Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ To Begin Again ❯ Parenthood & Painful Memories ( Chapter 6 )

To Begin Again, Part 6: Parenthood & Painful Memories

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*A Day With ChiChi A.K.A. Motherhood*

It was a perfect Saturday morning. ChiChi was taking a leisurely walk down the street of her youngest son's apartment building. Goten wasn't very good at cleaning after himself, so ChiChi came by every now and then to clean and do laundry. Her baby tried to give her money for it but she would refuse. ChiChi just missed taking care of her boys.

She looked as young as she did when ChiChi had Goten. No one believed that she had two grown sons. One just over forty. She was wearing a sweater over her usual attire. Her hair up in its customary bun.

Soon she was stepping in front of the apartment building's door. The doorman rushed to open the door for her as he greeted her, "good morning, ma'am."

Trying hard not to grit her teeth at being called ma'am, ChiChi smiled a hello. She entered into the posh entryway. It looked more like an upscale hotel's lobby where guest would check in.

She walked by tables and chairs set together in small clusters. Near corners set large planters with tall indoor trees and flowers. Sun light streamed through shear curtains to illuminate the room.

ChiChi made her way to the bank of elevators and pressed the up button. She saw young couples walking by out towards the door. It wasn't a long wait before a ding sounded and the elevator doors opened. Off stepped an elderly gentleman walking with the aide of a cane. Then out came a young woman with a dog on a lead. She smiled as she walked past ChiChi. When the elevator was empty, ChiChi stepped inside and pressed the button for the seventh floor.

There were ten floors to the whole building along with a basement and sub basement parking lot. ChiChi figured that Goten would be out somewhere on a day like this. Her youngest just loved the outdoors. He was so much like his father.

She had hated living in that forest where no one was around for miles. She found that city life suited her just fine. Quickly she got a job at the hospital in the admissions department, where she volunteered reading to patients, after her divorce. She was able to get herself a nice little loft in a quiet neighborhood with money that Goku had given her from one of his tournament wins.

She and he had argued for hours about the money. Goku insisted she take it so that she would be ok since they had been divorced. He told her how he was sorry to have always been leaving her alone in the past. And that her taking this money wasn't wrong; that she deserved a whole lot more than he could have ever been able to give.

ChiChi wasn't sure of what to do. She was a little scared about being all alone again; and in a big city, too. Then a sudden self-righteousness over came her. 'She was left alone to raise two young boys that both ate more food in one week than most families ate in a month. She was the one to make sure Gohan and Goten got a good education. If it were up to Goku they would have been karate bums like he and his friends. She did deserve that money.' Agreeing with her ex; she took the money and found the cozy little loft she now lived in.

A ding informed her she was at her chosen floor. Leaving old memories to rest in the back of her mind, ChiChi stepped out of the elevator when the doors opened. Walking down the carpeted hallway to her son's apartment ChiChi got out a key to the door.

With a turn of the key the door unlocked. She turned th knob and it clicked open. Pushing the door in she walked into the small entrance where a closet was for coats and such. Taking off her sweater ChiChi hung it up and she also set aside her shoes. She made her way to the small pale yellow decorated kitchenette and opened a bottom cupboard where cleaning supplies were located. Taking out two large sponges, bucket and tile cleaner from the assorted items.

She filled the bucket halfway with hot tap water and squirted in the soap for it to foam. When she was done with that she went to the small bathroom across from the coat closet. She quickly cleaned the white and hunter green tiled floor and shower. The green baroque patterned wallpapered walls were cleaned with long swipes from her other sponge that she submerged in hot soapy water from the bathroom's white porcelain basin. Dust was the only thing that was dirty about the commode. It was rarely used so it wasn't very dirty. She decided to head to the other bathroom that was connected to Goten's bedroom to clean that up with the still hot soapy water.

The livingroom separated the kitchenette from the bedroom. It was furnished with a small solid navy couch and two cornflower blue armchairs placed adjacent at both ends. Throw pillows decorated the couch in blue and white plaids and solids. A long cherry wood and glass topped coffee table was set in front of the couch. A large wooden entertainment armoire in the same finish was across from the couch. White carpeting went from wall to wall. Palest blue painted walls and white molding at the ceiling and floor. Paintings and photos were amid small assorted knickknacks Goten had collected over the years. She would be sure to straighten out the room and vacuum the rug later.

Making her way to the door she suddenly heard a strange noise. It sounded like someone was moaning. With a maternal gasp she set down the bucket and rushed to the door. As she was about to open it, ChiChi heard voices. One was her son and the other was his best friend, Trunks.

