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Dragonball: Unforgotten
Chapter fifty-four

You and the young Trunks looked at eachother with wide eyes as the battle unfolded. You could feel the power levels and energy like it was a part of yourself. Although it was more like piece work with Goku’s the fact that you could feel anything from him at their distance was surprising. He was a dead man, halo and all. You shouldn’t have felt him at all but you did.

And what you felt wasn’t good.

“Okay, enough with the staring,” Bulma clicked her tongue as she stood with you and Trunks. “Want to fill me in? What’s happening.”

“It doesn’t make sense,” Trunks said in a shaky voice. “Mom...I thought Goten’s dad was a good guy.”

“He is. Why?”

Trunks shook in a subtle manner. You could see him trembling with clenched fists. The way that his eyes went back and forth, searching without seeing, looked like he was either very angry or very afraid. You reached out and put your hand on his head.

“He’s killing him,” Trunks filled her in as he clenched his hands tighter. Definitely both angry and afraid.

“Vegeta...no, he wouldn't.”

You shook your head slightly as you realized that she thought that Vegeta was killing Goku. It was an easy mistake to make considering the fact that it was a baffling turn of events. Just a few hours ago you were blissfully asleep on your own bed with Gotten. And now…

“No. Goku is killing Vegeta,” you breathed out in disbelief.

Bulma’s jaw dropped.

Gently you brushed your hand through Trunks’ hair. It was an attempt at comfort. You just weren’t sure if it was supposed to comfort him or yourself.

“I’ll stop it,” you said with a shaky tone yourself.

“How? He’s so strong! My...my dad…”

You smiled weakly as you moved your hand away from the young child. “I’ll figure something out. I always do. Uh, but...Trunks, Bulma, think you guys can go find Gohan and Goten. I left them in a park and I’m hoping they will still be there. Cause Gohan’s going to need his shoulder popped back into place and I get the feeling that’d piss Chichi off.”

“What? What happened to Gohan?”

Trunks’ worried tone only made you feel worse. “Goku’s dealing with a lot of shit in a very bad way right now. Gohan and Vegeta are just the physical embodiments of some of his issue. So they are easy targets.”

Trunks grabbed your hand as you started to back away. Sure you could have used instant transmission right where you were but that seemed rude. You had a feeling that it was disorienting to witness.

“Dad and Gohan are a lot stronger than you,” Trunks said with fear sleeping into his voice though he was trying not to show it. “If you go out there, he’ll kill you.”

You gave him a wavering smile as you gripped your hand around the small boy’s. “I’m why he’s fighting your dad and why he hurt Gohan. It’s partially my fault. He won’t hurt me like he’s hurting everyone else.”

Bulma’s hands fell from the elbow grasp as she looked at you in shock. From the surprised look of comprehension that was putting order to her expression you hazarded a guess that she was starting to understand. She was one of the two friends of Goku’s that knew you existed. Though unlike Yamcha you hadn’t seen her once you and Goku left for the hunt. But she had been the one to supply you with the capsule house and dragonball radar. Not to mention her team of lawyers had made quick work of that sporting event.

You looked back down to Trunks and continued talking. “So I’ll go make him stop. But I need you to be strong and brave for your mom and dad. I need you to help your mom find Goten and Gohan. Can you do that?”

Trunks nodded his head as he put on a strong face. You smiled at him and slowly removed your hand from his. With a pointed look towards Bulma you started walking backwards. Once you turned the corner you locked onto Goku’s spectral energy and transmitted yourself there.

What was once an area abundant with rock formations and the budding start of an oasis was pretty much thrashed. You looked around at all of the rubble with no small amount of horror. And although you couldn’t see either man you knew they were close. They had to be. You had used Goku’s power like a beacon. He at least should have been right beside you.

Which was why the large arms which wrapped around you shouldn’t have been a surprise. But they were. You tossed your head back on instinct to headbutt the man that touched you. And although you made solid contact the arms didn’t loosen. The only thing that happened was the fact that you and he quickly went to the ground instead of staying in the sky.

“That hurt,” the man voiced.

