Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Orbitanium ❯ #1 ( One-Shot )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Dark_Warrior_Saarielle 
Enjoy, It's why I write!
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Romance | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 11.26.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 568 | Status: Completed
Enjoy, It's why I write!
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Romance | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 11.26.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 568 | Status: Completed
A/Note: This is a G/CC fic. It's done to the AWESOME song by 'The Police': Every Breath You Take.' Chichi and Gokuo spend some 'alone' time with each other before the Cell games.
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~^~ Every Breath You Take ~^~
She stared at him, lounging casually on the couch, from the doorframe. Her head was beginning to hurt from the corner it was rested on but her eyes wouldn't allow her to move. He wasn't sleeping but his drooping eyelids and evening breaths told her that he was coming close to doing just that. She was so proud of him but it didn't make it hurt anyless.
~^~ Every move you make ~^~
His left arm twitched slightly causing her eyes to jump from his face down to the offending appendage. Contrary to what many onlookers might think, Chichi understood why he went. There was a desire burning within him running through his blood into his very being. The desire to be the best, to fight until his body couldn't take it any longer, to protect those close to him, his friends and family. She knew and understood because the same desire burned deep within her as well.
~^~ Every bond you break ~^~
She finally turned away back to the dishes sitting idle in the luke-warm dish water. Chichi dug her hands into it and began to visciously attack the crusted-on grime. She had once been a fighter, a proud one at that. Her father used to call her his little warrior. But, once she married other priorities took their place. Cooking, cleaning, being a good wife to Gokuo was all that mattered anymore. And once she had Gohan she became more submersed in the daily duties of a housewife and avvid mother. How she missed the thrill of battle. The punches, flurries of kicks, whirlwind movements, the pure adrenaline fueling you. But now..Chichi wiped away a solitary tear. She had given her life totally to her family now. That was all that mattered.
~^~ Every step you take ~^~
Warm, masculine arms encircled her tiny waist locking like a vice. She didn't jump in shock. Chichi knew who it was instantly and she smiled.
"Have a nice nap, Gokuo-sa?" He chuckled airily into her ear sending shivers up and down her spine.
"I guess. Arigatou for that. I've been tired." Gokuo pressed her body tighter to his trying to savor the moment.
"Chi-chan..If anything happens to me, Everything will be ok."
Chichi's eyes welled up at the thought but she pushed them away as best she could. Turning around in her husband's arms, She straightened his white shirt and smoothed it over with her hands.
"Don't speak that way Go-sa. You'll be fine. My two warriors are the toughest in the Universe. No genetically engineered freak is going to destroy them." With that, She planted a chaste kiss to his cheek and went back to her dishes.
~^~ I'll be watching you ~^~
Now it was Gokuo's turn to study his wife. In the means of hiding his observation, He picked up an apple out of the fruit bowl on the counter. He bit into the sweet confection. Chichi was one tough cookie, He thought with a humorous smile. She could take anything with bravery and courage. Her personality could sometimes be demeening but that's just the way she was. Gokuo learned to live with it. It was only fair. She learned to live with his responsibilites. He knew, somewhere deep down, Chichi hated seeing him go and never return, only to find out he was training longer than expected or was dead once again.
~^~ Every single day~^~
Gokuo knew that it hurt her but he had no choice. A long time ago, when fighting Furiiza, It occured to him. He didn't have a clue what he would do if Chichi or Gohan should get killed. It was his reason for fighting. When he had married Chichi he had no idea of 'love'. For Gokuo love was a warm meal every day and a good spar. But when Gohan was born, the true meaning of the word took hold in Gokuo's simple mind. Love was the attatchment between he and his wife. Love was the little butterfly that paid his stomach a visit whenever he saw her smile at him. Love was that feeling of holding baby Gohan for the first time. Love was Chichi and Gohan.
"Gokuo..What are you thinking about?"
~^~ Every word you say ~^~
"Hmm? Oh..Stuff." Gokuo answered finishing the apple and throwing the core into the wastebasket. He walked over to his wife placing gentle hands on her hips.
"Chi..Aisheteru.."
The comment took Chichi off guard. Lately they hadn't had the time of day to even speak with each let alone say I love you. Chichi only smile though forgetting her intial shock.
"Aisheteru, Gokuo-sa." She buried her face into his shoulder cherishing the moments they held together.
"Sorry to ruin the moment, but where did that come from?" Gokuo smiled lovingly down at his wife. He wasn't surprised at her reaction. She was always the first one to say it and even then Gokuo would response with a 'Me too' or a 'Ditto!'.
"I just realized how much I love you Chichi. If something would ever happen to you, I'd die. I wouldn't be able to live."
"Oh Gokuo. Stop being silly."
