Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Eternal Resurrection ❯ Waning Lies ( Chapter 4 )

Eternal Resurrection

Written by dracostarhome

 

Story Description: You should have already read it :3

Disclaimer: DBZ is the property of Akira Toriyama-sama. I don't own DBZ, just this fan fiction.

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WARNING: Story rated `R' or `X'. Will include strong language, fight scenes, lemons, yaio, MPREG, and others may be added later... So if you don't like any of those, don't read! If your under 18, you should not be reading these either... unless your mature enough to handle it.

 

DON'T FLAME ME BECAUSE YOU CAN'T READ A WARNING EITHER!

 

 

 

Eternal Resurrection

Chapter Four: Waning Lies

 

“I think I might know a way to tell Goku,” Bulma said into the phone.

 

On the other end Chichi had just finished folding the laundry and had dropped the receiver into the clothes basket. Quickly snatching it back to her ear, Chichi had to keep from chocking out her reply.

 

“How?”

 

“Well I think if I were able to manage it, I think I could get Vegeta to tell him.”

 

“Why would I want Vegeta to tell my husband, that he is no longer my husband?”

 

“You said you didn't have the heart to tell Goku yourself right?”

 

Chichi sighed into the receiver hearing the static in her own ear. “I know, but even thou I don't want to, I still should be the one to tell him, and not Vegeta. I needed you to know for my own support. Vegeta shouldn't be the one to take the heat.”

 

“Think about it this way, either way Vegeta would be able to help control Goku. Have you ever seen them two together? I've noticed that Goku seems to lighten up around Vegeta. Something happened between them along time ago.”

 

“So I've noticed...”

 

Bulma bit her lip. She knew just as well as Chichi did that Goku and Vegeta had become closer friends ever since their defeat of Kid Buu. Because of that incident, Goku just seemed inseparable from Vegeta.

Even with all of Goku's other friends, none were as close as those two. Friends were people who could be there for you when needed. Goku told her long ago that he felt that even his “friends” weren't really friends... but only close acquaintances.

 

“Bulma?”

 

Bulma hadn't even realized that she hadn't said anything for a few minutes. “If you won't tell him, have his best friend tell him. At least its coming from someone he still trusts.”

 

“I don't wanna burden him with that, Bulma. I need a way for me to tell Goku myself. Besides I don't want Vegeta to know anything about it unless I have to.”

 

“Vegeta already knows.”

 

“Bulma! You said you wouldn't tell!” Chichi shouted into the receiver. “You're the only one I told!”

 

Bulma held the receiver away from her ear. Even with the space between the phone and her ear that she gave, she could still hear Chichi clear and plain.

 

“I didn't tell him, he already knew!” Bulma told her friend while still holding the phone away from here ear. Before she could explain any further to Chichi, she heard a knock at her office door.

 

Bulma looked up from her desk. A tall woman peeped her head into the doorway. “Ma'am?”

 

Bulma quickly slammed the receiver down quickly silencing Chichi's ranting. “Yes, Jenna?”

 

Jenna had walked into the room. “There is a Son Gohan waiting for you?”

 

“OH! Yeah, send him in!”

 

“Yes, Ma'am.” Jenna said ducking her head back into the hallway. Gohan entered shortly after, closing the door behind himself.

 

Bulma walked around the side of her desk. “Gohan, how good to see you. Thanks for coming!”

 

Gohan blushed as Bulma wrapped her arms around him. “Good to see you too, Bulma.”

 

“Well, I wish I knew it was you outside waiting. I just hung up on your mother.”

 

Gohan's eyes went wide. “Mother is NOT going to like that.”

 

“Yeah, but she needs it handed to her every once in a while,” she said snickering. “Would you like something to drink?”

“Bulma, I'm sure you didn't call me to come all this way to offer me something to drink.” Gohan said; curious over why Bulma had called him here.

 

Bulma motioned to the chair mated to her desk. Gohan taking the hint sat down. The chair giving a slight moan as his weight became acquainted with it.

