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Dragonball: Unforgotten
Chapter sixty-five

“Hey,” you greeted Gohan as you passed him later that day on the way to Lunch. “Ready to head out?”

Gohan stopped and looked down at you. He still had that pensive look on his face even though Dende has healed Erasa up with no problems. You were grateful that happened. It was actually amusing how the lowest level of guardians, and the youngest to boot, was more helpful and competent than the supreme Kai that you had met. At least Dende was helpful and, to your knowledge, didn’t try to hide Universe destroying secrets.

“I can’t. Mom still needs help.”

“Huh?” You asked in confusion. “Why?”

His pensive look only grew more severe as he tried to find a way to word it. He knew the situation between you and his dad now. And based on what you’d told him, the news was probably going to hurt you a little. But what was really strange was the confusion you displayed when he said that his mom needed help. After all, it had been your idea to give his dad and mom time along. Gohan figured you should have known what he’d been talking about. Especially since you’d almost faces the same yourself. As he tried to find a sensible way to put it, you stayed near. Though you shifted from one foot to the other as you waited. The other students passed by, some of them looking at you with a myriad of expressions. Usually disgust from females and interest from males; mostly. He tried to ignore that just like you were.

“I thought you had already…” he didn’t want to bring up the word in a public place. But the embarrassed way he said his sentence let you know that he was talking about sex.

“...I have but what does that have to do with your mom needing help?” You asked in confusion.

Gohan frowned as though you’d just insulted him. Which only confused you more.

“I thought you’d be more understanding,” Gohan said with a disappointed tone. “Since you’ve experienced it too. Didn’t dad or anyone help you until you finished healing?”

“Wait okay, slow down. Are you saying your mom was hurt because she and Goku had sex? It’s been days. Does that mean she’s like actually hurt? Like go to a doctor or take a bean hurt?”

“Well yeah,” Gohan said.

“Wow, seriously?” You couldn’t help it, there was a sort of bewildered amazement in you voice.

“Weren’t you?” Now he was the one confused.

“...no,” you told him after a little hesitation, your eyebrows drawing together at the strange idea. “Like a little sore, but all girls are after the first time. Nothing that would need someone to help me about. I mean unless I had to run for my life from a saber tooth cat at that time. And I only say that because it happened…. Just not around that point. After the first time everything was fine.”

Gohan looked at you in disbelief even as his ears turned red. “So dad didn’t hurt you?”

You shook your head in embarassed disbelief. Gohan had a hard time understanding. His textbooks had never mentioned anything about a physical recovery period after procreational activities, it was true, but he always thought that had been left out so not to scare impressionable minds. After all, his mom had acted like she expected that to happen when she’d conceived Goten. Like that was normal. So he figured that the same thing happened around his conception too. Just like how it was happening now. But you seemed surprised. And considering that it was with his dad for either you or his mom...he could rule out his dad as the variable.

“...Gohan, answer me truthfully. Did you think sex was supposed to hurt?”

He nodded. Which really made you feel kind of bad.

“It’s not. Like, at all,” you tried to find the appropriate words for the situation. “Soreness afterwards, sure maybe. Like a good workout tops. But not full out injury type of deal. It’s supposed to feel really good. Otherwise something went wrong.”

Gohan was quiet as he absorbed the information. You watched as he contemplated more than you probably could guess at, his arms crossing over the expanse of his chest. You idly mused to yourself that it was a wonder that he didn’t bust a seam. It was better than contemplating the reality of why you and he were having this type of conversation.

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The room you were in was really familiar. Down to the tacky duvet and rice maker. There was an incandescent light over head that shown inconsistently around the room. But what was the most familiar was the grinning man in front of you.

“Finally! I thought you’d never get to sleep!”

“What?” You asked as you looked around the room.

The pit of your stomach clenched as you looked around. Suddenly you realized why everything looked familiar. It was the room that you stayed in while straying to find the 1 Star dragonball. As you took that in, Goku closed the distance and wrapped his arms around you. Without hesitation you relaxed against him, though you couldn’t help the confusion.

“Sleep...wha...this is a dream?”

Goku nodded as he buried his face into your hair, nuzzling the top of your head as it were.

“How are we both aware that it’s a dream? How does that even work if you’re a figment of my imagination?”

Leave it to Goku to break even the rules of dreaming. Even if it was just your mental impression of him.

“Well you’re dreaming, I’m not. There’s this person in the afterlife with a neat trick. That’s how I’m here now. Kind of like how King Kai can help you talk to people no matter where they are if you touch his back.”

“So this,” you motioned around to the hotel room within the limitations of his arms, “isn’t just my imagination?”