The voice sent shivers all the way down. It brought goosebumps to your skin. Especially with the way that the hold started to change. His voice was deeper, more animalistic. Darker.

“Goku is Vegeta alive?”

You couldn’t sense his energy anymore. Admittedly though Goku was pretty distracting. His hands gently kneaded the flesh and muscle around your lower belly, slowly moving down. Thank god for difficult pants. Vaguely you thanked and cursed the girls that convinced you to buy them.

Slowly you put your hands on one of his arms. Before he had time to tighten his hold you started to turn around. Goku shifted slightly as he looked down at you with furrowed brows...or lack of brows. You traced all of his features with your eyes and then your hands. He didn’t have eyebrows any more; his prominent eyebrow ridges reminded you a little bit of the Neanderthal skulls you saw in textbooks. His hair was long and gold; it curved and reached his but in multitudes of pointed layers. Which meant that he was in some sort of super saiyan transformation. Your hand slowly trailed down from his eyebrow ridges in a sort of wonderment.

Goku moved one of his arms from around you so that he could stop your hand from moving away. Your breathing deepened and quickened as he pressed his tongue to your palm. Just the reminder of the past was enough to make it difficult to keep your focus. It didn’t help that he was looking down at you with half lidded eyes, or when he started to nibble. You could feel his hand encouraging one of your legs upwards around his waist.

You felt him against you just about everywhere. Overwhelming; everything about him was overwhelming.

“Please...you didn’t kill him,” you tried to express your ideas.

But judging by the way that he tensed Something got lost in translation. “Did he do something to you? Did you want him dead?”

Your eyes widened and you shook your head, “No! I came to stop you! I don’t want you to kill anyone!”

“He said you did,” his voice was almost a growl, like it should be hurting him to talk somehow. “That you didn’t want to stay with me, to have a family with me because I was too nice...too weak.”

“You’re not weak Goku,” you breathed out.

You closed your eyes and leaned into him, taking a deep breath. One of your hands curled near his jaw as you rested against his chest. His skin was warm underneath your cheek, your entire face was against his chest as his Gi had been ripped multiple times. It was a wonder he still had clothes on from the tension this larger form put on him actually. Which you were trying not to notice as he slowly released your hand so that he could push his hand up your shirt. You sucked in a deep breath as you shivered. His hand was warm and large against your rib cage.

“I love your kindness. I love you Goku. But you’ve got a family. You’ve got a wife, a legal one, and two living sons with her.”

You tucked your chin closer to your chest as you tried not to flick your tongue out, or do anything actually. Which was harder than it seemed. The coil deep in your body and urge to grind against him seemed ever present. Especially when you felt him jerk your leg up aggressively. He was hard and the pressure felt so right. So much for trying to hide your scent with the thick fabrics.

“You promised to stay with me. We were going to start a family when we turned twenty.”

“Goku...how old are you?” You asked quietly as you clenched your body tight. “I’m kind of 18. Because I didn’t mentally live through any of those years. I was frozen in time. You weren’t. You went on after me...married Chichi...had Gohan and Goten. Goku, your son is closer to my age than you are now.”

Goku clenched his jaw. He also clenched at you. You felt his body straining underneath your touch.

“You’re still my wife,” he said in a dark tone.

You slowly looked up at him. Your eyes flickered to the halo above his head as you quivered. “You’re dead.”

“That doesn’t matter.”

“If I told you that I wanted to raise a daughter with you right now, would you be here to help me with the pregnancy? ...Would you be here in a few years so she could have a father?” You challenged him. “Could you even be here tomorrow? In a few hours? No? Goku - I’m not Chichi. If you want to lay claim to me, to have a family with me, then you have to actually be here with me. I love you for everything that you are Goku but marriage is something between the living. You’re dead.”

It was like you took the wind out of his sails. His power broke around him like a dying star. But when he started to slump forward to hold you and bury his head in your neck, he faded. You almost fell forward as his body became intangible. Ghost like. His time was up.

“Goodbye Goku.”

You took yourself back to your studio before you completely broke apart in front of him. You never saw the pain and anger that his astral form projected as he was dragged back to the afterlife.
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