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SOUL MATE WORDS VII

A FANFIC FOR THE CHICCOLO WEEK 2019

@chiccolofans

CHAPTER 07

SOUL MATE WORDS

 PICCOLO

 He waited patiently for her to come to him. No need to make a scene over something so delicate, especially not in front of everybody else.

 Goku, now without a halo over his head, was rambling about all the adventure he just lived with Vegeta, and amazingly, Mr. Satan.

 Bulma was talking about a party at Capsule Corp, and everybody seemed ready to provide their opinion over one thing or the other  (Except of course Vegeta, who was standing over the edge of the platform, probably thinking everyone was an idiot).  The namek, however, was looking at the woman who so recently, barely a couple of months, had become even more important than ever in his life, and that currently, was slipping from his fingers like water.

 Chichi was holding Goku like dear life, (not that he was reciprocating the embrace) and messily crying, while Goten stayed close to his mom, still looking with curiosity at his father.  Gohan… well, Gohan loved Goku, so it was normal for him to be so close to the saiyan.

 Something hurt on his chest, something was burning, and Piccolo clenched his fist. It was probably for the best…

 Chichi lacked a soul mate phrase, and so did Goku. He had had the displeasure of seen him naked enough times to know that he didn´t have one… so, maybe that was it… At the end, they were meant to be together… and he… he was meant for someone else.

CHICHI

 The boys were sleeping, and Chichi was washing her face in the bathroom, the door open to her bedroom, listening to Goku going over how different the house was, how delicious dinner had been and how much he had “lived” in the other world.

 Chichi by her side, stared at her in the bathroom mirror.

 Piccolo did not come home with them… he flew away from The Platform, he was just… gone… and Goten, oh her sweet baby Goten, he had asked where Mr. Piccolo was going and if he was going to arrive home later.

 How could she explain him the reality? The one and only father the child had ever known was gone without even saying goodbye and all because Goku was back…  Chichi bit her lip, feeling the ghost of her soul mate words in her skin. It happened from time to time, but she knew it was just a ghost sensation from something that had not been there for a long, long time.

 -          Hey Chichi?

 Came the voice from the bedroom, and she did not answer.

 A few seconds later, Goku looked at her wearing only his underwear. She looked at him and recognized the small hint of light in his eyes.

 She understood that in order to want her, he apparently needed to be away from her for seven years.

PICCOLO

 Without making sound, Piccolo landed on the window and slowly opened it. He went inside and looked at the tiny figure sleeping there. He of course did not want to wake him up, but it was necessary. He looked at the larger figure on the other side, and smiled, even if he didn’t want to.

 -          Goten?... Goten?

 The child blinked a few times, and finally saw the visit. His eyes sparkled and he almost jumped from bed screaming with joy, but a green hand on his mouth prevented him from doing so. Piccolo muttered a soft “shhh” and the child nodded, so he stood up and hugged to his father figure. On the other bed, Gohan stirred and looked at the situation.

 -          Mr. Piccolo?

-          Don´t make a noise, Gohan.

 The teen accepted and sat on his bed, while Piccolo accommodated his child on his lap.

 -          Did you come to say good bye?

-          I am afraid so…

-          WHAT? BUT…!

 Twin “shhhhs” made Goten quiet, and he pressed both of his hands on his mouth.

 -          Goten, your… your dad is back, and… and is not correct for me to stay here.

-          Mr. Piccolo, are you sure?

-          Yes Gohan.

 The teen signed with obvious sadness. And Piccolo felt a pain stabbing deep inside him.

 -          I´ll still be around but…

-          But why are you leaving Mr. Piccolo? Do you need a place to stay? I bet mom won´t mind if I let you sleep on my bed! Or you can sleep with Gohan! Right Gohan??

 Gohan did not answer, but by the look in his eyes, Piccolo knew that the teen knew… so much more about his reasons for leaving than just Goku coming home.

 -          I am sorry boys.

-          It´s ok Mr. Piccolo. I get it. I… I… well… it would hurt me, I guess, to see Videl with someone else too, you know?

 Piccolo didn’t deny it. This was his son, his very, very smart soon. To try to fool him would be an insult to his intelligence.

CHICHI

 The woman felt like the world was crumbling around her. She had dodged Goku´s advances that night claiming “womanly problems”, but the week was out, and thankfully, her real period had come and gave her another week. She had explained to Goku that maybe the stress, maybe this, maybe that had made the messy business of her body longer… that had been two days ago, and her husband had taken the kids to travel and know each other.

 Goten had been sad since Piccolo had said good bye, at least he had been good enough to do that for her children, she just… she just expected a good bye for her. Not that she deserved it or something, after tossing him aside without a single word and a bunch of negative actions.

 And then, she felt him more than hear him. She just knew he was there.

 Chichi ran to the backdoor in the kitchen and saw him there, standing in the backyard with his cape floating on the air, apparently doubting if he should talk to her or not.

 -          Piccolo!

 He turned to face him, and all she knew is that one second she was inside the kitchen, and the next one, she was hugging him and sobbing like a lost girl who found her way home.

 -          I AM SORRY, I AM SORRY I AM SO SORRY! SORRY!

 Piccolo did not interrupt her, just let her cry and scream and punch him on the chest just to hug him again and scream some more. Her legs gave out and he held her. She was much quieter now.

 -          I am sorry Piccolo…

 She said for the last time.

 -          He is the father of my children, please understand that.

 He wanted to growl that HE was the father of the children. His body tensed with anger, and she probably felt it because she instantly backed away.

 -          YOU HAVE TO UNDERSTAND!

-          No, I don´t understand shit.

-          DON´T YOU USE THAT LANGUAGE WITH ME!

 Now Piccolo seriously growled, his ki spiking a little bit, enough to make the grass beneath violently move.

 -          You DO realize you are taking EVERYTHING from me, DO YOU?

-          T-Taking? Are you insane?? I am taking nothing from you!