“The room is but I’m not!” He said with a smile, not that you could see it.

“You realize you’re supposed to be dead right?”

“Hmm yeah. But I don’t want to be dead anymore.”

“Should have thought about that when you died,” that probably wasn’t the funniest thing to ever come out of your mouth but the ludicrousness of this situation made it amusing to you.

“I’m thinking about it now. I want to come back. I want to keep my promise and someday meet my daughter.”

You went completely still in Goku’s arms at what he had just said. Goku knew that he might have surprised you with that so he didn’t mind the fact that you got all tense. And you were quite a bit of both - surprised and tense. You hadn’t told anyone about that. So either he was taking a shot in the dark with some amazing intuition or he had seen you on Yardrats and put everything together.

“What are you talking about?”

Goku pushed you away just far enough so that he could look down at your face. He seemed happy but serious all at the same time. Like some kind of tranquility that came with maturation.

“I’ve seen her. After I escaped the destruction of Namek I ended up on Yardrats pretty badly beaten up. I was in the same medical room as you. I saw you floating in this large tank and all around the tank were jars. I didn’t know what she was at the time, floating in that jar, but I do now. You were pregnant.”

Slowly you nodded.

“With my daughter.”

You nodded again.

Slowly you saw his face crumple with a type of worry as he looked down at you. “Why didn’t you tell me? I wanted...want a family with you. So why?”

“I didn’t know about being pregnant until I was off of Earth. And then I had to make the choice to put her in the sort of suspended animation that I was in. It was that, let her die, or let her grow up without a mom. I figured once I got better mom and dad could put her back inside me and I could have her the natural way. So I went back to Earth the moment I learned how, to see if you were ready to be a father. Apparently you were. Just not with me.”

Goku hugger you close again as he heard the pain and bitterness in your voice. A frown stretched his features tight. “You thought I broke my promise.”

“Yes,” you said as you nodded against his chest. “I didn’t find out about the wish until after I saw Gohan, Goten, and Chichi. By that point the damage was already done. And it hurt like hell. Finding out you couldn’t even remember me made it worse. I was so mad at you and Kami. So mad.”

“I didn’t want to forget,” Goku clenched you tighter, his head going to your neck as best he could. Holding you like you were going to disappear forever if he let go. “Kami let me think that you had died ten minutes before I got back and if I used the Dragonballs you would come back in pain and die again. I broke. I didn’t want to stay on Earth if you weren’t there with me. But...Kami told me he’d think of a way to help and make it better. So I stayed in our bed for days. I didn’t get up for anything. Kami lied to me. He decided the only way to help was to make me forget you. I didn’t want to forget.”

“That little bitch,” you cursed, hackles rising. “Ten minutes? Ten fucking minutes? I was getting prepared for status then. I was still awake! He could have let me tell you I’d be back! That ass!”

“Hey woah, calm down. I don’t want you to go super saiyan on me for the first time in a dream,” Goku laughed at his own joke. Might not have been that far off though and he knew it. “I don’t think the guy projecting me here can maintain the connection if your mind floods with all that power and you’re not use to handling it. So let’s just calm down. Kami is gone. It’s okay.”

“I know. Piccolo ate him.”

“Wait say what?” Goku asked as he loosened his hold slightly at that idea.

You smiled a little bit. “No literally. He told me they fused...whatever. It just makes me feel better to think that he ate him. That bastard...I knew he made you forget. I didn’t know it was only a ten minute difference. Fucking bastard.”

“Hey,” Goku said as he turned his head towards you so that he could see the side of your face, “we’re the only ones supposed to be fucking, leave him and everyone else out of it. I’m not going to share you.”

It took you a second to realize that he’d just said that. And when you did you laughed. He’d been picking up on slang and curses apparently. That shouldn’t have surprised you. Especially considering that he was a lot older than you now. But the fact that he crossed the meanings on purpose was amusing. But as the humor died down you realized there was a serious statement in his jest as well.

You pulled yourself so that you were sitting down on the bed. Goku went to his knees before you, still holding on to you. Which meant that you needed to spread your knees so he could rest comfortably between your legs. You pulled his head back by the hair, not meaning to actually hurt him, so that you could see his face.

“Speaking of...what the hell were you thinking, sneaking into my apartment after you had sex with Chichi? And don’t you dare give me anything with the words ‘my wife’ in there when you’re talking about me because I know for sure you didn’t know that until after you woke up.”

Goku’s face took on a slightly guilty smile. “Chichi never lets me hold her after. She never even wants me in the room. So I went to find out where my son and Gohan were.”

Your eyes narrowed on him at his choice of words. They send warning bells racing down your mind. But one problem at a time.

