Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Eternal Resurrection ❯ Structures ( Chapter 3 )

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Goku had decided to sleep on the couch ever since Chichi had come home from her dressed up outing. That was a few months ago. Every night she would go into their room, close and lock the door behind her.

Sure Goku could have just teleported into his own bedroom if he wanted, but Goku couldn’t help but feel that if Chichi had wanted to be left alone, it was her choice. So instead he chose to sleep on the couch every night since then.

‘But for three months?’ Goku thought to himself. He had woken up early every morning and had went for walks. He would return just as Chichi woke up and started making breakfast.

Goku sensed that, for some time, Chichi just seemed not her old self. He had tried to talk to her about what was wrong and was intent on listening to her, but her response was the same as it always had been.

“Goku, I just don’t want to discuss it at the moment.” He had been waiting three months; how long was he going to have to wait?

It wasn’t just conversations he was missing out on. He was also missing his time with his wife who together vowed to be with one another till death. He missed hugging her. Holding her. Kissing her.

Thus the other reason for his early morning walks. They weren’t just walks. Most the time he had a date with his hands.

“Goku?”

Goku looked up form his thoughts. Looking around the table, he noticed that both his wife and son were looking at him oddly. “Dad, are you okay?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“You haven’t touched your breakfast yet. Mom put it under your nose five minutes ago.”

Looking down at the eggs, he gathered his fork and slowly started to eat them. Sure enough, they had grown cold during his daydream.

Chichi deciding he was okay, had begun eating her own plate. Goten looked between his father and his mother. He knew his father had been sleeping on the couch, but he still didn’t know the reason behind this. He wanted to know just as much as his father, but his father didn’t seem to have the answer, so he figured his mother was the one who had instigated the separation between them.

The family continued their mum meal with no one saying a word. City morgues had more life to them it seemed. Goten was the first to finish and had excused himself from the table and started getting ready for school.

“Bye Dad! Bye Mom! I’m going over Trunks house after school, we’re doing a poster of our family trees. Bulma agreed to help us.” He explained while hoping form one foot to the other in an attempt to straighten out his shoes and not fall over at the same time.

“Don’t stay out too late.” Chichi cautioned her youngest. “Why didn’t you ask us for our help? I mean after all it is my family you’ll be doing the tree on.” She said.

Goten started fidgeting with his jacket zipper seeing as how the tongue wouldn’t slide over the teeth. Goku just glanced up from his own meal he had yet to start on.

“Excuse me?”

“Goku, you don’t expect Goten to be able to know anything about your side of the family do you? You don’t even know your parents names let alone your families history.”

“I know I have a brother named Raditz.” Goku said with more effort in his voice then he had meant.

“Raditz...?” Goten trailed off.

Chichi put her fork down, and facing Goku more. “That’s not what I meant and you know it. The teachers are not just going to accept that you were raised by one man in the wilderness. But I also don’t see them accepting the fact that you’re an alien from outer space whose family died at the hands of some white naked freak who use to terrorize the universe.”

Goku slouched in his chair and slammed his fork down bouncing it off the table and falling to the floor with a loud clank. He had enough and couldn’t take it. Goten looked at his father and wished he hadn’t said anything about the project.

Goku folded his hands across his chest and pouted. It wasn’t his fault he had fallen when he was a year old and lost his memory in the accident. He had tried for years to try and remember who his family was when he was a child. He just didn’t know. He never told anyone that either.

Getting up from the chair, Goku stormed out of the house without another word.

Goten had never seen his father just leave like that. ‘He didn’t even finish his breakfast!’ Goten though looking at the table. Looking at his mother next he decided to speak his mind.

“Mom, you do know that’s not fair for Dad, right?”

“It’s mearley an excuse!” She said brushing off the whole subject.

“An excuse for what?!” Goten said raising his own voice.

