Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dust In An Empty House ❯ Chapter 1
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By: Thorti 
Son Goku comes home from training Oob to find something he would never have expected...
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 01.23.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 773 | Status: Completed
Son Goku comes home from training Oob to find something he would never have expected...
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 01.23.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 773 | Status: Completed
Dust In An Empty House
von Thorsten
There are some short stories screaming in my head to be written and this is one
of them. And it's a little bit different to the usual mushy-waffy-romance-stuff
I'm usually writing.
This story is set after the end of the manga. Although I know that (in Anime)
there is Dragonball-GT following, I have never seen it and I only know that some
people like it and some don't. I don't know any of GT and so here is a small
impression of what might have happened after the end of the manga.
I nearly forgot: I do not own Dragonball. Same goes for the song 'Think Of Me'
from The Phantom Of The Opera. And I'm not making any money with this!!! ^_^
Enough rambling. On with the story!
Dust In An Empty House
***
Recall those days,
Look back on all those times,
Think of the things we'll never do -
There will never be a day,
When I won't think of you...
***
"Tadaima!"
Son Goku stood in the doorframe of his family's house, astonishment written all over his face. His intentions of telling his family of the progress Oob had made in his training completely left his consciousness. Something was not right here. Something just didn't even feel right here. Confused he entered the house.
"Chi-chan? Son Goten? I'm home!"
He went into the living room. Everything seemed to be just as always. Nothing seemed to have changed since the last time he had been here. All things were where they were supposed to be. Nothing was broken and everything was tidy and clean... except for the dust being everywhere.
That really made Son Goku wonder what was going on here. ChiChi never ever let dust into her house. He used to joke that even in ChiChi's absence dust did not even dare to come into their house because it was scared of the wrath of the almighty dust-extinguishing ChiChi. Now it seemed as if anyone cared any longer about dust.
Slowly Son Goku began to make some connections. If dust was everywhere around...
and ChiChi wasn't... than that meant...
Frantically he began to search through the house, finding not even a single trace of his family. Then he knew what had struck him earlier as being strange. The aura of the house was... empty. He couldn't sense even a faint echo of his wife's or his son's ki anywhere around. But that was strange. Why shouldn't they live here anymore? And no vacation would take that long to give dust so many opportunities to conquer and claim the house.
At last he came to rest at his favourite place: in the kitchen, a place usually full of memories of excellent and, even better, much food. Now the only thing the kitchen was full of, was this strange empty and desolate feeling which seemed to accompany the dust. At last Son Goku saw a letter being put at the refrigerator with a magnet. Two words stood on its envelope.
*Son Goku*
He immediately recognized his wife's immaculate and tidy writing. He opened the envelope carefully and, after sitting down at the kitchen-table, he read what the letter had to tell him.
My dear beloved Son Goku,
I guess you've found the letter now. I've put it at the refrigerator because I figured that you would come to look here first.
I'm sorry that I have to tell you this that way, but it's not as if I really would have had another choice... since... you decided to leave me... again.
I realize now that there is nothing what you like more than a good fight. And I know what I'm meaning when I say 'nothing'. After all you are a fighter to the core and heart. I know that you were just following your nature when, after extinguishing one of the world's (or was it universes? It seems to be always something like this...) greatest threats, you decided to go and train Oob, who is, as I have been informed, some kind of reborn Boo.
I want to tell you that I'm incredibly sorry, my husband.
I forced you into this marriage without completely realizing that you did not have even a hint of a clue what you were getting yourself into. But I couldn't help myself. Only Dende may know why, but I fell hopelessly and completely in love with you all those years ago. And I thought that I would be able to make you happy. Especially after our quest for the magical fan and then a solution to quench the fire at my father's castle, I really thought that we were a good team and that everything would work out good at the end.
I promised myself that I would make you realize what a wonderful thing marriage can be. I told myself that once we knew each other good enough, we would be united forever and ever. As soulmates. And then, a few weeks after our honeymoon you went away to go on a training trip.