"Oh, Trunks. Do that again with your tongue. It felt so good." that was definitely Goten.

"You like it when I do that to your ear; don't you, koi?" Her eyes widen as the implications of what Trunks said kicked in.

'Oh my God! My son is gay?' She suddenly felt very hot standing there. Her head was beginning to spin about.

"I like everything you do, Trunks. I love you." Goten playfully replied.

"I love you too, Goten. Soon everybody else will know that. I promise." Trunks was heard walking back to the bed his lover was sprawled upon.

"Yeah, everybody. I'm just worried about what my mother will say." Goten didn't sound very sure. That got ChiChi's attention.

"I know you're scared about her reaction, koi." Unseen by ChiChi, Trunks wrapped his arms around his lover.

"It's just that her opinion means so much to me. She was the one who mostly raised me. Hearing her be ashamed of me... it's just too scary, Trunks. What if my mom never wants to look at me again? What if..." a sniffle was heard through the door, " what if she hates me. I know I'm not as great as Gohan, but I'm still her son. Right?"

"You just have to believe that your mom loves you more than any negative feelings she may have for us being lovers. And you're just as good as Gohan. Even better." Trunks reassured Goten.

"Yeah. I guess you're right. Moms should love their kids no matter what they may be." Goten was slowly feeling better being in his lover's arms.

"And you're the sexiest, cutest and sweetest person I know. Now lets go take a shower so I can show you just how sexy you are." They chuckled as the bed was heard creaking as they got up.

A slap on something fleshy was heard through the door. Then Goten shouted, "Trunks! Don't slap my butt! That's gonna leave a red mark, you baka."

"Sorry, baby. I just couldn't resist. You've got the cutest tush that I've ever seen." Then a door closed as they walked into the other bathroom. Soon water was heard running and some giggling as well.

ChiChi just couldn't believe what she just heard. Her son was in a relationship with Trunks. A homosexual one. Then what her son and lover said about her penetrated the mental fog of shock.

Her baby boy was afraid that she would hate him for being in love with a man. That she would never want to see or speak to him again. 'How can he possibly think that? I love him no matter what he may be. I'll miss not being a grandma again; but his happiness is more important. If Trunks makes him happy; then I'm happy, too.'

She was about to walk in and discuss this with the two men; but thought better of it. She guessed they wanted to be alone. She went back to the livingroom and picked up the bucket and took it into the little kitchen to pour out the contents and clean it out. The water was now too cool to wash anything.

Cleaning up and setting the things back into the cupboard took no time. When done ChiChi started walking to the hall closet and took out her sweater. She looked towards her son's bedroom door. Faint sounds of laughter could be heard in that direction. A smile graced her lips knowing that her baby had someone to love him. With a whispered "I love you, sweety" in that direction, ChiChi slipped back into her shoes and left the apartment.

ChiChi followed her way back to the way came until she finally was at the door of the apartment building. The doorman opened it again for her. "See you again sometime soon, Sam."

"Yes, Mrs. Son. You have a good day now." Sam the doorman tipped his hat in an old-fashioned good-bye.

ChiChi smiled back and exited through the door. With a deep breath of the cool morning air she started to walk towards her oldest son's home. She wanted to see how he was doing.

Raising his little girl alone since she was five was a bit hard for Gohan. Videl was a good mother to little Pan. And as she believed, a good wife. Her dying in that gas explosion along with her highschool friend and partner, Erasa, was a great blow to Gohan. Little Pan had cried weeks for her mommy.

The whole family tried their best to take care of them both. ChiChi had them move back into the house. Bulma had offered them all to move into the Capsule Corporation compound so there would be enough room for the family. They decided it would be best for Gohan since he would then be closer to the college and Goten would also be closer to his school.

Another bonus of them living at C.C. was that Pan was near her best friend, Bura. Playing and being with her friend was a great comfort for the little five-year-old. They would spend hours together. Some playing with their dolls others watching Goku and Vegeta training in the Gravity Room. They'd often be heard cheering on the two full blooded Saiyajin men.

When Gohan got the teaching position at the college he was able to afford a small house near the campus. They then moved out after a lot of pleads to stay from Bulma, her parents and Bura. Gohan had decided it was time they moved out and on with their lives. After that the rest of the Son family moved back into their mountain forest home.