Chichi looked sharply at her youngest. “Don’t you take that tone with me. Your father is a dead beat dad. He has never taken care of you. He only plays with you like you’re a new toy. He’ll get bored with you one day too, then you’ll see what I had put up with for the past twenty some odd years! He left me twice so that he could go on those ridiculous adventures of his...”

“...In order to save the planet!” Goten finished for her. How dare she call his father a ‘dead beat’ “What the hell does my family tree project have to do with how Dad and his entire family DIED! The only thing that would change is a good excuse for my teacher to believe as far as why most of my Saiyan relatives have the same death day and how my father has two death days of his own as well as being restored to life twice.”

Chichi looked taken back. She had never had Goten yell at her like that. Gohan had raised his voice at her when he decided he wanted to go to Namek to help resurrect Piccolo. But not her youngest. Goten never spoke to her like that. Never in his life.

Looking down at her unfinished breakfast, she just picked up her fork and started pushing her eggs into her bear meat sausage. She knew that she had no argument and it wasn’t fair to yell at Goku, she knew this. She also knew that it wasn’t fair to take out her frustration on her son, either.

“You’re going to be late for school.” She said softly. Tears began welling up in her eyes as they had for the past three months. Something was going to break and it was going to happen soon, she could feel it.

Vegeta tried to decipher the letter for Bulma as best he could. Being able to speak many languages doesn’t mean there are words that can be translated to both languages. Saiyans had words that you would not find in an Earth dictionary just as words could not be translated back.

Bulma nodded her head at the message as Vegeta tried to interpret as best as he could. But there was one passage he didn’t want to translate for her. She kept pointing it out, but he refused to translate it for her. By the end of the third month of having the letter, Vegeta couldn’t take it anymore. Bulma had tried non-stop to think of ways to make him tell her without resorting to torture devises.

She shut off his Gravity Machine, but he had become so use to it being shut off as a threat to him, it didn’t bother him as much as she thought it would.

Bulma had come up with a better plan and she insisted her mother not interfere at all. As kind hearted as her mother was, Bunni tended to get carried away when it came to helping Vegeta.

She had the clean-bots stop cleaning his room, ignore his meal request at dinner time and even stop washing his dirty clothes and bath towels. He had gotten so use to having all these things done for him, she thought for sure she would have him finish translating that letter by the end of the week.

Boy had she been wrong. Vegeta usually kept a clean room, and never minded it when the robots never cleaned it. She doubted that she could have gotten him with that idea, but it didn’t hurt to try.

She thought for sure she would have him with the dinner-bots. But after two meals of havening the robots dismiss his meal order, she had her work cut out for her to rebuild those robots again, seeing as how Vegeta used them as his own personal play dough. She had a tough time trying to separate which parts went with which robots and it was even harder to find replacement parts for the older models. The holes in the kitchen walls didn’t exactly help much either.

She didn’t realize that the clothes washing thing was an extremely bad idea until Vegeta had shown her what he thought about that.

Dr. Briefs was showing some new clients around the lab and Bulma was assisting by explaining certain components of each new Capsule Corporation creation. As she was starting to explain the new calibrations to each new model of the capsule designs, Vegeta had made his big entrance into the lab.

Bulma was telling the clients about the new chip inside the Capsules when all of a sudden the clients seemed not to be interested in her anymore, but rather what was behind her. Bulma suddenly curious as to what could be the new excitement was, turned around and was met by the face of the Saiyan Prince.

“You told me you would fix the GR today, Onna!” He growled at her.
“Later...” she gritted out. Only then did she actually notice why everyone was staring at her prince instead of at her.

Bulma had forgotten the one aspect of Saiyans and their general natures. They weren’t shy about anything. Not even their own body. She new Goku didn’t mind but she thought that, that was due to his wilderness upbringing. However, she never figured her Saiyan Prince to be a nudist either.

He was letting it all be known. Head, neck, shoulders, abs, and yeas, even Prince Jr. was presented in this fashion.

