SOUL MATE WORDS II
A FANFIC FOR THE CHICCOLO WEEK 2019
@chiccolofans
CHAPTER 02
THE DOUBT
CHICHI.
Chichi was washing the dishes, humming a merrily tune while doing so. It was a nice Wednesday, and she was planning to make some fish for dinner. Of course, Goku would need to go fish it, while Gohan studied in his bedroom.
A sparkle of happiness ignited inside Chichi´s eyes while thinking of her son. He was such a beautiful baby boy… yes; he was four, but still no more than a baby, a cute small boy that was the product of her love with her soul mate…
At the thought, Chichi felt her hands shiver, and she promptly closed the faucet and cleaned her hands with a towel, trying to fool herself and not to pay attention to the unconscious shaking gesture.
In five years of marriage, Goku had not said the words yet… she was becoming restless about it. But deep inside, hope still sparkled.
After Gohan was born, she started to investigate more and more about soul mates, from cheesy silly romantic novels to scientific articles that explained the mechanics of the words. Now she knew that the words might take a long time to be said, there were couples that were together for more than twenty years before the words were said. Some of them divorced, kept in touch, and then the words were said. Others discovered that the words were said from someone that was not their partner, and that had been shocking revelations. Others died without ever hearing them.
Some said that the soul words had to be earned. You could not just meet a person and claim him or her your soulmates.
Chichi smiled, tossing the towel away.
It was silly of her to have expected the words to just be said in a few months, or even a year… she could wait.
PICCOLO
It had been a few months for him since the day those awful words appeared on his chest, and hated them with all of his might. He could still hear Vegueta´s laughter and the mockery that followed.
To think that HE, Piccolo Dai Maho Jr., Prince of Darkness, had a soul mate somewhere in this planet, someone meant for him… it was just plain weird, and stupid.
He had no time for relationships; he had no time to stand a man or a woman that would make him gooey eyes while telling him a lot of romantic bullshit. He did not even felt attraction for anyone.
A brief image flashed in his mind, of a woman with dark hair and an angry scowl, and he shook his head angrily.
He had no time for this stupidities.
Vegueta´s ki approached, and the namek groaned.
- So, deep in thought namek? Something interesting in that head of yours.
- Go fuck someone else Vegueta.
The saiyan smirked.
- Oh be sure that I will, my wife most probably, since fucking you is someone else´s duty. Any idea as to who the poor idiot could be?
Piccolo growled baring his fangs. But Vegueta did not back up a single step, the stupid smirk still in place.
- What. Do. You. Want.?
- Amusement. A good laugh. To witness your humiliation at the discovery that somewhere in the world will make you droll like a hungry dog in front of a piece of meat. The usual stuff I do while being in this boring planet.
The namek groaned.
“Shut up! Just shut up!”
He HATED those stupid words.
CHICHI
The woman slowly woke up and looked around her. She was on her couch, lying ungracefully in front of the stupid bald man friend of her Goku. He was looking at her worriedly.
She felt dizzy.
What happened?
In a flash, everything came back. The knocking, the stupid bald man stuttering, the news of his husband demise, the kidnapping of her son, and then, everything was black…
Chichi stood up and Krillin fell to the floor like the idiot he was.
In a moment, Chichi was going out of the house raging and screaming like a banshee. Her son, HER SON HAD BEEN KIDNAPPED BY THAT HORRIBLE DEMON!!
- Chichi WAIT!!
- LET GO, LET GO, LET ME GO YOU IMBECILE, I HAVE TO GO SAVE MY GOHAN!!!
- CHICHI PLEASE!!
- LET ME GO NOW!
Krillin did not even saw the blow coming, all he knew was that now he was in pain lying against the bark of a fallen tree, a tree that when he arrived was in perfect state by the way.
- CHICHI, LISTEN!
- NO YOU LISTEN TO ME, I AM GOING TO SAVE MY SON AND BRING HIM HOME!
She did not listen to reason. Her husband was gone, and her son was in danger.
Chichi stopped and fell on her knees. Her Goku was gone… gone… she was a widow… the man she loved, the one that provided with happiness for the last five years…
Krillin was again in front of her whispering encouragement words, not that she was listening to him in anyway. Chichi covered her face.