~^~ Every game you play ~^~
"Silly? Chichi I'm serious." Gokuo pulled away astonished how she could take this so easily. Chichi smiled warmly before picking up her towel and drying plates off.
"I'll always be here Go-sa. I'm not going anywhere. I'll always be here waiting for you when you come back." She said it like it was a hardcore fact, like nothing else could ever prove it wrong. Gokuo watched his wife's back with dull shock. Chichi was never one to show emotion. He knew that well.
"But..I do think it should be the other way around. Gokuo, I know you think I'm strong. But..everytime you don't come home, A piece of me dies. I understand why you train all day long and go to fight. And it's painfully loving. I'm..I'm not sure how much more I can take."
Chichi turned around slightly but just enough to show Gokuo the tears in her onyx eyes. Before Gokuo could even register what he was doing, He grabbed hold of her and kissed her.
~^~ Every night you stay~^~
When it ended, She was crying more finally letting that barrier she had built cave in. His thumbs stroked the tears away to the side of her face while his eyes searched hers.
"I promise you..I won't die in this battle Chi-chan. I'll come home with our son and we'll live happily ever after." Chichi shook her head sadly and set down the towel. She moved away from Gokuo leaving the confused Saiya-jin to stare dully at the ivory white of the stove top. From the corner of his eyes, He saw her let her hair down and walk outside to the patio. Gokuo followed.
~^~ I'll be watching you ~^~
"Why?" Gokuo asked out into the night. Chichi didn't make a move to stand from the wooden chair. She just stared into the stars eyes glassy from tears ready to be released.
"There will always be others to replace Cell. There will always be battles Gokuo. That's life. There is no way around it. Please..Don't promise me things you can't keep."
Gokuo sat across from her. He stared down at his green jeans for a moment before looking up at her beautiful face.
"I just won't fight."
She scoffed and turned to stare him directly in the eye. "Please Gokuo. It's *in* you. The urge to satisfy your desire to fight. It's like a candle that no wind can fan out. I know because it still burns within me as well. I miss it Gokuo and it kills me even more to know my son and husband are out on the battlefield and I'm not. I'm a background prop on a stage, Gokuo. Kami knows how much I miss the thrill. I hate it..It eats away at me like acid. I can't get it out of my mind."
Before she could finish, A fist whizzed by her head. Chichi shrieked out slightly before jumping up. Gokuo was smirking, something he only did when he had something up his sleeve.
Immediately he began a barrage of kicks and punches all which Chichi could duck or dodge without much drama.
~^~ Oh can't you see, You belong to me, How my poor heart aches with every step you take ~^~
Chichi smiled through her tears once she realized what the onslaught was for. With renewed vigor, Chichi sprang upon Gokuo. The spar continued for a few more minutes before each collapsed in the others arms laughing hysterically.
"Man Chichi you pack a mean right hook!"
"Really? I haven't practised since I was 21." In the moonlight, Husband and wife sat together staring into each other's eyes drowning in the very essence of merely being together. Of merely being next to each other.
Without much thought, Chichi closed her eyes and leaned in. She captured Gokuo's lips with her own smiling as Gokuo responded by winding his hands around her face. Her own fingers became tangled in his wild black mane.
They pulled away slightly before rubbing noses. Half-lidded eyes stared into each others before another break-taking kiss was embarked upon.
~^~ Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I'll be watching you ~^~
When the second finally ended, Chichi hugged her husband fiercely. Gokuo leaned his chin upon her ebony hair. They sat just like that for a few minutes before Chichi pulled away and looked back into Gokuo's eyes.
"Gokuo. Promise me two things..Please."
"Anything."
"Promise me you and Gohan will come home safely. Promise me, Gokuo-sa."
"Do you really need an answer?" His cocky 'Son' grin crawled on his face earning him a flush from Chichi. However her serious look ruffled Gokuo's playful mood.
"Cross my heart, hope to die." Chichi winced slightly at the mention of death but soon she overcame it. Gentle, as if afraid to touch him, She placed a hand over his heart. Her index finger created an X over the spot and directly in the middle she placed a kiss.
"For good luck, My Gokuo-sa." Gokuo smiled and scooped his wife up in his arms. Carefully he entered their home and locked the door walking slowly up the stairs to their bedroom..
* * *
Chichi stared at the empty spot on her bed while her TV raged on and on about the mysterious warrior fighting with Cell. His imprint was still there even in the pillow. The sheets were mussed from their lovemaking the previous night. Even now she sat, curled in the white linen, completely nude.
Her black hair spilled around her shoulders giving her ivory skin a sickly glow. Tears had spilled from her eyes and now were drying on her cheek. She didn't remove them.
Everytime Gokuo was hit or injured, Another tear would slip from her eye until she was sobbing and clutching the sheets tightly.
He had promised her he would come home so why did she feel so helpless?
