like this.

     However, Goku had other ideas, quickly rounding the counter to stand before her, leaning down until their noses practically touched. "Then what is it, love? What's bothering you?" His worry-stricken voice was barely louder than a whisper, his eyes fixed upon her drawn eyelids, hoping his voice would entice her to look at him.

     Lifting her gaze from the plates on the counter, Chichi managed to fix her sight upon her husband's neck, unable to look him in the eyes. He would be able to see right through her - he would know what she was hiding. "It's just... gods, first Goten and now this!" She almost shouted her words as she pushed herself away from the counter, the outburst causing Goku to stir backwards in surprise. She'd quickly searched for the first thing that might distract him away from what was really bothering her - their teenage son being the perfect topic.
     "Goten? What do you mean? What happened?" The mention of his youngest son's name immediately caught his attention. Goten was now a teenager - the age where the human part of him began to display its more primal attitude. He could remember when Gohan had hit that age - his attitude and ego had risen to new heights. Mixed with his Saiyan blood, the result would have given some full-blooded Saiyans a run for their money. If it weren't for their stay in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, he was sure that attitude would have corrupted Gohan's spirit and greatly held back his potential. But now with Goten, Goku didn't know what to expect.
     "Ugh," Chichi snorted as she rolled her eyes, obviously not impressed with whatever it was that had happened. "The school called again. Your son had the bright idea of mouthing off at his math teacher rather than hand in an assignment yesterday." Her voice was ripe with sarcasm, buying her the time she needed to regain her composure.
     "What? Again?" Goku's expression quickly flattened into a disappointed gawk as he heard the news.
     "This is the third time this month, Goku!" Her concern for her son empowered her voice to regain some of the fiery passion she was famous for.

     Meanwhile, Goku had furrowed his brow into a concerned glare. "Gods, what's gotten into him...?"
     "I'll tell you where it's coming from - it's coming from Vegeta."
     Goku's head reared up as he heard the elder Saiyan's name ringing in his ears. He fixed widened eyes on his scowling wife, wondering how Vegeta could have anything to do with his son. "Ve... Vegeta?" Goku could barely form the name from his tongue, his mind fixated upon an image of the prince. "What does he have to do with Goten?"
     Chichi nearly scoffed upon hearing her husband's remark, her eyes randomly darting to the food-processor Bulma had given her as a housewarming gift - finding any excuse to stop him from seeing into her. "Are you joking? Goten's been hanging around him more and more lately! It seems like every day he's out somewhere with him, fighting with him, or learning some new way to hurt people. Vegeta's attitude must be rubbing off on him, because I can't think of anywhere else he would pick it up."
     Goku had to admit, Goten was at the impressionable age - and who better to take after than the prince of all Saiyans? Chichi couldn't possibly understand what that meant - how could she? She wasn't Saiya-jin. Trying to explain it to her could take hours - and she needed to be in a better mood than she was right now.
     "Goten's probably just training with him, that's all," Goku said, doing his best to try to calm her down. The resulting expression on her face quickly advised him of his failure.
     "Just training with him?" Her voice rose significantly as she snapped her head to glare out the kitchen windows. "Training for what? How to be a stuck-up Saiyan who takes pride in creating violence?"
     "Huh?" Goku's eyes widened even more, taken aback by what he heard. "What... what do you mean?"
     "Why can't he train with you? With his father? Why must he be out there hanging around that bad influence!?" Chichi's voice was nearly shrill, jerking an arm to point out the window as she snapped to face her alarmed husband.
     She was angry - and Goku couldn't tell why. She had never spoken so poorly of Vegeta as long as he could remember. It wasn't as if she was always bursting with comments and praise, but she was never this hard on him. He was the only other full-blooded Saiyan on the Earth, and that made the prince almost a part of their family as far as Goku was concerned. Sure, Vegeta had tried to kill him a few times, but Chichi understood their relationship - at least, so he thought. But now, as she stood glaring upon him, her brows furrowed deeply between her eyes, he knew something was really bothering her.
     "Chichi...? What's wrong?"
     "What do you mean, 'what's wrong?' I told you what's wrong! Goten's getting his bad nature from your friend!" She could feel her hands beginning to tremble again - there was no way she'd let him see weakness now. Quickly folding her arms, she tried her best to look as if she were emphasizing her point.
     Goku could tell she was hiding something - he had seen it in her eyes as she moved. It was only there for a split-second, but he had caught it. "Come on, Chichi - this has nothing to do with Vege--"
     "Why are you defending him!?"
     "... What?" Goku narrowed his eyes, filled with a mixture of confusion and alarm.
     "Why are you defending him? What is so great about that man that you must protect?"
     "Protect? What do you mean, 'protect'? What does this have to do with Goten?"

