Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Abysmal ❯ Abysmal ( Chapter 1 )

ChiChi is having some problems…what will she do? Rated for future chapters. M/F, F/F, AU

Abysmal--part 1

Gone again.

Albeit, I am used to it--well I should be--but I don’t think I am. I look out of my bedroom window into the sky’s setting sun, hoping to see him flying towards his family--but of course he does not show. Getting up from a prolonged but well earned nap, I exit my bedroom heading towards the kitchen, passing my sons room on the way. They are not in there of course. Awhile back I decided to just let Gohan do whatever he wants to for once in his life. Hell, his father sure does.

Judging by the silence of the house, Gohan must’ve taken Goten out with him. Just as long as they both return in one piece it’s fine with me. So here I am, all by my lonesome which really was nothing out of the ordinary. /Well I guess I should probably cook then./ I step inside of the cramped kitchen preparing myself for the long night ahead. Settling out the ingredients for the mass amount of cooking that was soon to come, I was stopped in my tracks by a wave of…a certain feeling that definitely was no stranger. The feeling that will continue to attenuate my will, my being until there is nothing left but self destruction…the feeling that is impossible to thwart.

I am unhappy…not that I was just now coming to the realization, just reiterating as I try not to day after day for it is the linchpin of my distress.

I couldn’t help it as a forceful sob pushed its way out of me along with rivers of tears that seemed to be too uncontrollable to bare. /I didn’t know that it had gotten this bad./ I doubled over the counter not really trying to get myself together. It had been too long since I had cried like this and I need to get it out before anyone found me in this heinous state that I was currently in and…have been in for years.

I don’t know how long it’s been since I first laid my head down on the kitchen counter in sorrow and now as I hear footsteps enter the door. “ChiChi?”

At the timbre of the immaturity in his voice, I hastily got to my feet and made an attempt to wipe the now dry tear stains off of my cheeks. “I’m in here, Goku,” I say while continuing to prepare dinner.

“Why isn’t the food ready?”

I bristled in abrupt anger at his ignorance. “Well Goku, I took a nap and lost track of time,” I tried so hard not to say with acute enmity.

“Oh well when do you think it will be ready?”

I silently chuckled. I had to in order to refrain from hurling something at his ass. Whose husband besides my own comes into the house, doesn’t even say ‘hi’ to his wife but just asks when the food will be ready?

“In a little while Goku,” With that I hear his boots clatter against the floor towards the back of the house. /Bastard./

“Oh!” I am startled by a tug of my dress. I look down to the floor.

“Look what I got mommy!” I scream in absolute horror at the sight in his arms.

“Goten! I thought I told you to leave that outside!” I hear my eldest son call out over my own wails of dissatisfactory of what my youngest embraced. “Get that out of here!”

“But mom…”

“Out I say!”

“Give it to me. I’ll take it outside,” Gohan said serenely. I watched as Goten gave the hideous creature to his brother. And even he cringed as he felt the slimy texture of the unspecified animal/whatever the hell it is.

“I’ll be right back,” He assured as he went to free this creature Goten brought in. I look at my seven-year-old, “Go wash up, dinner will be ready in a while,”

~~**~~**~~

I stare at the blank dark wall before me as I lay on my side of the bed; my back facing his side. He has not yet come to bed and I’m half contemplating whether he does or not.

I hate restless nights. On these particular nights I think too much. You know, about my life and the only good thing that’s come out of it are my sons? How I’ve never gotten a damn thing that I wanted in life and how I might be bipolar and on the verge of suicide?

Yes that’s it.

I wanted a loving husband, one that’ll stay with me and never leave. One that wasn’t so oblivious to me…and my feelings. But no…my sons are reason enough for my perpetual it seems, existence.

I’m rigid as I hear the bedroom door creak to opening. /I see he finally decided to come to bed./

I listened to his movements as he closed the door behind him and stepped closer to the bed. I hear the soft rustling of his clothing being removed as I still hold my rigid nature. The mattress squeaks as he gets under the covers, his chiseled body occasionally brushing up against me in attempts to get comfortable…which reminds me. Reminds me of something that had been long forgotten--not that it wasn’t lacking in the first place.

The sex of course. Although I’ve never been a big fan of such an activity--the only time I would be truly willing is if I wanted another child--but still it is a little hard to deem that a man like that would rather train than fuck. Yes, it was a little clumsy at times but--“ChiChi?” I hear him call me, tearing me away from my thoughts. I took a second to decide whether I was going to answer or pretend to be asleep. “ I know you’re awake,”

I roll my eyes. I guess I have no choice now do I? “Yes?”

A long thread of silence. /…..Perhaps I‘ve spoken too soon about that sex thing…./ “What do you want, Goku?”

“Um….” /I was right…The bastard wants me/

I don’t think that was ever one of his strong points, to ask for sex I mean. It would either be left unsaid and undone or he would ‘beat around the bush’ with the question, which is what he’s doing now. I know his demeanor like the back of my hand, and I really should.

I looked at him, the shadows from the hall lights gleamed dimly onto his countenance, vaguely confirming what he coveted …but I know. I turned flat on my back and forced myself to consent to letting him snatch the covers off of my form and remove my panties and pajama bottoms.

“Are you sure about this?” I hear him whisper.

“Yes,” I lie through my teeth as I wish for nothing more than for this to be over quite QUICKLY. On that note, I shift my body upward to allow him to get my top off. I lay there for awhile letting him do suchlike, not getting any gratification. Unpleased and unfulfilled. Which of course was nothing that contradicted mundane. Just like my life--but you know that, right?--as much as I have reiterated, you should.

I stare at the ceiling, as he roughly handles my body in an attempt to pleasure me, but being an annoyance to me instead. Riling me as I sigh to his movements, desperately trying to get into the feel of things but of course to no avail.

He plunges into me and I screech in pain for I am not the ‘wettest’ I could have gotten. My face contorts as I grip the sheets. This part usually doesn’t last very long so fortitude on my behalf isn’t an issue. But him on the other hand….

I cry out recurrently at his hard potent thrusts until I can hardly take it. I think I may have underestimated him this time. And just when I thought I’d break, he did it. Right inside of me.

He slowly raises up and gets off of me. I don’t even think about the twinge in between my legs or my naked body when I turn back over with my back facing him. And I certainly don’t want to think about when I wake up and how it will be the exact same thing all over again.

Without the sex of course…he’ll be away too long for that.