ChiChi soon came to the corner of the street that Gohan lived on. Capsule and foundation houses scattered about along the street. Her eldest son's was a white regular house with a black shingled roof and black shutters beside the windows. The front door was a dark brick red. It looked like a Colonial Americana house. All it needed was a brass eagle over the door. It did have a brass knocker, though.

She walked passed a few of Gohan's neighbors before she finally got to his home. ChiChi hoped that she wouldn't have a repeat of the morning's eventful shock. She lifted the brass knocker and rapped it upon the door. A few seconds later came her son's voice, "just a sec!"

Footsteps sounded as they came closer and then the door opened. Gohan did not look a day older than he did when in college. In khaki pants and a white tee, he was holding a newspaper in his left hand. "Hi, Mom! It's good to see you. Come inside!" He greeted his mother as he let her inside the house. Gohan led her into the eggshell white painted livingroom. ChiChi took a seat on the low-backed pale yellow sofa.

Along with the sofa the room was furnished with a cream patterned area rug. Behind the sofa against the wall was a small wooden table in a maple stain. A vase of flowers was centered and beside that where family photos in frames. A still life hung above the table. Gohan bought that at a college art fair.

A leather chair in a rich buttercup set adjacent to the sofa. Across from the sofa was a small stone fireplace. In-between the sofa and fireplace was a low coffee table that matched the other by the wall. A huge bay window took up one wall. Yellow gingham curtains were tied back on both sides while a solid yellow valance hung down from the top. Pan had helped her father decorate the house when she was seventeen. The room always had a warm sunny feel to it.

"I'll go get us something to drink. Want anything, Mother?" Gohan set down the paper on the coffee table. A small assortment of science and literary magazines was splayed on the table as well.

"Iced Tea sounds nice. Do you have anything to nibble on? I just walked over from your brother's." ChiChi responded.

"Sure. Got some donuts and oatmeal nut cookies from the local bakery. They sound ok?" He asked his mother before leaving the room.

"Yes, dear." Chichi assured her oldest. She looked around the room as Gohan left to get the snacks and drinks.

Pan still lived at home with her father. She and Gohan kept the house nice and clean. ChiChi was glad to see that one of her boys kept a clean house. Even if it meant that he didn't need her as much as his brother still did at times.

Gohan soon came back into the room carrying a tray with tall glasses of Iced Tea and plates with assorted bakery goods. Setting down the tray onto the coffee table, and handing his mother a cold glass, Gohan sat down with his own beverage. "What brings you by today, mom? How have you been?"

"Just fine, dear. How was Thursday? Did things go well?"

"Yes. Piccolo picked a really nice tuxedo. It looks like it's from the eight-teen hundreds. Kind of like one of the style of formal suits from "Gone With The Wind" bit without the tails."

"I'm sure they will look great on all you guys. How was your brother?" ChiChi was trying to find out as subtly as she could if Gohan knew of Goten and Trunks' relationship.

"Weren't you just at his place, mom? Did you see him?" Gohan asked.

"I forgot my key. And since it's just a nice day; I figured your brother would have been out somewhere." She decided to lie until she was certain one way or the other.

"He seemed fine to me. Happy as always. Especially with Trunks around. Those two are really close. It's good he has such a close friend." Gohan apparently was clueless about his brother and his best friend.

'You have no idea just how close.' ChiChi decided it would be best to let Goten and Trunks voice the news of their being together. Changing the subject she asked, "and how was your father? Does he look like he's taking care of himself?"

Gohan thought of how his father looked when he found him near his childhood mountain home. For some reason he didn't feel his father's neglected appearance due to forgetfulness. I felt something was bothering his dad greatly. He wisely kept his suspicions to himself as he answered his mother. No need to get her involved with the situation. " Goten forgot to let dad know about the time to show up at Macabee's. Dad was still training when I went to find him. He was fine as usual when we got to the tailor's. Everybody was happy to see him after such a long time away."

ChiChi nodded as her eldest son spoke about his father. She wasn't surprised about her youngest's tendency to forget. He obviously inherited the trait from his sire. ChiChi did feel a pang of jealousy at the ease in which Goku was able to make friends. She decided to suppress it as she had done so in the past. "Who would have thought that Vegeta would be buying the tuxedos for Bulma and Piccolo's wedding?" ChiChi pondered out loud.

"I know, mom. We all were surprised when we heard that Vegeta was footing the bill. He even took us all out to lunch afterwards. And at a famous restaurant, too. Dietrich's, and in the private dining room." Gohan agreed with his mother. Vegeta wasn't well known for generosity. He thought of him as Mr. Scrooge when he was a boy. The flame haired man hadn't changed much. At least that's what he believed.