“When I got to your place, Gohan was laying next to the window with one of your blankets over him. I told him he could go home and that I would bring back Goten. But your bed looked so soft and warm. And Goten seemed to be comfortable. I’d never held my son and slept next to him before and I wanted to do that once before I had to return to the afterlife. I figured that if you were okay with him being in your bed and with how Gohan had been holding you all day despite...it was okay because you were family too.”

“So you were okay with humping someone you thought your son wanted to marry?”

Goku’s jaw shifted as you brought up the idea of marrying Gohan. Even as vaguely as that. He pulled you closer to him, scooting you until you almost weren’t sitting on the bed, and buried his face into your breasts.

“Yes,” he answered tersely. “Something inside me knew, even then. You were mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.”

With each “mine” he repeated, he nipped at your breasts through the fabric, making his way more towards one side than the other like he intended to find a nipple regardless of the layers of clothes in your dreams. Only, suddenly…there weren’t any clothes. Like they’d never existed in the first place. And his tongue swirled over your erect bud before he sucked it into his mouth, nibbling still.

“Goku…” you said warningly as you fought against the hand holding you in place.

“No more Gohan. You don’t need him. Mine,” he said in a momentarily interlude between kissing and nibbling your skin on his way down.

You had to really tug on his hair, hard, when he got to your belly button and seemed like he was going to continue to go down. “Seriously, talking. We’re talking right now or you can forget getting wished back.”

Goku’s surprised face turned into a pout as he sat back onto his feet. His pecs twitched with the tension of crossing his arms. You took a moment to pull the cover over you lap at least so you didn’t feel so exposed inside of the dream. Afterwards you crossed your arms over your chest, binding them in.

“Your son,” you stressed that term, “Gohan has done nothing but help me.”

Goku frowned and made a sound of disbelief.

“I’m serious. Stop getting pissy and being a jealous jerk. That stops. I can’t deal with that right now. I’ve got too much to deal with. Right now I’m juggling teaching Broly about why Earth is some place to protect, not enslave or kill. I’m dealing with school and a lot of stupid teenagers who think I’m the whore of the school. Dealing with all the emotional shit that Kami left in his wake. And on top of that I’m running out of money pretty quickly trying to feed Broly and myself; my budgeting didn’t take him into account. I can’t deal with your jealousy on top of all of that. Or being labeled a homewrecker by all of your friends. If I think you’re going to try and make me handle that I’m probably going to just take Broly and leave Earth. I will even find a way so that you can’t find us by tracking Broly. And at that point your fear of losing me really will come true because there’s no way I can keep the universe safe from him and not be around him while I’m in heat once I leave Earth.”

“...what are you saying?”

“I’m saying that either we figure out how to exist on the same planet, together, or you really will lose me Goku. I love you...so much. More than I can really explain. But life happens. And I refuse to break up Gohan’s and Goten’s home. I refuse to be called a home wrecking whore. I refuse to deal with your jealousy. You almost killed Vegeta and your own son for god’s sake! I refuse to let you set Broly off and watch as my home is destroyed. And if you can’t agree to play nice and live with all of the choices that you made even if they aren’t fair, you’re staying dead.”

He called out your name pleadingly. The sound of it broke you a little inside. But for the sake of the universe you had to do this. You had to get Goku to reign in his anger and his jealousy. You also needed to find a way to get Broly to reign in his own anger even if you weren’t there to help. The world...the universe...it wouldn’t survive if you didn’t. Goku somehow seemed like the easier of the two.

“What do you need me to do?”

“First off, no fighting with Broly. Ever. I’m serious. No even being ready to fight with someone around him. Don’t even come at him all chesty and acting like the dominant male like you started doing with Gohan. No matter the reason. I don’t even care if in the future you get stronger than him and think you can handle it. Just don’t. He has control issues. I’m going to help him deal with them. Understand?”

Goku stared at you with a serious expression. He had a feeling that was going to be easier said than done. But he nodded slightly as he tried to accept it.

“Secondly, if it makes you feel better you can call me your wife, mate, girlfriend...whatever you want in private. Not in public. Not where anyone can hear you. I just...I’m at my threshold for dealing with people’s judgements right now. I can’t handle anymore.”

This one was a lot easier to agree to. Goku nodded a lot easier this time. But as you took a deep breath and waited, he had a sinking feeling about what came next.