*Ok*, I told myself, *let him have his fun. At least he will be happy and, at last, he will certainly come back pretty soon...*.
Six months later you came back and I swear to you I will never ever forget that look on your face as I gave you the answer to your question as you asked me why my stomach had gotten so big.
Two days later you were away again, on another training trip.
I accepted this as I reckoned that you, my dear Son Goku, were only happy when you were away amd free to do whatever you wanted to do.
I think I never mentioned that you took my heart with you, every single time you went away. Or the countless hours I spent with doing anything that helped me to keep off worried thoughts. Or the pain it caused me to be away from you. I just don't know how often Son Gohan asked me where his daddy was. I always used to tell him that he was preparing to save the world. Pan-chan asks me nearly as often as Son Gohan used to at her age when you are going to come back. I always assure her that some day you are coming to see her, just as you promised. I'm telling her too that you are preparing to save the world and the universe.
Although now I think that this is not completely true. I know for sure that you simply can't stand to see anyone get hurt and that all you want to achieve is that everyone can live a happy free life. But truth be told, I think that you were waiting and training too for the next opponent you could fight in order to test your increasing strength and fighting abilities.
However, every time you went away, the pieces of me you took with you got bigger and bigger. And although I knew always that you would return in the end, the pain you inflicted me by taking away those parts of me with you got bigger and bigger too.
Son Goku, my beloved husband,
I'm so sorry that I obviously couldn't be the wife you deserved. Maybe it would have been better if I had always trained together with you. If I had gotten stronger and stronger too.
But, as you know, I'm just a human being and the maximal capacity of my strength is, in comparison to yours, very limited and so infinite incredibly small. Only thinking about how strong you are now is giving me a headache. You could probably pulverise the whole planet just with a tip of your little finger. You are probably mightier than the ruler of the universe or even than the almighty creator himself by now. Maybe I should call you Son Goku-sama now?
I'm sorry that I never was the fighter-wife you deserved to have.
I'm sorry that I sometimes held you back from going on just another training trip.
I'm sorry that I convinced you to marry me without making you realise what you were getting yourself into.
I'm sorry that I was not able to give you true happiness.
My dear Son Goku,
all the things I said at our marriage still apply for me. You still are the beat of my heart, the air of my breath and the light of my life. My love for you steadily grew with all those years and is still growing today. I love your great golden heart, the appreciation you're feeling towards anything alive, your innocence, your tenderness, your... there are so many more things, but to write them all down would take more time and paper than I have the strength to use right now. You're probably not even interested in them.
But I absolutely couldn't stand it if you came back to me just to leave me again after just a few days. It would break my heart completely.
So I decided to get away from this house I used to call 'home'.
Do not come and look for me.
Most of the happy memories I have are in one way or another linked to you, my dear beloved husband. I cherish them and they are what makes my life worthwhile. I will be happy just to know that you are somewhere out there, either training or having a good and hard fight. I know you will always win and even if you don't, that you will be happy that there is someone stronger than you and that you have the prospect to fight him later again with a better chance of winning the fight.
Our two sons are great young men and I love them as much as I love you. I thank you so much for giving me the chance and honor to be their mother.
Go and train, Son Goku. Make me happy by being happy yourself. I will tell myself that you will maybe once or twice think of me. And maybe some of your thoughts will be nice ones. I like to tell myself from time to time that maybe you loved me once. That maybe you love me even today.
Since I'm not one of the strongest figters in the universe, I think I will hardly be allowed to keep my body up there in the next sphere so we will probably never ever see each other again.
You are really free now.
No one will ever love you as much as I did, do and always will do.
Goodbye.
Forever.