"Being the CEO of Capsule Corp. must give him quite the paycheck." ChiChi wasn't all that thrilled with the troublesome alien's good fortune. The money conscious woman then contemplated, "I sometimes wonder what he spends it all on. He lives on Capsule Corporation grounds in a house he got from Dr. Briefs."

"He does wear some fine suits. And he drives very expensive cars. Other than that, mom; I have no idea where his money goes. And nobody has the guts to ask him." Gohan related all the information he had to his mother. (Gossiping, aren't they?)

"How on Earth that man got a license is beyond me." ChiChi huffed in her characteristic superiority. "But it's the least he could do for Bulma. After all the worry and hurt he put her through."

Gohan decided it would be wise not to comment. His mother was a bit bitter at times about her own failed marriage. He would never say it to either parent; but they both contributed to the breakup. His father with his ever present childishness along with his nonchalant attitude; and his mother for her constant criticism and harping.

Thoughts of his own marriage came to mind. He would never admit to having made the mistake of marrying Videl. Especially after coming home one day to find her in their bed with someone else. Her police partner and highschool friend, Erasa.

*A Painful Past*

The blonde woman had given him a coy look as Videl stared at her husband wide-eyed and guilty. Seeing the thunderous look on Gohan's face had Erasa scrambling off the bed and hastily gathering her clothes to put them on their private bathroom. A few moments later she left the house with husband and wife staring at each other over rumpled sheets.

The argument that soon ensued was loud and devastating to both.

"How could you? In our house? In our bed? What if Pan had come home to see you two...? What the hell were you thinking? Obviously not me! Nor our marriage vows!" Gohan shouted at the still naked woman sitting on the bed.

Gohan had spent the past five years truly starting to love his wife. He knew they married too young. And manly because Videl had gotten pregnant during an intimate night together. It was just after a dangerous illegal animal trade raid with the Satan City P.D. on a very familiar circus owner as Saiya-man and Saiya-girl.

Videl splayed a hand threw her hair as she wrapped a sheet around herself. What she was about to say will hurt him and badly. "You and I both know we never should have gotten married. It was mostly your mother's pushing and prodding. Then when I got pregnant it just steam rolled from there. Erasa and I had been close for a long time. Way before you and I met. I had feelings for her long before you and I got together. I was just to scared to say anything. Then when Erasa and Sharpner broke up their engage; she told me why on that girl's night out she and I had. She had loved me for a long time. Since freshman year in highschool. She just acted all boy crazy to hide it. I tried to stay true to you and our marriage vows; honest, Gohan. But my heart eventually overruled my head. I'm sorry for hurting you, but I just can't deny that I love Erasa anymore. I don't know what to do, Gohan. It hurts. Loving you both; but her more while married to you. It fucking hurts!" Videl fell upon the mattress with a thud as she began to weep.

Gohan looked away from the sight. Deep in his own heart he knew she spoke the truth. He was just too hurt right now to admit it to her. And he knew looking at her would crumble his anger and that soon he would be comforting her. He turned around and left the weeping woman as he made his way out of the house. He needed to see someone he trusted. Someone he could talk to.

He flew to his father's ki location. He hoped that a good spar would exorcize the demons that were plaguing him. Luckily Vegeta was there as well and made the perfect target to take out his frustration.

After fully exhausting his anger, Gohan flew back home. He was now ready to talk things out, but Pan had just gotten back from an overnight stay with her best friend, Bura Briefs. Seeing his daughter so content to be home with her parents made him resolve to put his feelings behind him and focus only on her happiness. When Pan had gone to bed later that evening; he and Videl had a long discussion. They would not divorce. They would still live in the same house but not in the same bed any longer.

So, Gohan played the happy father and husband. Every night he would curse ever having met Videl Satan. Every morning when he saw his daughter he would bless having met her as well. Not once did he ever regret being the father to little Pan.

*Hi! I'm Home A.K.A. Fatherhood*

The return of his daughter brought Son Gohan back from his painful musings. His little girl, now a college aged young woman, could always brighten his blackest of moods.

"Hi, Daddy! Oh! Hi, Grandma! I didn't know you'd be stopping by. How have you been?" the very energetic woman dropped her bag by the stairs and flopped down on the sofa by her grandmother. Pan had on blue capris and a white tank. Over her tank was an old pale blue button shirt of her father's. Thick soled sneakers that matched her choice of colors adorned her feet.

