Hey you guys! This is my very first DBZ fanfic. I based it on Chichi and Goku, because they were my two favorite characters of the show, and were so meant for each other. Tell me what you think! As with all the other Animes… I don't own DBZ or its characters. Yes I know, very painful. I don't know how I wake up each morning. Well, on with the fic!

Roses and Swans

She saw a glimmer of black, and she turned once again to the northeastern most part of the room, for what seemed like the 20 millionth time. She walked up to it and looked down at it. Picking up her dishcloth she wiped across the handle, and peered at her face in the streak free shine left behind. Her poor face. She was pale, and now had terribly large bags. Her hair wasn't as shiny or as beautiful as she remembered it to be, and her eyes… they just always seemed to be etched with sadness. Even when she smiled she saw pain and anger in her eyes… something she hoped her son couldn't detect. Sighing, she picked up her dishrag and walked wearily to the kitchen. She pushed open the small swinging wooden door, and crossed the peach tiled floor quickly, stopping at the window. Dropping her rag in a pail beside the window, she leaned on a sill, and looked outside. The moon was large and full, like a teardrop waiting to fall. At times that is how she felt.. like a teardrop, full of both love and pain, heavy and waiting for something to just finish her off. Every time he leaves it feels like she just about to drop, but then something comes along… and keeps her going. Her hands that were hanging at her sides raised and settled gently on her large stomach. She looked down for a moment, and admired the shape of her body, cradling and carrying new life. She was blessed never to have to deal with stretch marks. When Gohan was born, her skin had stretched and returned to its natural state easily. It must be her homemade lotions.

She looked up at the sky, and a watched the moon intensely. It was for her, a symbol of love, devotion and loyalty, all towards her Goku. She'd often look up at it when she was frustrated, or when she was upset. It always seemed to calm her and bring her back to reality with both an answer and an understanding of Goku, and herself. Peering up at the eerie silver light she paused and allowed glee to overcome her face. She saw his face in the moon, and he was smiling down at her. For the first time in a long time… she smiled…. Not just any smile, one with her heart, soul and most importantly her eyes. Her face beamed, and radiated like a pure source of light. Her heart felt full and heavy with love, and her body felt young and energized. She watched the moon for an hour longer, hoping to get another glance of her Goku. Finally, she sighed heavily, and turned away from the window. All the pain and anguish returned to her once again, and she turned and quietly exited the kitchen.

She walked through the grand living room, which was built by Goku himself. That would explain why one side was long than the other by a foot. But it was still beautiful. The cabinets she bought. They were entirely glass, and somehow managed to be spared from baby Gohan, and daddy Goku. Laughing to herself, she turned and looked at the table. Carved by the master crafter himself, Christopher Balwante. The roses and the swans were lightly carved on the top, and deeply carved on the legs. Goku hated it… but it was Chichi's table, and she would be damned if she served on something that looked like a chopping board. The walls were a light shade of blue, the only she actually liked. It was light and pasty, like the baby blue you would find on a fleece blanket. The floor was a tiled white, which took Goku nearly five days to complete. The first 2 days were spent in the hospital as he finally learned that the tile glue was not a tarter sauce. The next 2 were spent with Chichi horsewhipping poor Goku. The last was spent waiting for the glue to dry. Those were the times she thought to herself…those were the times.

Suddenly it crossed her mind that she would have to get up in a few hours, and start her daily errands again. Weariness overcame her features at the thought. Chichi was no mere mortal. She had to be one of the strongest of the race of human beings. She ran and trained along Goku but somewhere along the way, she just couldn't keep up. It could be that Goku was an alien and was stronger than humanly possible, or maybe it could have been that baby Gohan came along and disrupted her fighting. Which ever it was, she stopped. She was still stronger than just about all humans but that didn't mean she didn't get tired like all humans.