Her husband was gone, and her son was missing… the demon was able to fly and go anywhere in this planet… her son could be ANYWHERE, literally… that if he was still alive.
And Goku… ohh Goku… her Goku… her soul mate was…
Chichi put a hand on the back of her waist, and silently started to cry.
PICCOLO
- How does this works anyway?
- I don´t know what you are talking about namek.
Piccolo signed, looking at the distance.
- This… words. What am I supposed to do about them?
- I am still surprised you can even read them.
There was a tone of mockery in Vegueta´s voice, and he decided to ignore it. He had heard enough about him being an analphabet when they first appeared. It didn´t matter that he explained to the tick headed prince that he was in fact, also royalty and he had three sets of memories, hundreds of years of wisdom and spoke every language on Earth… Vegueta still thought he was an imbecile.
- Vegueta, be serious for a second. What do I do with these stupid words?
- What makes you think I have a clue? Watch them, photograph them, and burn them. I don´t care what you do. Is not like you can go see every being in the planet and talk to them. With the things that your chest says, likely every person who listens to you will end up saying your soul mate´s words.
- Ha ha and bloody ha.
The saiyan shook his head. It was enough for a joke.
- You cannot do anything namek. You know what a pain in the ass they were when mine appeared? I had not a fucking clue, and no one else I knew had them. It´s an Earth thing, so the one thing you know is that your soulmate is a human. That´s it. They are just there, and you are fucked because of them. You cannot avoid them. One day, someone will say them, and you will say something back, you both will recognize it and everything will be awkward, because you are a giant green bean, and he or she will be some stupid human who will know nothing about how to deal with someone like you.
Piccolo remained silent. His mind racing. He knew a lot of things, thousands of things, but this?
This was something he never cared neither needed. Kami did not have soul words, Nail neither, which was to be expected since he was from a planet where THIS did not exist.
- Is it unavoidable?
Vegueta did not answer, apparently thinking about the answer. The tilted his head to the side. Piccolo smirked and decided not to tell him that he needed to tilt his head so that his neurons could make contact. He needed answers, and the saiyan might get a little bit angry and not answer at all if he heard that.
- It can be avoided… sometimes fate is twisted by some weird events.
- And how the hell do I do that?
- Dying.
Piccolo turned around and looked at the saiyan, who just made a non-committal noise.
- When the soul mate dies, the other one feels it, and the words are erased. Don´t ask why, I don´t have a fucking clue and seriously, I don´t give a damn.
CHICHI
Her eyes were glued to her lower back.
“It is not my fault I love you!”
There they were, as clear as day, as beautiful as ever… her soul mate´s words… the ones that were supposed to disappear when her beloved died.
Goku had died, and still, the words remained.
The bedroom was a mess, books and books all about the same topic scattered and almost torn to pieces. All of them agreed on the same. When the soul mate dies, the words disappear.
Chichi sat on her bed, not caring that she was naked from the waist up.
Goku was not her soul mate.
PICCOLO
The namek looked at his pupil while he was sitting on a stone, his eyes on the book in his hands. Piccolo rolled his eyes and stepped closer to his pupil.
He saw him scratching the skin behind his neck.
Gohan was almost sixteen years old. More than an adult in saiyan terms. He was of age to receive a certain gift from fate. Piccolo smiled and absently touched his chest, pressing the patch of skin the grew over his own words.
He had tried everything, he had burned them, he had torn apart the skin, and he tried to blast them off… but they always came back. So, he grew a second skin. It felt weird, and itchy, but made its work to conceal his little secret…
Or at least one of them.
His eyes wandered to the house, where a light gray smoke was coming out the chimney, and from the inside, the voice of Goten running around made him clearly aware that it was bath time, and the little rascal was not interested in being clean.
Somewhere inside the house, Chichi was trying to convince her son of “making it easy for mommy”.
Piccolo clutched his fists and looked away. Because destiny was a bitch. A bitch that made him… aware of Chichi´s presence. A bitch that marked him like a bloody cow. A bitch that decided that his perfect match was someone that was somewhere in the blasted planet, probably waiting for him, unaware that he had absolutely no interest in meeting them…
Because destiny was a bitch and Chichi… Chichi had no soul mate words. He knew that, she heard her telling Bulma about it... Even by a long shot, she was not his match.