Bulma’s face immediately turned red. Shoving the prince backwards towards the exit, she quickly excused herself from the lab and shoved him with as much effort as she could muster.

Vegeta allowed Bulma to push him only till they were out of the lab and in the private hallway that connected the lab to the main living area of CC. Once they were out of site, he stood firm as Bulma was still trying to push him further back, he wouldn’t allow another inch be moved by his body.

“WHAT THEY HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING! YOU ASSHOLE! We have new clients we’re showing around! How do you think their going to react to that little episode of your Vegeta!” She said yelling as loud as she dared considering there were in fact clients in the next room.

Vegeta smirked at this. “Well, I would say from the look of the one onna ‘client’, she was rather impressed. With everything.” he gloated. “Besides I didn’t have anything to wear.” he replied.

Bulma had for a moment forgotten that it was in fact her own fault for Vegeta’s current wardrobe or lack there of.

“If you had told me the rest of the letter, I wouldn’t have withheld those things frmm you!”

“That particular part of the letter is only for my eyes! You should be grateful that there I even translated any of it to you seeing as how the letter was addressed to me in the first place.” He said still smirking. It didn’t matter if he lost this verbal battle, he still had the war won.

“And your naked ass is only for MY EYES!” she rebutted back. Her temper losing itself while staring at his tanned flesh. “I just want to know what the rest of the letter says.” She said. She didn’t want to give up, but she knew that if she had any chance of learning hat that letter said, she would have to submit herself in order to gain that information.

‘Or would I....’ she thought.

“You know what Vegeta, I think I have an extra pair of clothes of yours in the back of my closet.” She told him.
‘She’s up to something.’ Vegeta told himself. ‘I just know that whatever it is, I’m not going to be liking it. She had some brass balls to come up with not feeding me or clothing me. What else could she possibly do to me to make me give that information up?’ he thought smugly.

Bulma was still smirking at him as he walked away to get those clothes. He didn’t like being out in the open as much as Kakarott did, but he still enjoyed a little fresh air on his nethers just like anyone else would.

Still knowing Bulma was up to something, he couldn’t shrug off the feeling of trying to want to figure it out. Grabbing the spare clothes from Bulma’s closet, Vegeta began to dress in the clean clothes trying to figure out what Bulma was planning.

Goten landed on the Capsule Corporation private backyard just as Trunks blue ki was approaching from the distance. They both had to go to different schools because of where they lived, but they still both got out of school at the same time.

Goten walked over to the backdoor and let himself in. Since the Briefs family and his own family had been long time friends he was allowed to come and go whenever he wanted. He even had his own private guest room set up seeing as how he was always over here.

Going to the living room he set up for his family tree project. “Hey Goten!” Trunks said as he entered the room. He was just as eager to learn more about the family of his best friend.

“Hey. Where you wanna start?”

“The fridge. I hate school lunches. They should rename them to ‘school snakes’ as small as they are.” Trunks pouted.

“Sounds like a plan.” Goten smirked. Trunks walked over to the intercom and summoned one of the kitchen’s chef bots to come take his order.

A bot arrived just as Trunks sat down to start working on the tree. Trunks looked at the floating bot and started laughing.

“Trunks, what the hell happened to that robot?” Goten asked looking at the little bot. Normally the bots were around the size of a basketball and just as round. This one on the other hand was missing its armor platting, and many wires were sticking out of its body.

“I forgot. Dad demolished them. Don’t be surprised if you get the wrong order.”

“What? Why would Vegeta destroy on of these guys? If Mom had one of these to make the meals around the house, she would probably shine it up if it were able to make enough food for the three of us.”
“Mom was trying to get Dad to tell her something about this encrypted letter they found on one of our computers. He won’t tell her about something in the letter, and she is trying to force the info out of him.”

Looking puzzled, Goten leaned back over his project. Trunks gave their order to the little chef bot and sent it back to the kitchen. Trunks picked up an old looking book from in front of Goten.
“What’s this?” He asked while examining the book carefully.