     Chichi glared at him, analyzing his reaction for any signs of denial. How could her husband be so oblivious to the way her son was imitating Vegeta every chance he got?

     And that's when it hit her.
     The world around her vanished as her mind stopped. For a split second, she was in two places at once, watching herself become a slave to a heartless monster, watching as it used her body to create thoughts and words that weren't her own. Why was she being so unfair to him? To both of them? Vegeta had never hurt her, never said anything mean to her - hell, he had helped her raise her son! Why the hell was she saying these things? It was as if she was losing control of her own tongue!

     _____No ... ..._____

     Goku quickly rounded the counter to stand before his wife, clasping her hands in his - hoping any form of contact would calm her down.
     "Honey, what's wrong? Tell me!"
     As he came to stand before her, all she could think about was the heavy scent that wrapped around him. It was thicker, heavier - stronger.

     It wasn't his...
     Chichi's eyes widened as she stared at his glistening neck. "That smell..." Her voice was soft; much quieter than it had just been.
     "What...?"
     "That smell... it's not... you."

     _____No!!_____

     Goku's eyes shot open as he stared down at her, bewildered by his own lack of memory. "Wait, Chichi..."
     "You were with him, weren't you?" The words slowly rolled off her tongue, as if she were interrogating him.
     "Honey, I was..."
     "That smell - it's too thick to be yours; it's too strong... That's his sweat on your skin, isn't it?"
     Goku could only stammer as fire began to burn in his Chichi's eyes.

     "You were with him, weren't you?"

     Even as she spat the words to the floor at his feet, she couldn't understand why it was making her so angry. Goku was always around Vegeta - it was a fact of life. The thought of it had never bothered her before; never caused anything like the uncontrollable rage she could feel building inside her now. She was ready to rip into her Goku for something completely arbitrary... and she wouldn't be able to stop herself.

     ___Somebody fucking help me!!___

     "Yes! Yes I was with him! I was outside and he just appeared out of nowhere - I... I didn't go looking for him!" Goku's plea was that of a cornered animal, trying to do whatever he could to calm her down. At that point, he would have said anything.
     "You would rather go out in the middle of the night to fight with him," she forced her hands away from his grasp and pushed against his chest, "than stay in bed with me?"
     "What the?" Goku couldn't believe what was happening. She had just tried to shove him away! This was insane! He could barely recognize the woman standing before him as the wife he knew and loved! "N-No! Th-That's not it at all!"
     "No? Then what is it, Goku? What is it that makes you go running to his arms in the dead of... n... night... ... Oh my gods..." Chichi's expression fell to the floor, her eyes feeling as lifeless as ancient stone.

     ___Fucking somebody help me!!!!___

     Goku stared in shock, suddenly terrified for his wife. He'd never heard her stop mid-sentence for as long as he'd known her; she was always in complete control of everything she did and said. Everything about this whole ordeal was unimaginable. Five minutes ago, he had been sneaking his wife's wondrous cooking, and now here he was, desperately trying to calm her down. It was like a terrible nightmare - but it was real.
     For the first time in his life, he felt true fear cut through his skin as the hiss of a demon scorched his ears.
     "Y-you... you... you're sleeping with him... aren't you...?"
     Chichi had lost it. Something deep inside her snapped, shattering any form of control she may have had. Gone were her bright smile and good nature, ripped from her soul as it recklessly spiraled down into the depths of anger and despair. There was no love, no compassion, no caring - they were torn from her memory as though they'd never existed. Her world became an endless path of torture and torment; screams of agony deafening her ears as she was dragged into the depths of all that was evil. All that remained was a shell of her former self; anger and hatred were the only companions she had left.
     There was no saving her. There was nothing left to save.
     Goku's jaw dropped, his heart stopping as he stared at her, speechless. His blood was frozen, his brain unable to process the accusation his wife had uttered.
     "Don't try to deny it! I can fucking smell him on you!" Chichi spat the words at her husband, her trembling hands now clutching painfully into her sides. "How could I have been so fucking stupid!? It makes perfect sense!"
     He could only stare in disbelief, his failure to react only adding fuel to her torturous inferno.

     "What? Nothing to say, Goku?" Chichi's voice was saturated in wanton hatred, her eyes practically ablaze in a terrifying sneer. "You never expected me to find out, did you?"
     "Chichi, there's... p-please..." Goku stammered as he tried to regain the ability to speak. "There's nothing to find out!"
     She stared straight into his eyes, wanting to burn his soul alive. "Is that the best you can come up with?"

     ��____SOMEBODY!!!!____

     Gulping his breath into his chest, Goku fought like hell to make any form of sound escape his throat. "Ch�Chichi, this is insane! I�I'm not sleeping with Vegeta!"
     "How dare you stand there and fucking lie to me, you bastard! I can't fucking suck your dick hard enough, so you go running off to him!!"