 

“I need you to do something for me. You and your brother are good at getting Vegeta to give you info about the Saiyan race, right?”

 

“Usually.” he answered.

 

“I need you to ask him about something for me. He won't tell me and I've all but kicked him out of the house for not telling me.”

 

“Take away his food.” Gohan said jokingly.

 

“I tried that.” Bulma said. “I ended up causing more work for my father and me then I did from getting information.”

 

“I was kidding... Did you really do that?”

 

“Sure.” Bulma told him. “In return I got a hole in the kitchen wall and robot parts that I can't rebuild from the original parts! Anyways, we're getting off topic.”

 

“All you want me to do is ask Vegeta something.” Gohan said trying to help her back on topic. “So what am I asking?”

 

Bulma motioned to the laptop sitting on her desk. “I wanna show you what was on one of our computers. We don't yet know how it got there.” She picked the laptop up and walked around to Gohan's side of the desk. Plopping it in his lap, she continued walking to the door.

 

“Take a look at that, I'm going to place a dinner order with Jenna. We may be here a while.”

 

***

 

“Thanks for the help!”

 

“Of course.” Vegeta replied.

 

Goten picked up the poster. All the eraser waste fell to the floor. “Now lemme' get this straight, one last time.” He said rolling the family tree up. “In order to explain the deaths of my family, I'm going to be stretching the truth. I just don't mention that my dad died, and I say that the rest of my family died during one of the past wars.”

 

“The Ragna War to be exact. It's lucky that the war occurred around the same time here on Earth. If you just say `a war,' then your teacher should get a big head thinking he is trying to correct you and will say the name of the war for you. Since you never said it, then you never lied and your mother can live happy knowing her boy doesn't lie.”

 

Goten rolled his eyes. “If it weren't for you, I would have had to lie on the poster and if she found out, she surely would have been mad.”

 

“And if you had gotten an `F' for not filling out your fathers side she would have been mad too.” Trunks pointed out.

 

Goten nodded his head. Sometimes you just couldn't win with Chichi. Everything had to be her way. Looking back at Vegeta and Trunks, he had to wonder how Vegeta was able to stand being around them and not really anyone else what with everyone grinded his nerves all the time.

 

“Now then,” Vegeta said standing up. Walking over to Goten, he clasped his hand onto the young boys shoulder.

 

Faster then a hummingbirds wings, Vegeta curled his fist, energizing it with Ki. Before Goten could even think about reacting, Vegeta took his fist and rammed it straight into Goten's stomach.

 

“Hu-ghh.” Goten gasped out, falling to his knees. Wobbly arms slowly covered his stomach as the pain seemed to swell like a tide to the injured area. Leaning forward Goten managed to lay into his own arms while trying to rub them slowly back and forth over his stomach in an attempt to rub out the pain.

 

“WHAT THEY FUCKING HELL DAD!” Trunks said running to his friends side. Putting his arms on Gotens shoulders, he attempted to pull the other boy up back to his feet. But Goten refused to get up just yet.

 

“The boy tried to erase the memory of his family by putting made up names on that paper.” Vegeta explained with a melancholy voice. Sadness came from him in waves as he said it. It pained him to even think about it.

 

Trunks looked up at his father as he kneeled down beside of Goten as well. “Frieza smothered their spirits, destroyed their lives both mentally and physically. He murdered every last one of us to the brink of extinction. That Ice-jin bastard even went so far as to try and make us forget about our own families and past friends.” Vegeta said glancing down at Goten.

 

“He beat us until we could no longer remember who our own mothers names were. I still can't remember her name because I hadn't used it in so long. If we were ever caught mentioning anything about the Planet Vegeta-sai, then we were put into isolation, beaten without the use of the regeneration tanks, left stranded desolate planets with no food, locked away from light...” Vegeta tok a moment to get a new breath. His words almost choking him into silence.