“That’s my mom’s half of the families tree.”

Trunks eyes bugged out. “Dude, it’s a whole book!” Flipping through the pages, he discovered that it was a book with hundreds of blank pages.

“That book has been handed down for generations according to my mom. Every generation fills in the new births and deaths of the family. Not all of it is complete though, but it should still get me an ‘A’ for my moms half.”

“What are you going to do about your dads half?”

“ I’m just going to add names. My teacher isn’t going to know one name from another.” Goten said in a matter-of-factly tone.

Trunks rolled his eyes. He knew people got away with that all the time, but it didn’t make sense to him to have a 90% accurate mother side and a bull shit father side. But you can’t explain a alien related mass homicide to a teacher.

Together both boys sat talking and laughing for a while. Just as they were almost finished with their project, the bot re-entered the room to signal that the meal was ready for the boys.

“YAY DINNER!” They both shouted leaving the room.

Vegeta chose that moment to walk into the room also heading for the kitchen. He glanced down at the stuff scattered across the living room coffee table.

The top of the poster board reading “The Son Family Tree.” In the center of the poster, a tree was neatly drawn. Branches coming out from the base of the trunk, each branch with its own little branches expanding out towards the edge of the poster board.

Curious as he was, he couldn’t help but turn the poster so that it faced him. Each side of the tree had branches labeled under its families. On the right side of the tree the branch coming from the trunk was labeled “Gyu-Mao Family.”

Vegeta located Chichi’s name quickly on the map. Scrolling his finger he read each of the families names, taking notice that many names were repeats but had different years under birth and death dates.

“How odd that have such short life spans,” he said calculating each ones life years. Tracing his finger back to Chichi’s name, he scrolled over to find Goku’s name. Vegeta faulted for a moment.

Scanning up Goku’s side of the tree, all the names were wrong. Dates that didn’t make sense were there. Names he had never heard a Saiyan called were marked down. ‘Of course the boy doesn’t know his family tree. Kakarott doesn’t either.”

“Hell, even Raditz’s name isn’t on here.” Vegeta scowled. Noticing a pencil laying beside the poster, Vegeta quickly snatched it up. Erasing all the names and branches that were drawn on the left side of the poster, Vegeta began to immediately to fill in the gaps.

Goku swam as close to the shore as needed when he felt his feet touch the bottom of the muddy pond under his feet. Walking the rest of the way, he slowly revealed that he was dragging something along for the walk.

Goku came from out of the pond glistening as the evening sun glared off his wet skin. Beads of water rolled down his back as he climbed out. Behind him the water rippled in response to the item he was dragging slowly back to shore. As if it were coming out breech, a blue fin broke the surface of the water.

The fish was still alive. It tried to flick its tail this way and that in hopes that the thing that had a hold of it would let go, but to no avail. The creature that held it by its tail wasn’t letting this catch go.

Goku lifted the fish out of the water and placed it over his shoulder drowning it in the dead evening air. The fish gasping for water as it slowly ceased its struggling against the warm back it was laying on.

Goku had barely eaten breakfast that morning and by afternoon he was starving for something to fill his empty stomach. Letting the fish slide down his back once he reached his camp fire, he walked a little distance into the woods to find several peculiar sticks.

Two of them were shaped like long tailed Y’s. And a third stick was just long enough to hold the fish over the fire. Once he set his fish up properly on the spits, he aimed his hand at the dug out earth where he had placed some firewood earlier in the day. Flames sprouted from the impact and slowly grew higher licking the fish slowly.

As he watched his fish cook slowly, he couldn’t help but think how good of a provider he was, even if he no longer had a family to hunt for. Goku knew Chichi could cook whatever he brought home, but she preferred the grocery store more and had tons of food stock piled in the cellar.

Goten and Gohan were both old enough that he didn’t have to hunt for them anymore, either. He was glad that they were able to hunt on their own just like he had when he was a cub, but he still felt lonely. Some how he felt that he wasn’t ready to stop having more children. He still felt needed and wanted to become a father again.