-          I have been the father of those two children for years!

-          His real father is back!

-          Oh really? Do you want to tell THAT to Goten? And besides, you think I am ONLY talking about them??

-          Whatever we had was a mistake, all right? Just a stupid mistake from lonely people.

-          Mistake?... MISTAKE?

-          YES, MISTAKE!

-          What I feel for you is NOT a mistake.

-          What can you feel for me that is nothing but a mistake? I am married woman!

-          Those vows you made ages ago are now a pile of crap, and you know it!

-          How dare you!

 Piccolo covered his forehead. This was getting out of hand.

 -          Listen, Chichi. I was going to give up. Just like that. Let you be happy with him and that´s it. But I just can´t, ok?

-          I won´t let you stop me and my family from being happy!

-          Happy? YOU CALL THIS LIFE HAPPY??

-          YES, I CALL IT HAPPY!! WE ARE TOGETHER, AND A FAMILY AGAIN!

-          You have lost weight Chichi! The children are sad! Gohan comes to see him every time he can and I can see him SAD, and PREOCUPIED.

-          That is NOT true!

 He stepped to the front and took her by the shoulders. Their heights were so different, so she was looking up and he was looking down.

 -          Chichi. Listen. Please, just listen.

 She went silent, her eyes glassy and her cheeks red after screaming so much.

 -          I should have said it earlier, ok? But I love you.

PICCOLO

 Her eyes grew and her mouth felt open. He caressed her cheek, and put her lose hand behind her ear.

 -          Y-You c-can´t… Piccolo, no…

-          Chichi…

-          You are going to destroy everything.

-          Chichi, listen.

-          Please no, no, don´t…

 Piccolo bent down a little more, and touched his forehead against hers.

 -          Please listen…

-          No… no… I don´t want to.

-          Chichi…

 She pushed him away and covered her ears.

 -          Chichi!

-          No!

-          Listen!

-          NO! YOU COME HERE AND TRY TO DESTROY MY LIFE!

-          Chichi, I would never…!

-          THIS IS YOUR FAULT, YOUR FAULT! THIS IS YOUR FAULT!

-          WHAT!

-          THIS IS YOUR FAULT!

-          It is not my fault I love you!

-          SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP!

 And she ran off and slammed the door close.

CHICHI

  The door slammed behind her, and someone started to madly scream, it was a piercing sound, and a spike of ki that made things fly and crash in all directions, someone was hugging and calling desperately for her name, but Chichi just kept hearing a buzz and the knowledge that someone was screaming.

PICCOLO

 Piccolo held Chichi, which was not an easy task since he didn’t want to crush her in his strong arms, but at the same time, he wanted her to stop trashing in every possible direction while she screamed with that horrible piercing sound.

 -          Chichi! CHICHI, COME ON CHICHI, STOP, STOP!

 There was another crash and the table just flew away and exploded against the wall, the chairs followed, all of them flying in different directions.

 -          ENOUGH!! CHICHI, PLEASE, STOP, STOP, CHICHI!!!

 She stopped suddenly and just fell in his arms, wailing while crying in such a way that anyone would believe that Gohan or Goten had suddenly died.

 -          Shhh… shhh….

 Piccolo rocked her in his arms back and forth, whispering sweet nothings while carefully sitting in the floor with her on his lap, holding her tight against his chest.

 The namek noticed that her ki had just died down, and looking around he saw that a whole wall had been blown up in a blast that he was not even aware had happened. The whole kitchen was gone.

 Slowly, her crying slowed down, her right hand holding his clothes in a tight grip while her eyes were spaced out. Piccolo remained silent, looking down at her with worry, until he finally rested his head against the wall and closed his eyes. He felt her hand move a little, but he did not react to that.

 -          “Shut up! Just shut up!”

 She whispered in a low, empty voice. He looked down.

 -          What?

 Her hand had moved a part of his gi, and she was looking at his soul mate words. His eyes widened at that, first, wondering when the hell the patch of fake skin had disappeared, and second…

 The words… they were gold.

 He was speechless. He looked at Chichi, and she was looking at him lovingly, her eyes all red and her face all puffy, her hair a wild nest. Never had she looked so beautiful for him.

 -          I thought you died… you…

 Something crossed on her face, something he did not understand, probably because he was frozen of every reaction aspect.

 -          You… you died… you protected Gohan…

 New tears formed in her eyes, while she pulled herself up, and kneeling between his legs she embraced him, hiding her face in the crook of his neck.

 -          Oh my God it´s you… it´s you, it´s you… how can it be…

 Piccolo held her still confused, but slowly, he understood.  And he held her against him.

 She was his… HIS… chosen by fate to be HIS…

   It was like this that Gohan, Goten, and Goku, found them only a minute later.

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SOUL MATE WORDS VI

A FANFIC FOR THE CHICCOLO WEEK 2019

@chiccolofans

CHAPTER 06

KISS ME

 NOTE. SORRY FOR THE DELAY. MY DAD WAS IN THE HOSPITAL, AND WELL.. YOU KNOW, THINGS GET DIFFICULT WHEN THAT HAPPENS. THANKFULLY, HE IS BETTER AND AT HOME NOW.

PICCOLO

 The namek looked at the table and tapped his finger on the table cloth, wondering how long it would take Gohan to figure out that he had forgotten his folder with all his papers to the school inscription.

 Chichi had not noticed, luckily she was outside fussing with the laundry or something like that.

 The sound of kinton at full speed allowed the namek to know that the teenager was back, he stormed the kitchen, took the folder from the spread arm of his father figure, gave him a stupid smile that was a copy of the ones Goku used to make and ran out again.

 -          Mr. Piccolo, Mr. Piccolo!

 The door re opened, and this time, it showed a small copy of the strongest saiyan of the universe, the boy came shaking a book in the air, and the namek moved his chair to allow the boy to jump and sit on his leg.

 -          Look! You remember we were reading this book about birds?

-          Yeah, I remember.