ChiChi
Son Goku sat in the kitchen and read the letter again and again, somehow unable to understand exactly what it was that ChiChi was telling him here. He couldn't comprehend how she could tell him that she loved him more than anything else and at the same time leave him like that with only a letter telling him the reasons. And as the sun set and the night claimed its right to rule this part of the world for a while, he still sat there, trying to think of what to do next.
Now that she was gone like that he began to get an impression of the pain she was speaking of. He was absolutely unable to never ever see her again. The pain in his heart got stronger and although he was used to physical pain, he guessed that this one wouldn't go away with munching a senzu bean. He tried it still. Of course it didn't work.
She wanted him to stay away from her. Little did she know that this was impossible for him.
He loved ChiChi. Truely and dearly. Thinking back now, Son Goku tried to remember if he had said this even once, the marriage vow not included. Yes, there were some really nice moments they had had together and he had told her that he loved her one time or another. He realised that he wanted to drown into his wife's beautiful eyes and say those words again and again. That he wanted to make her smile. That he wanted to make her laugh. That he wanted her to be truly happy.
Son Goku cursed himself for not having done all of that much more often. So many lost opportunities and chances...
Would it be better to respect her wish? Or would it be better to go and look for her? Who of his friends would be able to give him advise? Would anyone actually want to give him advise? Weren't the statements in the letter clear enough? Was it all too late now?
He tried to get up several times but somehow, for the first time in many many years, didn't find the strength to do so. All his strength had mysteriously left him for some time. Somehow this letter had hit him harder than any of his opponents had ever done.
As the sun rose the next time to climb over the sky, it peeked carefully through some clouds into the former home of Son Goku and his family and saw how he touched his forehead with his index and middle finger and vanished.
The dust slowly settled down again and covered every single spot in the empty desolate house as it had for the last two years.
***
We never said
Our love was evergreen,
Or as unchanging as the sea -
But please promise me,
That sometimes,
You will think of me.
***
THE END
Author's notes
That was short one, I know. And although there is no action, no plot and no...
uh... well... everything, I hope you liked it a bit. And if not, than maybe you
want to tell me why not.
If you liked this story, maybe you want to read my other ones at here, at fanfiction.net or at animexx.de.
My e-mail-address is:
ThorstenSyring@web.de
von Thorsten
There are some short stories screaming in my head to be written and this is one
of them. And it's a little bit different to the usual mushy-waffy-romance-stuff
I'm usually writing.
This story is set after the end of the manga. Although I know that (in Anime)
there is Dragonball-GT following, I have never seen it and I only know that some
people like it and some don't. I don't know any of GT and so here is a small
impression of what might have happened after the end of the manga.
I nearly forgot: I do not own Dragonball. Same goes for the song 'Think Of Me'
from The Phantom Of The Opera. And I'm not making any money with this!!! ^_^
Enough rambling. On with the story!
Dust In An Empty House
***
Recall those days,
Look back on all those times,
Think of the things we'll never do -
There will never be a day,
When I won't think of you...
***
"Tadaima!"
Son Goku stood in the doorframe of his family's house, astonishment written all over his face. His intentions of telling his family of the progress Oob had made in his training completely left his consciousness. Something was not right here. Something just didn't even feel right here. Confused he entered the house.
"Chi-chan? Son Goten? I'm home!"
He went into the living room. Everything seemed to be just as always. Nothing seemed to have changed since the last time he had been here. All things were where they were supposed to be. Nothing was broken and everything was tidy and clean... except for the dust being everywhere.
That really made Son Goku wonder what was going on here. ChiChi never ever let dust into her house. He used to joke that even in ChiChi's absence dust did not even dare to come into their house because it was scared of the wrath of the almighty dust-extinguishing ChiChi. Now it seemed as if anyone cared any longer about dust.
Slowly Son Goku began to make some connections. If dust was everywhere around...
and ChiChi wasn't... than that meant...