“Maybe I should ask Chichi for another cub?” Goku said to himself. To him, he felt that he could have many more children with his wife, if she would only let him. ‘My home is practically empty, but it should be full,’ he thought to himself.

Smiling he couldn’t help but think, ‘I’ll ask her tonight. Maybe we can work out whatever made her mad at me. It would be great to have another cub.’

Goten and Trunks came back having stuffed themselves to the brink. As they walked into the main living room, they both noticed immediately that Vegeta was sitting down at the poster and was marking down things on top of their work.

“VEGETA! WHAT THE FUCK!” Goten shouted.

Vegeta turned around to see his rivals youngest dashing towards him looking more at the poster then at him.

“What?” Vegeta asked sensing that Goten wasn’t really picking a fight, just rather angered for some reason.

Trunks walked up behind his friend and glanced down at the poster. One half of the Son Family Tree had been completely erased and was now filled in with less names.

Goten having slammed his hands down over the poster, glared at Prince. “Vegeta, this is a school project, you had no right to touch this.”

“BOY! HOW OLD DO YOU THINK I AM!” Vegeta roared at Goten. Goten didn’t back down. They had known each other for a long time and had gotten use to each others outburst. Although Vegeta had a thousand more outbursts the Goten ever had.

“Goten, look!” Trunks said trying to defuse the fight that looked like Goten was ready to start. “This is all accurate.”

Goten faulted for a moment and glanced down at the poster. Sure enough all Saiyan names had been filled in. “Are these right?” Goten asked. His anger dissipated like the wind.
Vegeta heard the excitement in the cubs voice and he relaxed back to normal as well. “Yes.”

Trunks looked between his father and the poster board. “How are you so sure?”

“Raditz and I spent lots of time together growing up. We talked about all kinds of things. Our family clans were one of them. I tried my best to put their dates of births and deaths in your planets years instead of mine. Otherwise it would have looked like your uncle died at the ripe ‘ol age of 5.”

Goten looked down at the tree. “Raditz... he’s my Uncle?”

“Hai.”

“These guys have interesting names.” Trunks began reading the names of the Saiyans out loud. “Raditsu, Bardock, Seripa, Basi, Orenimu... how did you remember someone else’s family tree?”

“Raditz and I made a game of it. We just use to get so bored while traveling in space. Sometimes our trips were short enough where we weren’t provided a sleeping draft, and long enough for us to become bored.” Vegeta explained leaning back over the poster to continue to fill out the trunk and branches he had erased earlier, this time connecting the new branches.

Goten and Trunks each grabbed up a pen and began inking in the new branches to make it permanent, all the while listening to Vegeta tell the boys all what he know about Raditz and Bardock, seeing as how he knew them personally.

I wrote this in a day... that makes me feel VERY happy ^_^ I just had to take another day to proof read it before I posted it. And since I have gone back over it on another day to proof read it, I noticed that I forgot what Evil plan I was going to have bulma do to Vegeta... ^.^’ Oops... Ah well, it’ll come back to me I’m sure. That swhy I usually right ideas down, but I just have sooo many sticky notes... I should be being paid by “Post-It” for the amount I use. I practically advertise for them ^_^

I finally got my roll back. I figured out how to get to the next chapter without a road block in the center of my forehead.

When my friend read this, she thought that the whole reason for Goku wanting to resurrect Raditz was to get the info on the family tree... I laughed at her and called her stupid. If he wanted that family tree info, I could have made it so that Goku IT’ed down to Hell to talk to his family in person... XD But that is not the reason for me wanting to do that ^^; That would also end my fiction rather abruptly.

I’m still trying to figure out what I wanted to put the letter and I also wanted to full around with writing it in an alien language and putting it on my DA page for some fun ^_^ Also so anyone can decipher it if they wanted to (just for fun.) Still debating if I’m going to do that...


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