Poor Thing Ch. 1 revised

Author Note:  I wrote this a while ago and I remember not being very pleased with it at the time.  I think it's already much better and I will be revising chapters and adding new ones going forward.  I am also going to be changing details in the story as it is currently shown.  Expect drastic changes in Ch. 2 and 3.

“Goku.” Trunks' voice was gripped with pain, trying to fight back tears. “I know it's been hard for you, ever since Chichi...”

Goku wiped his eyes with his palms, rubbing them roughly, and stood. “Thanks Trunks. I just...need some time. I still can't believe it. That she...” His throat felt thick with sorrow, choking back a sob. It had been two months since his wife had died. It was all so sudden, no one had expected it. She was healthy and then, one day...she never woke up. Apparently, Chichi had been going to a doctor regularly; she had a tumor in her brain that eventually cut off the flow of blood to her brain. She passed away in her sleep, never giving anyone a chance to say goodbye.

That was just like Chichi. She had to take care of and worry about everyone else, but when it came to her happiness and safety, she tended to rely solely on her independent spirit.

“I know it might seem like she was being selfish, but she didn't want you to worry about her, Goku. It was her problem and she made a decision.” Trunks put his hand on the older man's shoulder, trying to comfort him.

He nodded. “I appreciate what you're trying to do for me, Trunks.” He smiled weakly. Just when did you become so grown up?

The younger saiyan shrugged. “Dunno. I guess it happened when no one was looking.”

Goku looked down at his feet. “I think I'd like to be alone now.”

The purple haired teen nodded, patting the older man's shoulder before leaving.



“Hey dad!”

Goku turned towards his eldest son. It was now about fourteen months since Chichi had passed and they found out that the dragon balls couldn't revive her; rather, she refused to let them bring her back with such a frivolous wish when there were more important things at hand. Goku was getting better about controlling his emotions managed to do a moderately good job of feigning happiness on most occasions. His family was finally beginning to get over the shock of the situation, Chichi's refusal, and accept what had happened as a family.

Goku smiled, embracing his son a little too tightly. “How are you Gohan?”

The half-saiyan hugged back with equal force. Losing his mother had made the two closer – he and Videl couldn't visit often enough. “I'm great dad. I'm glad to see you aren't sulking anymore.” He smiled, genuinely happy. “We're all planning on going to a movie tonight and were wondering if you wanted to come. Based on your mood, I'm hoping...yes?”

The saiyan smiled, feeling the hole in his heart healing slowly each and every day. “Why not?”



“You fucking bastard!” Kara snarled, wiping blood from her nose and mouth, some of it already drying in her light hair. Her crystalline blue eyes harded as he came at her, preparing for and narrowly avoiding another blow.

Miscalculating, she fell; sprawled on her bruised ass, she scrambled to get up, hurling herself towards the end of the ally. She had just made the safety of the pavement when she turned around to observe her attacker. The large, burly man stepped out of the darkened ally and landed a swift blow to her stomach.



A woman screamed somewhere nearby as the group came out of the movie theater. The ragtag group was instantly on the defensive; living in the age of Freiza, Cell, and Majin Buu, they thought they were ready for anything. They weren't ready for what they saw. Down the street, an older, overweight man was relentlessly beating a girl.

In the blink of an eye, Gohan's father was there, catching the man's foot before it could descend into another blow. The shocked balding man fell backwards, landing hard on his deformed and protruding rear. “What the hell do you think you're doing?!” He brushed himself off and got back up, staring knives at the beaten girl.

Goku could hardly contain himself as he stood over the lumpy man. “How can anyone justify hitting a woman?”

The man seemed surprised and possibly fearful as he looked up at the dark haired saiyan. He sputtered, “This girl stole some goods from my store. She...she ate the merchandise and doesn't have any money!”

Kara lifted her head, spitting a large wad of bloody sputum at him. “You liar!” He gave her a swift kick and she held her bruised side. “Liar!” she screamed again.

Goku flared his ki, knocking the man head over heels and into the alley wall.

“Look, jerk. This is none of your business, so keep out of it. I'll do with her as I see fit,” he grumbled, picking himself up and heading back toward the girl.

“You fucking bastard! Liar! All of this just because I wouldn't have sex with you!” she whimpered out as blood continued to ooze from her lips.

Bulma stared at the old man in horror, grabbing onto her son's sleeve. There's no way something like this could happen in the city. Bulma gulped, Trunks crying out in pain as his mother's nails dug into his arm. He looked up as Goku's hand tightened around the man's throat, his face already turning purple. Trunks, Gohan, and Goten had to struggle to get him off of the old bastard before he killed him, something they were all hoping he would regret.

Kara struggled to stand, groping the wall for support.

“Are you alright?” Videl asked in horror, unable to believe what they had just witnessed.

The girl gave a minute smile before collapsing back to the sidewalk.