 There was a hint of amusement in his voice, as if he would forget something that happened… last night.

 -          Well, I took the book to the nest I told you about! And it turns out…

 Goten kept talking like there was no tomorrow, showing his notes, drawings, maps, book and everything to Piccolo, who could not avoid to listen to the child like he was unraveling the secrets of the universe.

 The sound of steps made him move casually a finger and the door opened to let Chichi in, she smiled, a basket of clean laundry in her arms, and went in. The door closed behind her without a sound.

 -          …BUT THERE WAS AN EGG MISSING MR. PICCOLO!!

 Piccolo fake gasped and the child started waving his arms in all directions while still going with his story. He was not as smart as Gohan had been at his age, but he was indeed smart. It made the green alien so proud to see his boy so engrossed in those topics and using real book facts to back up his knowledge. He had spent hours… long, long hours teaching him, being his master in more than one field, a nice perk that came from being a god for so long.

 He looked up at Chichi, who had left the basket in a chair and was watching the events unfold.

 She smiled at him, and he smiled back.

     CHICHI

 She screamed in pain. The doctors had offered some drugs to deal with the pain, but she denied. She had had Gohan the natural way, and this second child was going to be the same.

 However, there was something that she truly needed.

 She arched, screeched like a proud banshee and called for the one thing she wanted in that difficult moment.

 -          PICCOLO!!!!

 The door banged open and the nurses jumped scared, from outside, someone said “Sir, you can´t go in there!” someone mentioned to “Call security” but it was completely impossible for any of them to stop him.

 In a short second, Piccolo knelt down next to her and took her hand, she whimpered while the pain made her moan between rapid breaths.

 -          It hurts, Piccolo… it… it was not like this with G-Gohan… what if... what if…

-          Nothing is wrong Chichi, nothing.

 Security came, but the doctor inside stopped them. It was not the first time he saw a stubborn mother saying “no” to the pain drugs, and it was not the first concerned mate, husband, boyfriend or whatever that he saw being supportive of the mother in labor while being an ass to the hospital personal. So he signed and just asked the nurse to give him some proper attire… which he doubted they had, since the guy was big as a mountain.

 It took way too long, Piccolo stayed by her side, holding her hand and promising she was going to be ok, she and the baby. And she believed him.

 The first time, she had done this alone, in her house with a midwife, it had been painful, but not like this… and now… now Piccolo was there, holding her.

 For a second, she knew that if Goku had been alive, he would have been training somewhere in the planet and would not have even been there. The fact that he was around when Gohan was born had been almost a miracle, since her water broke while they were having dinner.

 With a Spartan cry and a final push, with her forehead covered in sweat and a mess of blood and other liquids covering her lower body, Chichi gave birth to her second son, who after a few seconds, started to cry with a mighty pair of lungs that made Piccolo wince, since it seemed that now Chichi´s screeches had found a rival.

 -          It´s a boy.

 Piccolo said, and his voice trembled for a second. His eyes were glued to the tiny thing being cleaned by the doctors.

 -          Chichi, is a boy.

 She hiccupped and laughed and cried and closed her eyes.

 She was so, so tired. She missed Piccolo´s eyes on her. Missed how he admired just how beautiful she looked through his warrior´s eyes, seeing a woman who just won a battle of life and death, a victory of her own, a warrior way stronger than him in a battle that he would never face… he could, of course, but he wondered if he would ever dare to challenge the amazing feat she had just done before his eyes.

 -          I have someone who wants to meet you, Sir.

 Piccolo turned around at the nurse, who was holding a small bundle in her arms. He panicked, he was terrified that he was going to just destroy this very tiny being in his monstrous arms and he would vanish from existence.

 But before he could say or think, or do anything to back away, his arms spread before him and he received him, and cuddled him against his chest.

 Chichi blinked tiredly, and looked at the scene of Piccolo holding a baby, th-her baby, for the very first time in his life.

 -          Chichi, I… I… he…

 She was able to see the exact moment when Piccolo silently bowed himself to the child. To rise him protect him, love him, die for him if necessary. She saw it happen, and she believed in him, she silently vowed herself not to ever separate him from th-her… her little one.

 Piccolo knelt and offered her the baby, she took him in her arms and saw the tiny, red and puffy face of her new born son.

 -          Hello there… hi… hi baby boy…

 The baby whimpered, making them smile.

 -          Look at him Piccolo… he is so small…

 And he definitely was. Compared to Piccolo, he was just tiny, barely bigger than his emerald hands.

 -          Hello Goten… Hello… I am your mommy.

 Without even thinking, Piccolo embraced Chichi, and she cuddled up to him, looking for his warmth, his protection… she turned around and smiled brightly, and he kissed her forehead.

    PICCOLO

 The phone in the living room rang and Chichi went to answer it, while Piccolo was working in a few sums with Goten in the kitchen table.

 -          Goten? It´s for you.

-          Oh wow! I wonder who it is!

 The namek rolled his eyes in amusement. The one and only person who called Goten was Trunks. The fact that he still wondered who was calling him by phone was just hilarious.

 Chichi came over and took the notebook, quickly reviewing the work made by her two men. She smiled when she saw that Goten´s writing was slowly coming better, it didn´t look like ink spaghetti anymore. It was at least… understandable.

 -          MOOOOOM! TRUNKS WANTS TO KNOW IF I CAN GO TO HIS HOUSE AND STAY THE NIGHT!

-          Is Bulma ok with that?

-          I DON´T KNOW, LET ME ASK!!!

 Piccolo and Chichi stared at each other for a few seconds, and the answer came.

 -          MOOOOM, BULMA SAID THAT IT IS OK!

-          Then yes sweetie, you can go to visit Trunks.

-          YEEEEY, THANK YOU MOM! HEY TRUNKS….

 The human woman fell on the chair, wondering how was Gohan doing in the inscription to Orange School. It was a shame that Trunks had not called a couple of hours ago, or her oldest son could have taken his brother to Capsule Corp and then went to the college. But still, it was what it was.