She wearily made her way up the oak spiral stair case pausing to breathe as her large belly and swollen feet got the better of her. She had to be about, 8 ½ months along. As a matter of fact she was supposed to be on bed rest, doctor's orders. But its hard to stay in bed when your son can't cook himself a decent meal, nor wash clothing, nor clean the windows, or for that matter clean himself properly. Chichi made her way to Gohan's room, and peeked inside. He was fast asleep and snoring lightly like his father. She couldn't help but go inside the pale green room and kiss him lightly on the forehead. He was so much like his father it was almost ridiculous. Maybe that's what kept her going on…knowing that he was living and breathing inside one… no, now two of her children. She pulled the covers up over his shoulders, and exited the room quickly.

She walked down the narrow hallway, to the room that she and Goku used to share, and opened the cherry wood door slowly. The room was quite large and was dominated by a large fluffy bed. The sheets were a sweet berry purple covered by a dark purple quilt. Everything was in its place. Chichi's few teddy bears and a pair of Gohan's old baby shoes on the shelf above the bed. A small bonsai tree added a touch of green on the windowsill while white curtains brightening up the room from the two windows. Her floor was tiled white and spotless, much to her hard work. Goku's ki was still hanging over his chair, as if he were going to wear it the next day. Chichi dare not move it. She didn't know why, but she just couldn't bare to touch anything that was his. She couldn't even roll over on his side of the bed. Everything smelled of him, and looked like him and she just… couldn't do it. Tears threatened her eyes and she quickly made her way to the white vanity in the room. Pulling out a towel from the drawer, she quickly exited for her bath.

When she flicked on the light, the bathroom was a warm pink and very welcoming. She remember countless times she scrubbed Goku's hair and bathed Gohan until water was all over the floor. Smiling she ran her shower and discarding her clothes, carefully stepped inside. Using her special soaps for only occasions, she scrubbed her skin hard and removed a day of dirt, anger and worries. She sang softly of a love lost and then found as she shampooed and rinsed her hair. When she was finally washed, and cleaned, she turned the silver knob, and stepped outside. She deposited her clothes in the hamper and wrapping herself in her oversized towel, walked to quietly to her room.

She had left the window open and a soft breeze had made its way into the room. Goosebumps littered her skin as she dropped her towel, and slid into one of her maternity nightgowns. She sat down at her vanity and picked up one of her most beautiful bottles. She opened the top and the smell of her scented lotion filled the room. It was Goku's favorite scent she thought as she smoothed it over her moist and clean skin. She was surprised she was still able to reach all areas of her skin. With Gohan she was twice as big and had to depend on Goku for everything. Sigh… Goku. She looked at her vanity and lifting her brush began to stroke it through her hair. Goku loved to watch her brush her hair… he also loved to help her too. As thoughts of him crossed her mind, tears began to drip down her eyes. Even though it had been months, since she last seen him, the wounds felt like brand new. Each day it felt like someone had ripped him from her like they always did. It wasn't fair! It wasn't fair at all! She had always been good to him. She had always cared for him, and loved him the way a wife was supposed to. She cooked, she cleaned, she moped, she did everything for her. She laughed, she cried and she gave him her all, and so much more. She settled her face in her arms, which were crossed on top of the tiny white vanity, and cried. She cried for the son who would grow up without a father, she cried for the baby growing in her that would never know its father, and most importantly, she cried for the love that left her countless times, even though, she had been good to him.

The wind blew ferociously outside, and the curtains shook acknowledging the entrance of a mighty wave of fresh air. Chichi continued to cry on her vanity, her hair shielding her from the rest of her room. Her shoulders shook violently, and her body rocked gently from side to side. A blur of air passed across the room from the window, quickly closing the space between Chichi and the outside world. The blur slowly approached her and then fell heavily upon her back, pulling her close and comforting her. Chichi however did not move. Her eyes were shut and her tears fell rapidly down her face. The presence went unacknowledged to her. She continued to cry as blurry hand rubbed itself against her back. Her body reacted slowly, calming down, followed by wave of tiredness, then sleep. Slowly, but surely, the blur lifted her from her vanity and carried her protectively across the room. Her body sensing a change wrapped her arms instinctively around his neck and she snuggled closer into the matter less form. He pulled back the sheets and laid her gently in her bed, on his side, and wrapped the covers around her. Just as quickly as he entered he left, but not before a kiss on her forehead. Before he was completely out of her window, Chichi managed to roll over and give off a soft whimper of his name.

Goku….

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