 

“Frieza tried to separate us and turn us against each other. In some ways it worked. Nappa and I grew apart. He no longer cared for me the way he had when we were younger. He eventually stopped caring about Raditz and myself and had started his own agenda working in Frieza's army. He became one of them. I vowed to help him end it.”

 

“You both are too damn lucky to remain friends as long as you have. Raditz never was able to stay friends with anyone. Nappa or myself either. We all stopped trusting outsiders because any information we use to give, was used against us.” Goten stopped rubbing his stomach and attempted to give his full attention to the prince. Anything he said about the Saiyan race was an important matter to the prince no matter what was going on around him. It was an honor to even hear about them.

 

“Even with our scouters, we had to be careful not to use an open frequency. Raditz found an unused channel so that we could talk amongst ourselves. But only in our dead language.” Vegeta smirked at this. “We could tell each other anything we wanted. Saiyans never allowed anyone who wasn't Saiyan born to learn our language.”

 

Goten glanced up with his full attention now on the Saiyan Prince. Vegeta took notice of this. “I helped on this project because the memories of your family should not die out with me.”

 

Sliding his arm under Gotens shoulder for support, he lifted Goten back onto his feet. Trunks mirroring him on Gotens other side. Lifting the boy from off his legs, Vegeta carried Goten to the couch to rest off the attack.

 

“You are going to feel that for a little while yet young blood. Next time you don't understand about something, ask around more then once before giving up and making things up.” Vegeta lectured. “How dare you insult your family be trying to erase them from your past. Just because that baka of a father of your doesn't remember anything about his race doesn't mean you shouldn't!”

 

Vegeta gently placed the boy down. Vegeta made his way to the kitchen door. “I'll be back to check on you later.”

 

After his father passed through the door, Trunks looked back at Goten. “Remind me to never fudge my school projects ever again either.”

 

***

 

Goku made his way back to his home two hours after the sun settled. Now that it was down, the night air became cold to the lonely Saiyan.

 

“I can't wait to ask Chichi for a new baby,” he said out loud. When the house came into view, he could see one solitary light on in the house. The grass seemed to crunch under his feet as thou it were dead. Even thou it had recently rained again, the ground just absorbed it like a sponge, leaving little for the local plants.

Closer to the home he could see Chichi sitting on the couch not looking at anything. Walking past the side of the house to the front door, he entered in without making a sound. He left the door open to allow some of the fresh air to revive the stale air within his home.

 

The dark house seemed darker then he had ever remembered it being. Even with the moon light from outside shining into the windows, the place just had an eerie quite to it.

 

Even when he walked into the livingroom where Chichi seemed to stare at a fixed point on the wall. The light seemed darker too. As if the bulb were getting ready to burn out.

 

“Chichi? Why are there no lights on in the house? Did the fuses blow again?”

 

Slowly Chichi looked over to Goku. “Goku, you are a sweet man. Did you know that?”

 

Not really understanding what his question about the darkness had to do with his nature, Goku walked into the room and sat down beside his wife. Her eyes never leaving that spot on the wall. Goku looked her over. He had known that she had been crying even before he stormed out that morning.

 

Taking her hands into his own, he pulled her close to his chest. She leaned down as he leaned forward. Resting his chin atop her forehead, she seemed to break down once again. Tears ran down her pale cheeks.

 

“You were gone so long, Goku.” She said sobbingly.

 

Hugging her closer to himself, he gently started rocking back and forth to comfort her. “Just since this morning, Chi-chan.” He knew she loved it when he called her that.

 

Eyes trailing from off that spot, Chichi looked at the man who now was trying to comfort her. Gently she leaned backwards out of his hug. Goku seemed hurt at the loss of contact with Chichi. His eyes telling her so.

 

Leaning forward he went to place a chaste kiss upon her forehead. Leaning back further still, she reached her hand up and placed it upon his chest; the fabric of his shirt feeling as soft as ever. Even thou she was looking at his face, she dare not look him in the eye. Instead her eye's fell upon his lips.