 The child came and hugged his mother, thanking her for the permission. Then he jumped over to clean his studying materials, hugged Piccolo and went away to put (or throw) everything in his bedroom.

 The namek stood when Goten came back, Chichi held him and kissed him goodbye, telling him to be good, to behave, not to get in troubles, NOT TO ANNOY VEGETA…

 -          Come on boy.

 Piccolo advanced with Goten, Chichi went after them.

 In the backyard, the namek looked at the blue sky and then at the kid.

 -          Be careful, ok brat?

-          Yes Mr. Piccolo.

-          Remember to call your mother when you arrive to Capsule Corp.

-          Yes Mr. Piccolo.

-          And don´t give troubles.

-          Yes Mr. Piccolo.

-          I hope so.

 Goten floated and cuddled himself with arms and legs over Piccolo´s wide torso, he patted his back, a faint purple touching the tips of his ears.

 -          Come on, be gone now.

-          Sure!

 He mid jumped in the air and then took speed. Piccolo looked with pride how the child went away in the air, something he taught him to do barely a year before, and the kid was good at it.

 -          BYE MR. PICCOLOOOOOO, BYE MOOOOM

 He screamed from across the distance, in a matter of seconds, he disappeared. He kept looking at the distance… and a small hand curled around his waist, and a head rested against his ribcage.

 He casually hugged her back.

    CHICHI

  The dishes were piled in a quite dangerous form in the sink, and Chichi signed. It had been Gohan´s sixteen birthday party. It was late, very late, and now that everyone was gone, the children were happily sleeping, and the house was quiet, she was able to look at the all mighty disaster the entire house was in.

 She signed and pulled up her sleeves to start washing dishes, because there was no way in hell that she was going to allow all of this mess to see the light of the morning. Chichi heard a noise outside and she perked up. Closed the water that she had just opened and peeked outside.

 There was Piccolo, with a big black trash bag picking up items from the floor, plastic cups from the tables, smashed pieces of cake, and everything was going to the bag. He looked up for a second and stared at her at the window, and said nothing, he just kept cleaning.

 The raven haired woman couldn´t hold a few tears in her eyes. And without a word, she went back to wash the dishes.

 Almost an hour later, the door opened and Piccolo went inside. She was almost done, and he went to the living room, a broom in one hand and a garbage collector in the other.

 She followed him almost fifteen minutes later with a mop and a cube of water.

 At almost four in the morning, the house was sparkling clean.

 Piccolo sat in the couch with a groan, and Chichi fell on the couch right beside him.

 Not caring much about property or whatever thing her brain could come out with, Chichi placed her legs on the couch and snuggled against Piccolo, who maybe unconsciously accommodated himself to make her more comfortable.

 It took a few minutes of very comfortable silence for both of them to realize the position they were in, but instead of freaking out, Chichi just… allowed it. She raised her hand and took one of Piccolo´s, and she dedicated to play with his four green fingers, bending them, comparing the size of their hands, making a fist, touching his sharp nails…

 Eventually, the hand she was playing with became quite heavy, and she felt a soft rumble above her head. Piccolo was sleeping… she was sleepy too… and so comfortable.

 So she encircled his arm around her and closed her eyes, her face partially on his chest, almost on his hearth, and her back warmly pressed against him.

 It felt nice…

    PICCOLO

 When? He wondered, did they started to develop such a… mutual, calm, and accepted intimacy?

 When did she start to casually hug him? When did he start to sit by her side while she cleaned the dishes so she had someone to talk to while doing something only she did? When did she start to casually touch him, to casually caress her cheek, or allow her hand to linger a little too much when patting his arm?

 When did he start to feel such joy from the small little things with her?

 His chest ached, his soul mark was warm under the fake layer of skin… probably warning him about him making a mistake with someone that was not his soul mate. Well… sorry, not sorry, he was staying right in this place, next to her, with their children, for as long as he could…

 -          Piccolo?

-          What?

 He turned down to see her. To appreciate the woman she was now, with her white blouse that fit her so well, with her purple long skirt that embraced her hips and then flowed like water, with her hair lose and blowing in the air.

 -          Kiss me.

 She said.

 And he did.

   CHICHI

 All seemed right, over food, Chichi looked at Piccolo drinking his water, and he tried not to blush when he felt her eyes on him. Goten was eating his bowl of rice. So was Gohan.

 And then, Gohan told them that Goku was coming back for the martial arts tournament.

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SOUL MATE WORDS I

A FANFIC FOR THE CHICCOLO WEEK, 2019

@chiccolofans

CHAPTER 01

THE WORDS

 CHICHI.

 “It is not my fault I love you!”

 The young girl giggled at her words. They have appeared just a few days ago, and since then, she could not stop looking at them.

 The servants of the castle knew that they should not interrupt her, and over everything, her father knew not to enter her bedroom unless he wanted a vase threw at him like the last time.

 It was hard to understand, but his little girl was of age now, and she was spending a lot of time looking at her special words, the one that appeared on her lower back… and the reason she now spend a lot of time half naked in her bedroom looking at herself in the mirror.

 Chichi smiled once more looking at the words in her flesh.

  “It is not my fault I love you!”

 Something very warm and special was moving inside her, and her fingers caressed once more the words from her soul mate. He loved her. Of that she was absolutely sure. They were perfect for each other, she knew it. And they were going to be so, so happy…

 Chichi smiled, finally deciding to put on some clothes.

 In a few weeks, the Martial Arts Tournament would happen, and she was more than ready to display what an amazing fighter she was. There, she would find Goku, and he… he was going to recognize her; he was going to explain her why it took him so long to go back to her…

 Her poor Goku… he was most probably working hard to ensure their happy life together. She just knew it… and she was going to assure him that they could be happy together even if things were not perfect…

 And when she explained everything to him, then he would say the words, he would say that he was working so hard for her, that he could think in nothing but her, he would be grateful for her love, and he would say it…

 “It is not my fault I love you!”