Suddenly the TV announcer's voice disappeared and the picture went to static. Chichi's head snapped up and forgetting her nudity she barreled towards the television. She banged on the screen tearfully begging it to bring her Gokuo-sa back. Soon the empty house was overcome with her mournful wails..
* * *
~^~ Every Breath You Take ~^~
She stared at him, lounging casually on the couch, from the doorframe. Her head was beginning to hurt from the corner it was rested on but her eyes wouldn't allow her to move. He wasn't sleeping but his drooping eyelids and evening breaths told her that he was coming close to doing just that. She was so proud of him but it didn't make it hurt anyless.
~^~ Every move you make ~^~
His left arm twitched slightly causing her eyes to jump from his face down to the offending appendage. Contrary to what many onlookers might think, Chichi understood why he went. There was a desire burning within him running through his blood into his very being. The desire to be the best, to fight until his body couldn't take it any longer, to protect those close to him, his friends and family. She knew and understood because the same desire burned deep within her as well.
~^~ Every bond you break ~^~
She finally turned away back to the dishes sitting idle in the luke-warm dish water. Chichi dug her hands into it and began to visciously attack the crusted-on grime. She had once been a fighter, a proud one at that. Her father used to call her his little warrior. But, once she married other priorities took their place. Cooking, cleaning, being a good wife to Gokuo was all that mattered anymore. And once she had Gohan she became more submersed in the daily duties of a housewife and avvid mother. How she missed the thrill of battle. The punches, flurries of kicks, whirlwind movements, the pure adrenaline fueling you. But now..Chichi wiped away a solitary tear. She had given her life totally to her family now. That was all that mattered.
~^~ Every step you take ~^~
Warm, masculine arms encircled her tiny waist locking like a vice. She didn't jump in shock. Chichi knew who it was instantly and she smiled.
"Have a nice nap, Gokuo-sa?" He chuckled airily into her ear sending shivers up and down her spine.
"I guess. Arigatou for that. I've been tired." Gokuo pressed her body tighter to his trying to savor the moment.
"Chi-chan..If anything happens to me, Everything will be ok."
Chichi's eyes welled up at the thought but she pushed them away as best she could. Turning around in her husband's arms, She straightened his white shirt and smoothed it over with her hands.
"Don't speak that way Go-sa. You'll be fine. My two warriors are the toughest in the Universe. No genetically engineered freak is going to destroy them." With that, She planted a chaste kiss to his cheek and went back to her dishes.
~^~ I'll be watching you ~^~
Now it was Gokuo's turn to study his wife. In the means of hiding his observation, He picked up an apple out of the fruit bowl on the counter. He bit into the sweet confection. Chichi was one tough cookie, He thought with a humorous smile. She could take anything with bravery and courage. Her personality could sometimes be demeening but that's just the way she was. Gokuo learned to live with it. It was only fair. She learned to live with his responsibilites. He knew, somewhere deep down, Chichi hated seeing him go and never return, only to find out he was training longer than expected or was dead once again.
~^~ Every single day~^~
Gokuo knew that it hurt her but he had no choice. A long time ago, when fighting Furiiza, It occured to him. He didn't have a clue what he would do if Chichi or Gohan should get killed. It was his reason for fighting. When he had married Chichi he had no idea of 'love'. For Gokuo love was a warm meal every day and a good spar. But when Gohan was born, the true meaning of the word took hold in Gokuo's simple mind. Love was the attatchment between he and his wife. Love was the little butterfly that paid his stomach a visit whenever he saw her smile at him. Love was that feeling of holding baby Gohan for the first time. Love was Chichi and Gohan.
"Gokuo..What are you thinking about?"
~^~ Every word you say ~^~
"Hmm? Oh..Stuff." Gokuo answered finishing the apple and throwing the core into the wastebasket. He walked over to his wife placing gentle hands on her hips.
"Chi..Aisheteru.."
The comment took Chichi off guard. Lately they hadn't had the time of day to even speak with each let alone say I love you. Chichi only smile though forgetting her intial shock.
"Aisheteru, Gokuo-sa." She buried her face into his shoulder cherishing the moments they held together.
"Sorry to ruin the moment, but where did that come from?" Gokuo smiled lovingly down at his wife. He wasn't surprised at her reaction. She was always the first one to say it and even then Gokuo would response with a 'Me too' or a 'Ditto!'.
"I just realized how much I love you Chichi. If something would ever happen to you, I'd die. I wouldn't be able to live."
"Oh Gokuo. Stop being silly."
~^~ Every game you play ~^~
"Silly? Chichi I'm serious." Gokuo pulled away astonished how she could take this so easily. Chichi smiled warmly before picking up her towel and drying plates off.