"It's good to see you, dear. How has school been?" ChiChi happily chatted to her granddaughter. It was hard to believe the sweet little girl that worshiped Goku was all grown up and in college.

"Oh, it's been fine, I guess. These summer courses are almost as killer as those in the regular semesters. Got a test next Tuesday in my Language Art class. Luckily Bura is coming over later to help me study. She has a test on Monday for her Business Ethics class. She wanted me to help her with that." Pan rambled on about her and her best friend's academic careers.

This was the first time Gohan had heard about Bura coming over this afternoon. "Bura is stopping by today? You didn't tell me about it, miss."

Her father had suddenly acquired that strict tone all parents have just when they are about to lecture their youngsters. "Sorry, Dad. With all the studying and you teaching summer classes for Literary Classic Format; I just haven't gotten the chance to tell you about Bura coming by for a study and cram fest."

"What no you mean by "telling" me?"

"Uh, asking?" Pan tried to suggest an alternative to her poor choice of word.

Five minutes went by of complete silence. Gohan staring down his daughter while she tried to give him her own patented version of puppy eyes. ChiChi just nibbles away on an oatmeal cookie; proud that her eldest son hadn't gotten that free hand of his father's. Goku was far too lenient with both boys. The boys of course just loved his carefree attitude while she had to discipline them and look like the bad guy.

The door knocker sound loudly causing the tension in the room to dissipate. Both Gohan and Pan could sense Bura's ki outside waiting for someone to answer the door.

"Don't you think you should go let her in, Pan?" Gohan asked his only child. At her own questioning look he gave her a smile of forgiveness. Looking much like Goku. With a whoop far younger than her mature age would imply, Pan ran to the door to let her aqua haired friend into the house.

"What's going on? It felt like your ki was nervous and your dad's was angry. Were you two arguing?" Bura, concerned, asked her oldest and closest friend. She showed up with her own huge bag and a purse. Bura had on a new pair of black jeans. Like her friend she wore a white tank top., but over that was her father's accursed pink "Badman" shirt tied around her waist. Big clunking black hiker boots clothed her small feet.

"Ah, yeah. But it's al ok now. So, come on in. My grandma came by for a visit." Pan gestured for Bura to come into the house.

The aqua haired twenty something year old set her bag down by Pan's. ChiChi wasn't her favorite person in the world. She pretty much agreed with her father about her; but she still displayed perfect manners and respect toward the older woman. "ChiChi-san, Gohan-sama, it's good to see you both." she bowed to both adults.

"Hello, dear. It's just wonderful news about your mother and Piccolo." ChiChi greeted the young woman.

'I'll just bet that's exactly what you really think. It hasn't been any secret you don't like Piccolo.' Bura thought nastily about the other woman. "Yes, it is. Mom is really happy. I think she's finally found her 'Mister Right'."

"Yes. Well, I'm sure she'll be happy married to Piccolo. He seams to love her very much." ChiChi was trying her hardest not to grimace in front of not only her oldest female friend's daughter, but her own son as well. Gohan and Piccolo are still quite close. Much to her mortification she had agreed to be matron-of-honor. She couldn't say no to her oldest friend.

"Yes, ma'am. The feeling is mutual." Bura knew ChiChi hated that title of address. Which was precisely why she said it.

"Ok, then. Come on, Bura. We both need to study for our tests next week. See you later, Dad. Bye, grandma." Pan wisely steered her friend towards the staircase and up to her room. She knew Bura had the same opinion of ChiChi as her father did. Pan did not want to see an argument. She privately blamed her grandmother for Goku's leaving to train Uub all those years ago. Many times when her grandpa would train Pan; ChiChi would often yell and screech for him to stop and let Pan grow to be a normal human girl.

But she wasn't normal, and not completely human. ChiChi didn't want to admit (to herself mostly) that most of the people in her family were not the perfect and respectable humans she tried to browbeat them into being. She loved the time they spent at Capsule Corp. Watching her grandpa and Vegeta spar and train were some of the best times she remembered in her childhood.

Both girls entered into the very organized bedroom. A full sized bed was the biggest piece of furniture in the white painted walled room. The rug below there feet had a floral pattern of red, pink, white and rose shaded blooms. The sheets on the bed were a dark rose and the comforter had a pattern that matched the rug. The pillows were in shams that came with the comforter.