 And everything would be perfect.

           PICCOLO

 Since the moment the sun rise, Piccolo had felt something that was wrong.

 He was not able to point what exactly, all he knew that his chest felt heavy. He scratched his pectoral, thinking about any sort of thing that could be wrong with him, but nothing came to his mind.

 The ki of Vegueta distracted him. The prince landed gracefully in Kami´s palace and crossed his arms, using his unique personality to look down at the namek that was obviously taller than him.

 -          Feel like punching something that actually bleeds. What do you say, namek? Feel like losing a tooth of two under my fists.

 Piccolo smirked at those words.

 He knew he was no match for Vegueta. He could stand his ground for a long time. But actually winning? That was indeed an impossible. And he was ok with it. Unlike the prince, he lived in a world of realities.

 They both flew away with ease, neither of them exchanging any sort of words. Both of them were of the silent type, except when there was something actually important to say.

         CHICHI

 Goku had not said them yet.

 The young bride looked at her plate and briefly chewed on her lip. In just a few hours, her husband would see her naked, and his eyes would land on the words written on her flesh.

 She knew that it was tradition to cover the soul words even from the partners. Her eyes traveled among the guests to her wedding and she could not avoid looking a few people with bandages in arms or legs, there were even some tattoos visible.

 Soul words were meant to remain a secret until the very moment they were said from the perfect person, in the perfect moment, until then…

 Chichi looked at her husband, currently eating his fourteen plate.

 Would he say them before they were naked and together? Or would it be in a year, or two, or ten…? Her eyes roamed around him, blushing slightly.

 She had seen him shirtless, she has seen his legs, and she saw no trace of her soul words. The ones she was meant to tell him. Could they be on his butt?

 The blush became a deep crimson at the thought. It was not unheard of people having them on their neither regions.

 However, she smiled.

 Goku was THE ONE. She knew it. Sooner or later, she would hear those words.

 “It is not my fault I love you!”

 She knew it.

          PICCOLO

 There was a faint smell of smoke in the air, the song of birds and the roar of some wandering dinosaur looking for breakfast.

 The namek scratched his itching chest while refusing to fully wake up.

 He and Vegueta had been over a week on the desert, training nonstop except to eat, or drink in his case, to sleep and pee.

 It has been an interesting week. One that was about to end. Piccolo knew that even when Vegueta loved to train, he would end up running back to his wife, he always did, and he cared way too much for her to abandon her more than a week. There was also his two year old son. The brat was the pride and joy of the prince of the saiyans.

 There was a faint groan close to the green warrior, and he knew that Vegueta was also waking up.

 Again, Piccolo scratched his chest. His upper clothes had been destroyed and discarded the day before, and since they were in the desert, the namek had decided to just rest like that, enjoying the cold breeze in his emerald flesh.

 The saiyan´s steps went a little away and the unmistakable sound of pee pouring to the ground reached the sensitive ears of the now fully awake namek.

 It was nice to be like that, just two guys doing nothing.

 Once done, Vegueta yawned in a way that would make a lion jealous and step closer probably to kick the still lying namek in the ribs. But suddenly, his steps came to a halt, and the alien warrior made a quick intake of breath that made the eyes of Piccolo open.

 The saiyan was wearing first a shocked expression that quickly transformed into open mockery, and ended up in a howl of laughter.

 Piccolo looked around, but was not able to find whatever thing that was making the other warrior laughing like a mentally retarded seal. It took him a few seconds to notice that Vegueta was pointing at his naked chest.

 The namek looked down, and his hairless eyebrows shot up in surprise.

 -          What the actual fuck…

 Was all he could say before reading the words in his skin.

 “Shut up! Just shut up!”

[luigis-love]

SOUL MATE WORDS IV

A FANFIC FOR CHICCOLO WEEK 2019

@chiccolofans

CHAPTER 04

MIRRORS

 PICCOLO

 Goku was dead, sacrificed for the well-being of the human kind…

 The namek growled angrily and spat on the dirt below. All of that was no more than a pile of horse´s shit. He knew it, but he was not sure everybody else did.

 Vegeta knew it, and the prince was… well… lost about it.

 Goku was actually gone because he wanted new challenges, a new “life” surrounded by strong warriors to challenge daily. The fact that he was gone, only signaled that here in Earth, warriors were not good enough to give him what he wanted, and the only one that could arouse his need of fighting was his own son, who was not crazy about fighting anyway, and never in a million years would use his full strength against his own father.

 So yes, Goku was gone.

 A quiet sob reached Piccolo´s ears, and his fist clenched, his sharp claws almost digging in his emerald skin.

 That piece of shit…

   CHICHI

 With Goku in the hospital and Gohan gone to space just two days ago, Chichi felt like her life was nothing but a nightmare.

 Her hand started to move to her hip, but stopped in time, going back to the green sock she was sewing, the snores of her husband filling the stillness of the hospital room.

 Destiny has been destroyed, because those… those monsters had decided to arrive to the Earth Planet. Chichi felt her fingers tremble, and she was too slow to stop the needle that pricked her skin.

 With a hiss, the human woman sucked the blood, the metallic taste lingering when her eyes got lost in a blank point.

 Did he suffer?

 Did he die in the first blast?

 Chichi looked at her finger, watching in silence as a new drop of blood slowly formed.

 She felt his death way after the blasts… so, he did not die there… was he crushed? Trapped? Was he awake when he died? Was he unconscious? Or was he one of the victims that were rescued in time but died on their way to the nearer hospital in another city? Was he even there? Or the timing of his dead and the arrival of those monsters was just a coincidence?

 Her eyes were full of tears, and a sob escaped her lips. Chichi bent over and messily cried in her hands. Cried for her soul mate, who died and she felt it, cried because with everything that had happened she never really had time to do it, cried because even when she loved her husband, she wanted to meet him, wanted to know he was happy and not waiting for her…

 And he was gone…

 Chichi cried, and cried, a little bit louder every moment even when she tried to keep it quiet.