Frantically he began to search through the house, finding not even a single trace of his family. Then he knew what had struck him earlier as being strange. The aura of the house was... empty. He couldn't sense even a faint echo of his wife's or his son's ki anywhere around. But that was strange. Why shouldn't they live here anymore? And no vacation would take that long to give dust so many opportunities to conquer and claim the house.
At last he came to rest at his favourite place: in the kitchen, a place usually full of memories of excellent and, even better, much food. Now the only thing the kitchen was full of, was this strange empty and desolate feeling which seemed to accompany the dust. At last Son Goku saw a letter being put at the refrigerator with a magnet. Two words stood on its envelope.
*Son Goku*
He immediately recognized his wife's immaculate and tidy writing. He opened the envelope carefully and, after sitting down at the kitchen-table, he read what the letter had to tell him.
My dear beloved Son Goku,
I guess you've found the letter now. I've put it at the refrigerator because I figured that you would come to look here first.
I'm sorry that I have to tell you this that way, but it's not as if I really would have had another choice... since... you decided to leave me... again.
I realize now that there is nothing what you like more than a good fight. And I know what I'm meaning when I say 'nothing'. After all you are a fighter to the core and heart. I know that you were just following your nature when, after extinguishing one of the world's (or was it universes? It seems to be always something like this...) greatest threats, you decided to go and train Oob, who is, as I have been informed, some kind of reborn Boo.
I want to tell you that I'm incredibly sorry, my husband.
I forced you into this marriage without completely realizing that you did not have even a hint of a clue what you were getting yourself into. But I couldn't help myself. Only Dende may know why, but I fell hopelessly and completely in love with you all those years ago. And I thought that I would be able to make you happy. Especially after our quest for the magical fan and then a solution to quench the fire at my father's castle, I really thought that we were a good team and that everything would work out good at the end.
I promised myself that I would make you realize what a wonderful thing marriage can be. I told myself that once we knew each other good enough, we would be united forever and ever. As soulmates. And then, a few weeks after our honeymoon you went away to go on a training trip.
*Ok*, I told myself, *let him have his fun. At least he will be happy and, at last, he will certainly come back pretty soon...*.
Six months later you came back and I swear to you I will never ever forget that look on your face as I gave you the answer to your question as you asked me why my stomach had gotten so big.
Two days later you were away again, on another training trip.
I accepted this as I reckoned that you, my dear Son Goku, were only happy when you were away amd free to do whatever you wanted to do.
I think I never mentioned that you took my heart with you, every single time you went away. Or the countless hours I spent with doing anything that helped me to keep off worried thoughts. Or the pain it caused me to be away from you. I just don't know how often Son Gohan asked me where his daddy was. I always used to tell him that he was preparing to save the world. Pan-chan asks me nearly as often as Son Gohan used to at her age when you are going to come back. I always assure her that some day you are coming to see her, just as you promised. I'm telling her too that you are preparing to save the world and the universe.
Although now I think that this is not completely true. I know for sure that you simply can't stand to see anyone get hurt and that all you want to achieve is that everyone can live a happy free life. But truth be told, I think that you were waiting and training too for the next opponent you could fight in order to test your increasing strength and fighting abilities.
However, every time you went away, the pieces of me you took with you got bigger and bigger. And although I knew always that you would return in the end, the pain you inflicted me by taking away those parts of me with you got bigger and bigger too.
Son Goku, my beloved husband,
I'm so sorry that I obviously couldn't be the wife you deserved. Maybe it would have been better if I had always trained together with you. If I had gotten stronger and stronger too.
But, as you know, I'm just a human being and the maximal capacity of my strength is, in comparison to yours, very limited and so infinite incredibly small. Only thinking about how strong you are now is giving me a headache. You could probably pulverise the whole planet just with a tip of your little finger. You are probably mightier than the ruler of the universe or even than the almighty creator himself by now. Maybe I should call you Son Goku-sama now?
I'm sorry that I never was the fighter-wife you deserved to have.
I'm sorry that I sometimes held you back from going on just another training trip.