 

Pushing him to sit back down, she placed her hands back upon her own lap. Clamping them down onto the fabric of her dress, she curled them closed upon the material.

 

“Goku, I've asked Bulma for her help with something. So far together, we haven't come up with the way to tell you.”

 

“Tell em what, hon?” Reaching forward he wiped away her tears that continued streaming down her face.

Choking back her sobs, she looked Goku in the eyes. “After the Cell Games, you were pronounced dead.” Goku nodded his head to show her he was with her so far.

 

“How should I put this,” She said. Wiping away her own tears, she forced herself to stop crying. “Do you remember that teapot father gave us for our wedding, how beautiful it was when it just came out of the box?” She watched as he nodded his head again, but even it was more slowly then his first nod.

 

“Our family is like that teapot. It was the best thing when it was new. We made lots of tea.” smirking at this, her face flushed a little red. Goku on the other hand had cocked his head to the side slightly at the confusing words she had just spoken.

 

“After a while, we stopped making tea, the tea bags got used up, and the pot was put away in the cabinet. Then Gohan had accidentally dropped it making a bog crack in it? Well every time you died, your effect on this family was like that crack. The mess you left behind kept getting bigger and harder to fix.”

 

“Chichi, I've lost your meaning...” Goku said hoping she could make it easier to understand and to come out with what she wanted to say.

 

Sighing she got up from the couch. Lifting a little box off the mantel, she turned back around and gave it to Goku. Taking it from her outstretched, he looked at the box.

 

It was an old wooded box he had found in her village near the castle where her father lived. The latch was broken and in normal lighting it was blue. In the surrounding light, however, it seemed as black as ebony. He remembered when he gave her that box. It was his wedding gift to her.

 

Opening the box, he peered inside. Laying upon the small boxes insides were the words he carved into it at their reception with the steak knife:

 

“I vow to love, honor, and cherish you. Till death do us part.”

 

He had been told by the preacher to recite those words and that they were suppose to mean exactly what they said. Goku looked back at Chichi. “I carved that in there because I thought it would be romantic,” he said. A smile gracing his lips as he told her that.

 

“But you broke that promise to me a long time ago.”his smile instantly vanished. Before he could say another word, she continued in a bittersweet voice. “Your death nulled our marriage.”

 

Dropping the wooden box to the floor, he could only stare at her. The box closed with a dull thud. Had he heard her right? `So, we're not married anymore?'

 

“Then we'll get remarried. Renew our vows!” Goku said his voice full of hope. “That would be just as romantic, right?”

 

Chichi's eyes roamed down to the floor. “Goku, that would be romantic. But...”

 

“No `buts.' Lets get the entire gang together and we can start planning he said hopping off the couch. “Come on it'll be fun. I bet you can still wear your mothers dress.”

 

Chichi tried to gain his attention, but it was becoming increasingly difficult once he started telling her about the food he would like to have this time instead of all that finger food at the last one.

 

“Goku!” He turned his hope filled eyes at her. Clutching at her chest, as if trying to hold her heart were it was, “We arn't going to get married.”

 

Goku face faulted. “But you said we wern't married anymore right? Why shouldn't we get married again? If all that made us un-married was my deaths, then it stands to reason that we should get remarried, then life can go as it always has for us right?” He stated to her. “And then we could try for another kid. I was thinking about that on the way over here.”

 

Chichi walked over to him, taking his hands just as he had her only moments ago. “Goku.” She said as she lead him over to the couch, her walking backwards leading the way.

 

“I can't marry you.”

 

Goku's heart started to feel a little funny in his chest. Almost like it had just after the androids showed up. His heart started to pinch together, tightening, clamping upon itself. Her hands on his own had grown warmer to the touch as if his own body grew colder.

 

“Why not?” He forced out. Even his voice had grown weaker after those few little words had been spoken.