 Next to her, Goku kept snoring, a faint smile in his lips with the hopes of getting better and going to a new adventure in the Planet Namek.

   PICCOLO

 He knew her for quite a long time now, and never had he seen her like this…

 Chichi was wearing only black clothes, her eyes had purple bags beneath them, she was losing weight, and her demonic temper seemed to be tamed, like a fire that received a full bucket of water.

 Also, she was pregnant.

 He knew that when a woman was with child, she needed to slow down her activities and take a better care of her so that her health could help her unborn baby, but this woman seemed the exact opposite. She kept going and going and going, and going, her ki lowering a little bit more every day, her face no more than a mask to keep Gohan calm.

 Chichi stopped all of a sudden, her hand flew to the very small, almost unnoticeable bump in her belly. She gasped and held to the wall.

 In a matter of seconds, Piccolo was next to her, holding her with all the delicacy he was capable of.

 Chichi turned around and saw him… and very, very deep below, he saw that inner fire, a sparkle of who she was before so much pain, so many loses… she seemed ready to fight back and tell him to go to hell…

 But her words were different.

 -          Please… don´t tell Gohan.

   CHICHI

 Goku was gone.

 As soon as he was healthy from the hospital he prepared and left. He had no time of course, he had to save their son, and he was going after Gohan, to make sure he was safe. Against the safety of their precious child, she was not worth of some of his time, right?

 …..right?

 Chichi arrived to her house exhausted. She opened the door and was greeted by darkness and silence… not exactly what she had planned for her life that long time ago, when she was no more than a stupid little princess.

 There was dust everywhere, and her skin crawled at the mere vision. But she had no energy to clean it; all she wanted was probably a nap, rolled in a cocoon of bed sheets.

 She opened the door and sat on her bed, the weight on her shoulders heavier than the last time she remembered feeling crushed in her hopes and dreams… and this time, there were no words in her hip to provide her with comfort.

 Her eyes landed on the full length mirror in a corner of the bedroom, the one that had witnessed to many times her naked figure while she admired the phrase written in her skin.

 Chichi felt her eyes water.

 There was nothing in her skin, nothing…

 The world became a blur, someone was screaming in blind rage, and a lamp smashed the clean surface of the mirror, shattering it to pieces.

 She had no way to know that somewhere in the universe, her soul mate, with a halo over his head, opened his eyes from deep meditation and touched his clean skin just above his hearth, curious at that feeling that suddenly overwhelmed him without being his own.

 It lasted no more than five minutes, and it would take a whole night for Chichi to realize what she had done, but when nothing more than her cries were heard, the woman laid in the floor, surrounded by chaos, the chaos of her son, her husband, her soul mate, and her whole life, no more than a bunch of shattered pieces of hopes that died a long time ago.

   PICCOLO

  The namekian hissed to quiet Gohan from his happy screaming announcing he was back home from training. The teen looked at his teacher and best friend in wonder, until the tall warrior pointed in the sitting room with a sharp nailed finger.

 Chichi was sleeping on the couch, her jaw hanging down in a much undignified manner, both of her hands resting on her large belly.

 Gohan rubbed the back of his head and smiled stupidly; Piccolo rolled his eyes and pointed up to his student’s bedroom, making then a mimic of reading a book. The semi saiyan´s eyes bulged and rapidly moved his arms up and down in silent complaining, but hard meaningful looks from his master made him quiet and just obey. He made a mocking military salute and floated to his bedroom, caring that his steps would not wake his obviously very tired mom.

 Piccolo smirked when he saw the boy go away. He loved the child, and he was happy to train him (even when the kid was stronger than the namek), but he knew just how important it was for Chichi that her son kept studying, and he was not going to be the one to make her angry because the brat was not doing his part.

 The namek stood closer to Chichi and carefully slid his hands under her back and knees, raising her without any problem. He stood still a few seconds to make sure she did not wake up and smashed him right in the face with a frying pan. But Chichi kept sleeping heavily, a low rumble appearing on the back of her throat at the least than ideal position she was now in.

 He should move, seriously, he should take her to her bedroom and allow her to properly rest… but the namek remained silent and watching her in awe, something inside him stirring and making him feel more afraid than ever.

    CHICHI

 With her fingers covered in small bandages, Chichi dragged the last bag of trash and put it aside next to the house.

 Her fingers were numb, and she was angry at herself for allowing such a childish reaction that made her destroy her own bedroom.

 Because it was stupid, to be honest. Her son was going to be safe, his father was on his way to retrieve him and bring him back. And yes, her soul mate was dead. But that was not a bad thing, he was never going to appear and mess with her family life. That had to count as a win in her book.

 The woman carefully dusted off her fingers with a satisfied smile.

 She walked back to her bedroom and looked at the empty spaces that now surrounded the space. The mirror was gone of course, it surface smashed and the frame tore to pieces. Still, she needed somewhere where she could see herself in the mornings.

 With care, she carried a hammer, a nail, and an old small mirror from the attic. Careful as not to hurt her fingers even more, the managed to put the new mirror on the wall. This one showed from her head to her bust.

 And that was more than enough.

 She took a resolution then and there, to never look at her back again, never to face that empty space where her soul mate used to be.

 It was gone, and she needed to move on.

   PICCOLO

 It was disturbing how easily she fit in his arms.

 The namek walked the stairs silently, still a little bit perturbed with the thing, whatever it was, that was hammering inside his chest.

 Chichi´s right hand had slipped from her belly and now rested against his emerald chest, right above his hearth, and his hearth seemed way too happy to be this close to the female.

 The door opened at his command, no need to use the hands when his mind was powerful enough to move objects without touching them. He looked around the bedroom and felt a wave of sadness wash over him.

 This place was like a tomb, a memory of the times when Goku had been alive and shared a bedroom with his wife. Not that he cared that much about her anyway.