By one of the two windows sat a dresser in cherry wood stain. Atop the surface were little trinkets, makeup, jewelry and family photographs in assorted frames. They all rested upon a long lacy table runner. A chair with an afghan sat beside the other window. Along one wall a bookshelf was stacked high with an assortment of books and magazines. Double sliding doors were closed before the large closet.

"I really wish you wouldn't do that, Bura. I know my grandmother isn't your favorite person in the world; but could you please be nice and try not to start a fight." Pan looked at her friend as they both set down their bags by the bed. Bura Briefs may looked just like her mother but she acted mostly like her father.

"Yeah I know. It's just I can't believe Mother asked ChiChi to be her matron-of-honor. Your grandmother has never kept her opinion of Piccolo a secret." Bura huffed as she sat down on the bed and grabbed a large thick text book from her bag.

Pan grinned cheekily, "sounds to me like you're jealous that your mom asked my Grandma, instead of you, to be her matron-of-honor."

Bura gave her friend a death glare before she stated, "oh shut up. Lets get to studying. I'm not about to waste a summer for nothing."

The youngest member of the Son clan laughed at her best friend while getting out her own rather large text book and joining Bura Briefs in studying.

*Back Down Stairs*

ChiChi watched both girls depart. Sometimes Bura was just too much like her sire. ChiChi, altering her frown to a soft smile, turned to her eldest son. He did make her immensely proud, but he could be too lenient for her liking. The girl could grow up to a hooligan if Gohan allowed Pan to be so loose with the rules. "Gohan?"

"Yes, Mother?" The single father was not expecting what his mother was about to say to him.

"Don't you think you were rather indulgent with Pan just now?"

"Indulgent about what, mom?" Gohan hadn't a clue to what ChiChi was implying.

"About her not letting you know that Bura would be coming by today?" If it was one of her boys said friend would have to go right back home.

Gohan felt a sudden glint of anger. ChiChi may be his mother, but she had no right to tell him how to raise his daughter. "Mother, I really didn't think that was serious enough to argue with Pan over. She and I have both been very busy. Forgetting that Bura would be coming by today is not as serious as forgetting about the up coming test her friend is helping her study for. Thank you for your advice; but I'll raise Pan my own way."

ChiChi was taken aback. Her eldest son had never talked back to her. "Gohan! How dare you talk to me like that!"

Gohan sighed. He could already feel the beginnings of one colossal headache. "Mother, that really was hardly much of a precedence to lecture Pan about. Sorry to have to surprise you but I'm not about to jump off the handle about every little thing that comes along. She is my daughter, Mother. And I will raise her as I deem fit."

ChiChi was now furious. "Fine! If you can't take some sound advice, from your own mother, then I'll leave!" After that she picked up her things and marched toward the door.

Gohan did show his gentlemanly self by opening the door for her and smiling, "Come back again soon, Mom. Maybe for dinner some night." Instantly the headache dissipated. His mother could drive a Saint crazy with her overreacting to any insignificant thing.

With a huff the Ox Princess left the humble abode of her eldest son. 'First I find out Goten is gay and in love with his best friend; then Gohan talks back to me! What sin did I ever commit to deserve such treatment?' ChiChi decided to take a bus back to her street. She would complain about her day to her new boyfriend, Dr. David Kinnofbick*, but she would leave out the part of Goten being gay.

§Author's Note§

That took the longest time ever! I've been stuck on this chapter for six weeks! Glad I started some of the later chapters early.

I tried to show all sides of ChiChi that I think exist. Her intense lover for her sons and granddaughter (especially when they listen to her), her over critical and domineering nature. If I missed any, sorry! She is not my favorite character.

*And Doctor Dave is an original character. If there is a doctor out there somewhere by that name; don't sue! It is merely coincidence!

That may be about the only yuri in this story. I will make up for it in another fic, but for now I'm sticking with this. I'm just not too sure at how to write two women together. Yet! Just have to find some good yuri hentai sites on the web.

And please no shocked expressions! I happen to be 28. I can look at all the nakedness on the web I want to! There is nothing wrong with a woman liking hentai, porn or whatever. I personally prefer animated porn. Watching live people seems a little perverse to me. Anime hentai isn't real; but the other is and I'd feel like such a voyeur. Course, there's nothing wrong with that!

Eleven pages. The coming chapters better not be such a pain in the butt as this one!

Ok! That's all for now. Review if you want to. I don't mind if you don't review. I'm am not going to tell you all to review or else no new chapters! That pisses me off.

Bye, Bye!

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