I'm sorry that I convinced you to marry me without making you realise what you were getting yourself into.
I'm sorry that I was not able to give you true happiness.
My dear Son Goku,
all the things I said at our marriage still apply for me. You still are the beat of my heart, the air of my breath and the light of my life. My love for you steadily grew with all those years and is still growing today. I love your great golden heart, the appreciation you're feeling towards anything alive, your innocence, your tenderness, your... there are so many more things, but to write them all down would take more time and paper than I have the strength to use right now. You're probably not even interested in them.
But I absolutely couldn't stand it if you came back to me just to leave me again after just a few days. It would break my heart completely.
So I decided to get away from this house I used to call 'home'.
Do not come and look for me.
Most of the happy memories I have are in one way or another linked to you, my dear beloved husband. I cherish them and they are what makes my life worthwhile. I will be happy just to know that you are somewhere out there, either training or having a good and hard fight. I know you will always win and even if you don't, that you will be happy that there is someone stronger than you and that you have the prospect to fight him later again with a better chance of winning the fight.
Our two sons are great young men and I love them as much as I love you. I thank you so much for giving me the chance and honor to be their mother.
Go and train, Son Goku. Make me happy by being happy yourself. I will tell myself that you will maybe once or twice think of me. And maybe some of your thoughts will be nice ones. I like to tell myself from time to time that maybe you loved me once. That maybe you love me even today.
Since I'm not one of the strongest figters in the universe, I think I will hardly be allowed to keep my body up there in the next sphere so we will probably never ever see each other again.
You are really free now.
No one will ever love you as much as I did, do and always will do.
Goodbye.
Forever.
ChiChi
Son Goku sat in the kitchen and read the letter again and again, somehow unable to understand exactly what it was that ChiChi was telling him here. He couldn't comprehend how she could tell him that she loved him more than anything else and at the same time leave him like that with only a letter telling him the reasons. And as the sun set and the night claimed its right to rule this part of the world for a while, he still sat there, trying to think of what to do next.
Now that she was gone like that he began to get an impression of the pain she was speaking of. He was absolutely unable to never ever see her again. The pain in his heart got stronger and although he was used to physical pain, he guessed that this one wouldn't go away with munching a senzu bean. He tried it still. Of course it didn't work.
She wanted him to stay away from her. Little did she know that this was impossible for him.
He loved ChiChi. Truely and dearly. Thinking back now, Son Goku tried to remember if he had said this even once, the marriage vow not included. Yes, there were some really nice moments they had had together and he had told her that he loved her one time or another. He realised that he wanted to drown into his wife's beautiful eyes and say those words again and again. That he wanted to make her smile. That he wanted to make her laugh. That he wanted her to be truly happy.
Son Goku cursed himself for not having done all of that much more often. So many lost opportunities and chances...
Would it be better to respect her wish? Or would it be better to go and look for her? Who of his friends would be able to give him advise? Would anyone actually want to give him advise? Weren't the statements in the letter clear enough? Was it all too late now?
He tried to get up several times but somehow, for the first time in many many years, didn't find the strength to do so. All his strength had mysteriously left him for some time. Somehow this letter had hit him harder than any of his opponents had ever done.
As the sun rose the next time to climb over the sky, it peeked carefully through some clouds into the former home of Son Goku and his family and saw how he touched his forehead with his index and middle finger and vanished.
The dust slowly settled down again and covered every single spot in the empty desolate house as it had for the last two years.
***
We never said
Our love was evergreen,
Or as unchanging as the sea -
But please promise me,
That sometimes,
You will think of me.
***
THE END
Author's notes
That was short one, I know. And although there is no action, no plot and no...
uh... well... everything, I hope you liked it a bit. And if not, than maybe you
want to tell me why not.
If you liked this story, maybe you want to read my other ones at here, at fanfiction.net or at animexx.de.
My e-mail-address is:
ThorstenSyring@web.de