“Lastly - if I’m right, Chichi is going to be pregnant again, isn’t she?” You watched a conflicted look start across Goku’s face. It was all the answer you needed. And it hurt; looking at him and knowing what you were about to say hurt. But it needed to be done. “You will not leave your pregnant wife. Do you understand me? You leave her when she needs your help the most and I will never talk to you again. I get the situation with Goten; you left to keep them all safe. If you leave her and you’re still alive...I don’t want to even be near a guy that can do that. So you will live with the choices that you made. Even if they aren’t fair. Even if they suck. You will live with them just like I have to. Which means you will be loyal to your legal wife, you will stay with your legal family. You will be a proper husband and father. Are we clear?”

Goku remained still as he looked at you. “What about you?”

“I will have to live with it to. Because that’s the hand that fate dealt.”

“No,” Goku said tensely. “You can pretend that we weren’t married all you want. But we were. And I’m not going to forget that. Not again.”

“I’m not asking you to forget, Goku. Just to live with the choices you made afterwards.”

“I’m not going to pretend it didn’t happen either. I won’t pretend that I don’t love you, that I don’t want to have a family with you and stay with you. I won’t do that.”

“I don’t know what to really tell you Goku,” you breathed out shakingly. “If I were in Chichi’s position I absolutely hate anyone who stepped in and caused my husband to cheat on me, regardless of the situation. I won’t be put into that position. I won’t be the homewrecker. I will still be there for you and I will probably always love you. But...I have more respect for myself than to step into the position you’re asking me to.”

“What...what if we kept it secret?”

“Still would make me feel like a homewrecking whore. Eventually I’d grow to hate myself. I refuse.”

Goku went quiet for a moment. But then he slowly stood up. He leaned over you, bringing you up with him. He held your hands in his, paying no mind to the absence of clothes, before looking down at you with such a serious and anger filled expression that it was hard to breathe.

“You’re asking me not to fight Broly. Not to defend you from him if you need it. Not to tell everyone that you’re mine. And that I have to be loyal to Chichi. Which I’m guessing means we, you and I, can’t have sex. Why would I agree to any of this? What would I get to come back to? A wife who yells at me all the time? A son who I barely know? A new child I would rather was ours? Another son who I gets to be closer to my own wife...my mate...than I am? And I can’t even show how angry that makes me or you leave? No.”

“Goku…”

He raised his lip in anger as he growled. “I said no. Fuck no. Hell no. Whatever version of no that gets you to understand me. None of that is fair. I can live with not fighting Broly. I get why. I sort of understand why you don’t want me to say things in public. Or why I can’t get angry at my own son. I can live with that. I can’t live with not getting to keep you.”

“I never said we had to stay away from each other.”

“Just that I can’t touch you. Or hold you. Or have sex with you. Or have a family. Or ever meet the daughter that’s been frozen in time.”

“Goku…”

“No. I will talk to everyone in the universe if I have to. I will—“

“Goku I’m pregnant.”

He completely stopped at that. “What?”

“I had mom and dad put her back inside after school. I’m not even on Earth right now. I’m on Yardrats healing up.”

You gently brought his hand towards your stomach. Even though it was a dream and reality hadn’t set in for you, not really.

“I had to find a way to stay out of heat with Broly around. I figured that might be bad. Gohan was right that being pregnant buys me some time to figure out what to do. He even offered to help...but I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t cheat on you like that. Not knowing that I already had a child I put on hold. I’m not ready to be a mom but...I’ll learn to be. You can either help me learn how or not. That choice is yours.”

He looked complete stunned. Despite the fact that he’d been adamant about having a family with you, you couldn’t help but be nervous. What if it was just like this moment - a dream of his? What if the reality of it didn’t go over as well as a dream?

“What’s her name?” Goku asked as he held his hand to your stomach, the anger fading so rapidly he felt light headed.

“I’m not sure yet. I’ve thought of a few but...it doesn’t feel real. I just got re-pregnant. I haven’t had much time to think about that.”

“I’ll...get to be her father?” Goku probed as he looked down at you with such pleading eyes. “I’ll get to hold her and everything?”

Your eyes started to moisten at the heartbreakingly tender tone he used. You nodded.

“I was going to talk to Gohan to see how to explain it to Goten. To see how to do that without making Chichi go on the warpath. I figured I could explain what actually happened and...if you were back and you promised to be loyal to her...that it might work. I mean if we didn’t bring you back I wouldn’t really need to explain any of that to Goten or Chichi. They could believe that it was—“

“Gohan’s,” Goku said in anger.

“No!” You snapped in a slightly broken tone. “I’m not going to ruin Gohan’s life with my issues. Besides the kid will be a full saiyan. So passing it off as Gohan’s wouldn’t even work. Although I guess three-quarters might pass as full but...no. Not Gohan’s. Broly’s.”

“...yes,” Goku said in a sharp whisper. “Yes. Whatever I have to agree to. Bring me back. Bring me back right now.”
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