     Goku couldn't speak, fear gripping his heart as he took a step back. He'd never imagined that his beautiful wife, one of the kindest spirits he'd ever encountered, was capable of language like that. This was no misunderstanding - something was seriously wrong. He needed to get her to calm down, sit down, see reason... fuck, he needed her to do something!
     "Chichi - I - "
     "Shut the fuck up!! I don't want to hear any more of your lies!" Her screams echoed off the kitchen walls, the shrill in her voice ringing in Goku's ears.
     "A - alright! I'll - I'll go outside for a while! Please! Please calm down!!" Pleading was all Goku could do - he had no idea what else would work. Maybe he just had to give her some space - let her get it out of her system. Maybe she just needed to be away from him for a while? "I'll just leave, okay?"
     Leave... A voice screamed the word in her head, over and over again. Leave. He was going to leave her again... Leave. Every scream pounded against the walls of her skull, exponentially increasing her fires of hatred. Leave. It called up the searing anger from within her, boiling her blood to the point of utter destruction.
     He was going to leave her - again... for him...

     "Fine! GO!! Fucking leave me! It's what you're fucking good at! Leave me here alone to raise your bastard children!!"
     Goku's heart instantly shot into his throat, his blood pulsing through his body like liquid fire. He hadn't just heard her say that. No - no, she hadn't just said that. Not ever... had he ever thought her capable of saying such a thing to his face. No matter what was wrong with her - nothing could justify what she just said.
     "What did you just say?"

     Goku's eyes narrowed as his pupils flashed in anger, his voice as deep and cold as she'd ever heard. But her rage had no intention of backing down to anything, her body rigid and defiant before her angered Saiyan.

     _____SOMEBODY FUCKING SAVE HER!!!!!_____

     "GO!!! Get the fuck out!! Go to your precious prince! Go fuck his brains out!! Go fuck like the two stupid monkeys you are!!"

     She shot an arm out and grabbed a glass vase from the countertop. Snarling, she threw the vase with all her might, the glass shattering as it smashed into Goku's right shoulder.

     Growling loudly in pain, Goku flashed his fangs into the air as he felt the glass cut him. "Godsdamnit, Chichi! What in the FUCK is wrong with you!?" Goku grabbed his shoulder and pressed as hard as he could, groaning in pain as the warmth of his blood washed down his arm, coating his hand with alarming ease. His nerves were on fire - he could feel the glass still stuck in his shoulder, his panting causing them to scrape against his flesh in a harmony from hell.
     Chichi just stood there, motionless, fire burning in her eyes.
     "Ahhhrrrgg... fuck!" Goku spat the word mercilessly as he grabbed a nearby dishcloth, slamming it against his gushing wound. Glaring at her through half lidded eyes, he snarled, unable to control himself. "You do this to Goten too? Yell at him for no fucking reason then make him bleed? What was it, Chichi? You accuse him of looking at Trunks the wrong way?"

     Goku's voice had changed. It was cold, heartless and full of disdain, dropping into a deep Saiyan growl. It wasn't his own.
     "Fuck you!" It was all she had left. Her hatred had taken its toll on her body, emotionally exhausting her to the point of not being able to feel her legs.
     "Fuck me? Isn't that Vegeta's job? How fucking dare you speak of him, or to me with such disrespect. He is the Prince of all Saiyans! You are nothing more than an insect compared to him!" Goku's mind was on fire - his throat burning from the ice in his voice, the deep Saiyan growl enslaving his body to its will.

     Spitting on the floor at her feet, Goku could only watch as his unbridled emotions overran his body, vaporizing any control he had left. "Look at you. What the fuck did I come back to this for?"

     ____You're nothing compared to us.____

     Goku showed no remorse as he tugged on the knot he'd made around his arm with the washcloth, the fabric painfully cutting off the circulation to his arm. Turning his back to the woman he thought he loved, he slowly walked to the glass door, his feet pounding on the tiled floor beneath him. He glared coldly back at Chichi over his injured shoulder. Her face was still marred by hatred, but he no longer cared.
     "I'm going to find my son."
     "Get out..."

     Chichi could barely speak. She had to force her throat to convulse the words as he slid the door open. As she watched him fly off over the trees, Chichi suddenly lost all sense of focus, vomiting as she tried desperately to hold herself up against the counter. Her eyes began to twitch uncontrollably as her sight blurred to the point where she could only make out color. The screaming in her ears had silenced, replaced by the deafening sound of complete oblivion.
     Her body lost all coherence as she felt the last ounce of her strength give out. Falling to the floor, her head snapped violently off the counter as she collapsed, her whole world turning black.
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