"I'll always be here Go-sa. I'm not going anywhere. I'll always be here waiting for you when you come back." She said it like it was a hardcore fact, like nothing else could ever prove it wrong. Gokuo watched his wife's back with dull shock. Chichi was never one to show emotion. He knew that well.
"But..I do think it should be the other way around. Gokuo, I know you think I'm strong. But..everytime you don't come home, A piece of me dies. I understand why you train all day long and go to fight. And it's painfully loving. I'm..I'm not sure how much more I can take."
Chichi turned around slightly but just enough to show Gokuo the tears in her onyx eyes. Before Gokuo could even register what he was doing, He grabbed hold of her and kissed her.
~^~ Every night you stay~^~
When it ended, She was crying more finally letting that barrier she had built cave in. His thumbs stroked the tears away to the side of her face while his eyes searched hers.
"I promise you..I won't die in this battle Chi-chan. I'll come home with our son and we'll live happily ever after." Chichi shook her head sadly and set down the towel. She moved away from Gokuo leaving the confused Saiya-jin to stare dully at the ivory white of the stove top. From the corner of his eyes, He saw her let her hair down and walk outside to the patio. Gokuo followed.
~^~ I'll be watching you ~^~
"Why?" Gokuo asked out into the night. Chichi didn't make a move to stand from the wooden chair. She just stared into the stars eyes glassy from tears ready to be released.
"There will always be others to replace Cell. There will always be battles Gokuo. That's life. There is no way around it. Please..Don't promise me things you can't keep."
Gokuo sat across from her. He stared down at his green jeans for a moment before looking up at her beautiful face.
"I just won't fight."
She scoffed and turned to stare him directly in the eye. "Please Gokuo. It's *in* you. The urge to satisfy your desire to fight. It's like a candle that no wind can fan out. I know because it still burns within me as well. I miss it Gokuo and it kills me even more to know my son and husband are out on the battlefield and I'm not. I'm a background prop on a stage, Gokuo. Kami knows how much I miss the thrill. I hate it..It eats away at me like acid. I can't get it out of my mind."
Before she could finish, A fist whizzed by her head. Chichi shrieked out slightly before jumping up. Gokuo was smirking, something he only did when he had something up his sleeve.
Immediately he began a barrage of kicks and punches all which Chichi could duck or dodge without much drama.
~^~ Oh can't you see, You belong to me, How my poor heart aches with every step you take ~^~
Chichi smiled through her tears once she realized what the onslaught was for. With renewed vigor, Chichi sprang upon Gokuo. The spar continued for a few more minutes before each collapsed in the others arms laughing hysterically.
"Man Chichi you pack a mean right hook!"
"Really? I haven't practised since I was 21." In the moonlight, Husband and wife sat together staring into each other's eyes drowning in the very essence of merely being together. Of merely being next to each other.
Without much thought, Chichi closed her eyes and leaned in. She captured Gokuo's lips with her own smiling as Gokuo responded by winding his hands around her face. Her own fingers became tangled in his wild black mane.
They pulled away slightly before rubbing noses. Half-lidded eyes stared into each others before another break-taking kiss was embarked upon.
~^~ Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I'll be watching you ~^~
When the second finally ended, Chichi hugged her husband fiercely. Gokuo leaned his chin upon her ebony hair. They sat just like that for a few minutes before Chichi pulled away and looked back into Gokuo's eyes.
"Gokuo. Promise me two things..Please."
"Anything."
"Promise me you and Gohan will come home safely. Promise me, Gokuo-sa."
"Do you really need an answer?" His cocky 'Son' grin crawled on his face earning him a flush from Chichi. However her serious look ruffled Gokuo's playful mood.
"Cross my heart, hope to die." Chichi winced slightly at the mention of death but soon she overcame it. Gentle, as if afraid to touch him, She placed a hand over his heart. Her index finger created an X over the spot and directly in the middle she placed a kiss.
"For good luck, My Gokuo-sa." Gokuo smiled and scooped his wife up in his arms. Carefully he entered their home and locked the door walking slowly up the stairs to their bedroom..
* * *
Chichi stared at the empty spot on her bed while her TV raged on and on about the mysterious warrior fighting with Cell. His imprint was still there even in the pillow. The sheets were mussed from their lovemaking the previous night. Even now she sat, curled in the white linen, completely nude.
Her black hair spilled around her shoulders giving her ivory skin a sickly glow. Tears had spilled from her eyes and now were drying on her cheek. She didn't remove them.
Everytime Gokuo was hit or injured, Another tear would slip from her eye until she was sobbing and clutching the sheets tightly.
He had promised her he would come home so why did she feel so helpless?
Suddenly the TV announcer's voice disappeared and the picture went to static. Chichi's head snapped up and forgetting her nudity she barreled towards the television. She banged on the screen tearfully begging it to bring her Gokuo-sa back. Soon the empty house was overcome with her mournful wails..