 

“I don't wanna be hurt again. I still love you. I really do,”she said giving his hands a little squeeze. She had felt his hands grow cold too. “I never stopped loving you. I just can't stand to go through that again. Each time you died and came back, we all had to adjust to you, and what you wanted from us. Again and again. We all still love, you, but I can't let you hurt us again. The boys will understand. You will too in time. This way we can both be happy.”

 

Tears had begun to form in he own eyes now; rarely had he ever cried. “Goku, I know that when we were 5 years old, my father gave my hand to you in thanks for finding Roshi. And when We were 18, I made you keep your childhood promise of marrying me. I saw a long time ago, that that was not fair. And to you I give you this as a way for saying sorry...” She slipped a little envelope into his hands. How she had gotten it there without Goku knowing was beyond him.

 

“Chichi, I don't want this, I want you.”

 

“Goku, we can't.” She said firmly to him. “I will ask Bulma to help you make arrangements for new living quarters. It is no longer appropriate for us to live together now that you know.” Turning around she left the room before she could begin another round of tears. Goku's own tears had started falling down his check. `I'm not married? No more children? No more living with my wife?” His heart was practically tearing into a million pieces just under his chest.

 

His stomach started heaving up the fish from earlier, and he raced out of the house, the door slamming shut on its own as he ran into the dark night. He had thought his house was dark, the night sky seemed to have clouded up in the hour he had just spent with his wife. The moon and stars no longer visible.

 

“Will they ever be again?”

 

Braced against an old oak tree, Goku's stomach heaved everything out upon the base of the trunk. The tree trunk, unable to absorb it, only managed to splatter it back out upon Goku's boots.

 

Still leaning over the tree trunk and not taking notice, Goku continued until all that racked over him was painful dry heaves. His stomach acid had burned his esophagus to the point where the Saiyan couldn't even swallow what little moister his mouth was able to produce.

 

Struggling back up to a straight posture, Goku begun powering up. If Chichi no longer wanted him around, then he would grant her this last thing, and make himself scarce. Taking off into the night sky, Goku could sense something off in the distance.

 

Vegeta had sensed Goku's chi and had begun fluctuating his own chi in response. Goku sensed that it was just like before all those months ago. Tears flowed down his face at the remembrance of what had transpired at his home tonight.

 

`No, that's not right. Its no longer home.' Goku thought to himself. `It would never be home again.'

 

Flying at top speed he just wanted to get as far away as he could. `Never,' he vowed, `will I be hurt again.'

 

To Be Continued...

 

 

 

Authors Note: September 1st, 2007

 

Did you really think I would let Goten get away with insulting Saiyans everywhere by not knowing his true heritage?

 

Also, I'm sorry fans of Goku, but I had to hurt him in order for the story plot to get under ways... now it is going to be interesting from her on out. If you have read the story description, then you know what is coming... its that start of the dragonball searching... ^_^ You'll love me soon I promise!

 

My teachers would love me right now, too. I could never really quite get a grip on that whole foreshadowing thing, but since I have the time to actually consider all this stuff, I can see it now....

 

One thing I never got is why teachers try and explain to us why an artist/writer made their pieces all about how they are feeling at the moment and make us explain in an essay why the artist or writer gave a rose black to his sweat heart. “It's because their sad.” They tell us. “When the writer wrote this story he was sad during its creation...” blahblahblah.

 

How about this for an explanation teacher? MAYBE THE ARTIST JUST LIKE THE COLOR BLACK AND A BLACK ROSES DOESN'T ACTUALLY EXIST IN NATURE THERE FOR PRESENTING HIS LOVE WITH SOMETHING JUST AS RARE AS HIS LOVE FOR HER!

 

Like I said, they would be so proud of me.

 

On a separate more on logic/less on topic note: I remember reading on Vchans website on her picture, she has this cool saying that I just couldn't help but add somewhere. I don't wanna put it in my fic, because then it would be stepping over toes, but I didn't wanna make a comment about it...

 

Quote: “Master of the obvious, defender of duh.” - Vchan

 

^_^ dsh