 The namek step closer to the bed and slowly put down the sleeping woman, who stirred a little, a faint smile on her lips when his green hand rested for a second on the back of her hip. He made a calming sound and stood unmoving, again praying to Kami that she would not wake and scream bloody murder when she found him half holding her on her bed.

 Chichi half moved, still smiling and she made herself more comfortable on her own bed. Piccolo said nothing. She was tired. Very, very tired. It was not only the pregnancy, which he knew was a serious and stressing business for human females. It was also that her baby was half saiyan.

 If the new brat ate like the one they already had, then the little cretin was basically absorbing all the energy his mother possessed.

 Too busy thinking and worrying, Piccolo did not stop to realize that inside his mind, when he was not overanalyzing his own thoughts, he had referred to Gohan as “their”.

 There was peace among the sadness now, and the namek wished he could lie next to her and also sleep. From the other room, he heard the faint sound of pencil writing on a piece of paper, and a book being closed.

 He had to go downstairs and wash the dishes… his hand roamed on the round belly, resting above a small bump… a foot perhaps?... the namek hummed calmly without noticing.

 Piccolo did not notice, but viewed from the right angle, the mirror on the wall reflected him there, sitting next to a sleeping woman who seemed to be happier than she had been in a long time. If the mirror had been a picture, it would have been the perfect image of a couple sharing the waiting for their child.

[luigis-love]

SOUL MATE WORDS V

A FANFIC FOR THE CHICCOLO WEEK 2019

@chiccolofans

CHAPTER 05

WORDS OF GOLD

 CHICHI

 The phone rang. Chichi looked over at her one year old Goten peacefully sleeping in a blanket and pillows nest in the living room, so she hurriedly dried her hands from the soapy water and rushed to answer. Last night, her baby had been a little sick, and she wanted nothing to disturb him when he was finally sleeping.

 -          Hello…

-          OH MY GOD, CHICHI, CHICHI, YOU WON´T BELIEVE THIS!!!

-          Oh my God, Bulma?

-          HE SAID IT OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!!

-          Who said what? Are you ok???

-          VEGUETA SAID IT!!!

 For a moment, Chichi was confused and took away the phone from her ear to look at it like it was a two headed toad, but suddenly, it just clicked, and she could not avoid gasp, squeak and bark into happy noises all at the same time while trying to keep quiet and not to disturb Goten. She put it back in her ear.

 -          Oh Kami! Bulma, congratulations! I am just SO, SO happy for you! I can’t believe it!

-          YOU HAVE TO COME, NOW!! SERIOUSLY, NOW!!!

-          Oh well I… umm… well you see, Goten was sick last night.

-          WHAT! WHY DIDN´T YOU SAY THAT BEFORE???

 Chichi laughed awkwardly while a drop of sweat went down her forehead, wondering when, among all the screaming, she could have mentioned that piece of information.

 -          He is better, don´t worry. He had a little bit of colic, but he is better now.

-          Well, I am sorry if I sound like a bitch, but seriously, I. NEED. YOU. Like… NOW! If you can´t come, would you mind if I go to your place?

-          That would be lovely Bulma! I am dying to hear everything about it!

-          I´ll be there in an hour!

 PICCOLO

 Goku was an asshole. Not the first time he thought about it, and most probably not the last. He was sure.

 The green alien growled, listening to the muffled sounds of Gohan crying… AGAIN.

 It´s been two weeks since those blasted Cell Games, and the young boy could not spend a single day without blaming himself for the tragedy that had happened in his family.

 Standing on the roof, Piccolo scanned the surroundings of the mountain. It was such a quiet place, meant to peace and happiness, not to…

 -          Oh God no…

 The namek promptly turned around at the breathy voice somewhere along the house.

 It was Chichi. Under normal circumstances, he would have destroyed a wall to go see what was wrong with her, but he knew better than that. That woman was insane, and he wanted to keep his ears without bleeding.

 So he floated to the sound of the woman, who now was crying, making the namek uncomfortable, since now there were two people crying in the same house. He located the source of the sound and he looked throw the small window up in the wall of the bathroom.

 Chichi was sitting on the closed toilet, her face hidden on her right hand, while in the left she was holding a small and weird white plastic thing.

 -          What am I going to do, what am I going to do? Oh Goku, why…?

 Piccolo was completely lost. All he knew was that whatever was happening right now, Goku was an asshole.

 CHICHI

 As soon as the door opened, Bulma jumped over Chichi and hugged her until she was starting to turn blue.

 -          Oh Chichi! I am so, so, so so, so happy! I mean, I KNEW he was my soul mate, I have known it for years now! But to actually hear it!

-          Yeah well…

-          I mean, WHO ELSE could be such a disrespectful bastard like Vegeta! On that phrase?? I mean IT HAD TO BE HIM!!

-          Aja…

-          When we started to talk back during the whole Namekusein thing, I swear I almost dropped dead! I could not believe it was him! Something had to be wrong!

-          Bulma…?

-          But then time went by, and I started to feel, you know all that…

-          Bulma…?

-          And then somehow I knew, I just KNEW everything was going to be ok!

-          BULMA!

-          What??

-          Do you want a cup of coffee in the kitchen and we can sit? Maybe… breathe and talk instead of just talking and going insane by yourself? Piccolo and Gohan shall be back in maybe an hour or something. And…

 Bulma smiled brightly and just hugged Chichi again, this time in a normal way. The black haired woman smiled and hugged her back.

 Even with everything that happened to her, she was happy for her friend.

 PICCOLO

 Chichi was starting to get round.

 The namek blinked a few times, but then he decided that that weird light coming from her was not a mind trick of a strange effect of whatever thing his brain was trying to pull on him.

 Chichi was glowing.  And she was gorgeous.

 The namek shook his head. Where the hell where those thoughts coming from? He scratched his chest.

 -          Piccolo?

-          What?

-          I need you to drive me to my doctor´s appointment.

-          And why would I do that?

-          WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?

 Piccolo groaned, and that sound seemed to make her screech even more. Goodbye to the stupid glow, now she was a bitch, a loud bitch and nothing more. Oh how he wanted to just toss her out the window and never have to deal with her ever again.

 Why was he even here? Is not like he cared about this damn woman…

 But he did care about Gohan, and he loved his mother.

 Piccolo groaned. He had to take care of her because she was important to Gohan, nothing more. Nothing!

 His chest itched, and he ignored it this time.

 CHICHI

 Bulma took a sip of her coffee and smiled. No matter what she did or who did it, no one made food or drink like Chichi. She looked at the other woman, and seeing little Goten sleeping made her calm a little bit.

 -          Yesterday, Vegeta and I were arguing.

-          No surprised there.

-          Yeah well… he had been gone for quite a while, after… well…

 Bulma seemed uncomfortable, and the widow knew why.

 -          Because of Goku, I guess…

-          Yeah… since he… well… since that day, he kind of… changed, he was gone most of the time, me and Trunks almost never saw him, and when he was around, he was always training in that stupid gravity chamber.

 Chichi said nothing, trying not to make the parallels between the saiyan prince and her late husband.

 -          Maybe… a week ago, I was sleeping, and I heard noises coming from Trunks intercom.  So I woke up scared, but I recognized Vegeta´s voice… I… I don´t know what he was saying, I think he was talking in his native language or something, whatever, but at the end he just, he just left Trunks and came to the bedroom, he went inside the bed and he held me from behind. I know he knew I was awake, but I didn´t want to say anything…

 The dark haired woman placed a hand on her hearth unconsciously at the romantic story, awwing at the prince´s actions.

 -          I thought things were going to change… BUT I WAS SO FUCKING WRONG!!!

-          Bulma! Shhhh!!!

-          Oh yeah, sorry, sorry. But the next day, SEIOUSLY! He kept being a stupid manner less monkey with a severe lack of education UUURGGG!!!!

-          Right…

-          And then yesterday…

 Bulma´s expression softened.

 -          Yesterday, we were arguing again, I was so pissed, so hearth broken, and… and so sick of all of this… and then well… then I opened my mouth…

 PICCOLO

 Being around a pregnant woman was just WAY too much for Piccolo. It has been seven months now, Chichi looked like a freaking balloon and she was always, always complaining about something or the other, her sore feet, her lost figure, her late husband, being hungry for this or that… he was just TIRED…

 But then, well…

 Piccolo smiled, remembering the sound of the child´s heartbeat, a sound that seemed to be made for his ears only.  Chichi felt him kick, but he heard him, and it was truly a beautiful sound, he was just in love with that sound… not that he was going to ever admit it, of course.

 And then there was that time when she invited him to touch her round beach ball stomach. That moment had been…

 The namek smiled as an idiot.  He did not know who had him more like an idiot… the mother or the unborn child. And then there was of course the older brother. Gohan smiled, laughed, made plans of how to take care of his baby brother, and everything he was going to teach to his baby brother, and all the books he was going to read for his baby brother. He was madly in love with the little one, and he was not even born yet.

 -          Is there a reason why you are smiling like an idiot? Or is it just your normal state?

 Piccolo rolled his eyes, because yeah, he loved them and all of that. Again, he was NOT going to admit it. But being near them was a little bit of overwhelming for his limited set of emotions. So he was just training with all mighty prince of the saiyans himself.

 From his position sitting on the floor, Piccolo turned around and saw Vegeta adjusting a bandage that he always used in his ankle. Seriously, he had never seen him without it, which was weird.

 In that moment, he came up for a surprise. He had been God of the planet, he knew they existed, but he did not expect Vegeta to have one.  There in his leg, in clear words going up his ankle it said “I know that you love fighting more than me”.

 CHICHI

 Bulma opened her blouse and showed her friend a part of her right breast that up until now had been covered in layers of makeup.

 In clear golden words it read “God dammit woman, you are an idiot if you think I love THAT more than you”.

 -          And what is “that” if I can ask.

-          Fighting.

 Chichi´s eyebrowns shot up and she opened and closed her mouth like a fish.

 -          That´s quite a declaration there…

-          I know.

 Bulma covered herself again and smiled, covering her breast with her hand.

 -          Well… umm… wow… just, wow… coming from him…

-          I know.

 Both ended up in silence, and Bulma saw her friend, who seemed a little bit sad.

 -          Chichi?

-          Um?

 Neither of them heard the namek and his student landing outside. Gohan was very tired, and he just allowed himself to fall on the grass, arms and legs spread out. Piccolo just shook his head with a small smile. Goten had been sick the last night and he had promised Chichi that her older son would arrive well fed and not bothering her after such a long night. Which he complied in the form of a freaking gigantic fish that the young saiyan had whipped off of existence in minutes. Seriously, it had taken the blasted thing longer to be cooked than to be eaten. His ears twitched at the voice that had not been there when they left earlier in the morning.

 -          I… I know that is private and all, but… what about you? I mean, I am sorry for being noisy but I am really, really curious… what does your mark say? Where is it?

 Piccolo´s ears twitched. Vegeta had said that was not information to be shared. He told him to cover his stupid words. He looked down at the barely changed gi he wore since that day in the desert, just a little bit wider than the normal ones he wore… big enough to cover that forsaken phrase.

 -          Oh… oh that well… you see…

 Chichi sounded uncomfortable. Piccolo wondered if he should be listening, he was seriously debating himself.

 -          I… I don´t have them.

 Bulma and Piccolo froze.

 -          What?

-          Yeah, well… I… I don´t have them.

 Chichi did not want to talk about how she used to have them. She did not want to talk about how they disappeared. She wanted to keep private the reason that there were almost no mirrors in her house.

 Bulma understood and hugged Chichi, who unaware of herself, started to silently cry.

 Outside, Piccolo flew away.