#chiccolo week 2019

[chiccolofans]

SUMMER DAYS - Hot and Humid

Chichi awoke, sticky and unpleasantly warm. She curled her lip and peeled the sheets from her body before reaching for the clock and blinking at the time with bleary eyes. 

5:42 AM. 

It was far too warm to go back to sleep, even if she had time before anyone would be looking for breakfast. Might as well go get some ice water. 

Bare legs stuck to the fitted sheet with humidity. Piccolo was already up and about, judging by the empty space on the mattress beside her. It was not unusual; he hardly ever seemed to sleep. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and slid to the floor. And screamed as her feet touched something decidedly fleshy. 

Piccolo pushed her away and yelled something in Namekian, his claws nicking her ankle. 

“What’re you doin’ on the floor?!”

Piccolo sat up, a spare sheet sliding down his bare chest. He blinked up at her, eyes red rimmed, and scowling. 

“I got hot.”

“So you’re on the floor?” 

Piccolo’s ears pinned as he yawned. 

Chichi got out of bed, making sure to not step on Piccolo this time. Even after escaping from the sweaty confines of the mattress, the humidity trapped moisture on her skin. “Get up, please. Get off my floor.”

“This patch is mine. I have laid claim to it in the name of The Great Demon King Piccolo.” 

She kicked him in the back of the head.

“It’s too hot - and early - to deal with you being a sarcastic bastard.”

Piccolo rubbed his skull and yawned again. 

“I came out of my egg a sarcastic bastard, and you knew that when you married me.”

She lobbed a pillow at him and stretched; he had a point. 

“What do you want for breakfast?”

“Polar bear bacon and penguin eggs, preferably served in the arctic.” 

“Doesn’t your species like the heat and humidity?” Piccolo grunted and rolled onto his stomach, the sheet slipping further down his torso as it caught around his thighs and hips. “But not you, huh?” 

He pressed his face into his arms. She noticed  he was sweating too, the sheet clinging to his skin. 

“The air is too still in here.”

Chichi sighed and nudged him with her foot.

“Then go outside.” He grumbled something in namekian again, and did a perfect chest to deck push-up from the floor to his toes, then hopped up to his feet. Chichi stared at him. “The HELL are your PANTS?”

He stared right back and down, brows raised. 

“Don’t look at me like that. For the Kais’ sakes, I already had one nudist for a husband, I don’t need a second one. Goten runs around naked too much as it is.”

Piccolo rolled his eyes and zapped a pair of loose purple shorts onto his person. 

***

In the kitchen, Chichi fumbled around in the fridge for fresh fruit and cold juice. She swatted Piccolo rather half-heartedly away from the freezer door.

“Stop wasting the cold air.” He raised a lip but stepped back, an ice pack in his hand. 

She heard the back slide door open, Piccolo swear, and the door close with a swish and click-thud. 

“No better outside, huh?”

“It’s hotter and wetter than Vegeta’s armpit after four hours of training in 200G.”

She crinkled her nose as she handed him a glass of ice water with lemon. 

“Well I sure don’t wanna know just how you know that.” She returned to making breakfast, chopping fruit and arranging it on a platter. It was silly, she knew, as the kids would just snatch what they wanted without a care for the aesthetic, but it made her happy. 

“Why don’t we have one?”

She did not look up from the cutting board and platter. 

“One what?”  

“It makes wind.” 

She curled her nose , her father called passing gas “making wind.”

“Describe it…” Chichi said, her voice slow, eyes narrow as she looked up at him. Piccolo stood in the middle of the living room, staring up at the ceiling with a glazed expression, sweat beading on his skin. It took longer to slide down his face than a human or a saiyan’s sweat. Maybe he should take a shower or go soak in a tub of ice water. 

Piccolo made a twirling motion with his fingers. 

“It hangs from the ceiling, and it makes wind inside. Bulma has them in several rooms.” 

Chichi stared at him for a moment. 

“Do you mean a ceiling fan?”

Piccolo snapped his fingers and pointed at her. 

“We should obtain one. Per room.” 

Chichi stood up taller and wiped sticky sweat from her forehead. Piccolo had certainly made worse suggestions about the house before. A few ceiling fans would only make their lives more comfortable in the summer.

“We’ll talk about it, but,” she put the fruit back in the refrigerator to keep it fresh. “I think we need to get you in the shower under some cold water…” 

[luigis-love]

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.

[slugmanslime]

Sunday (7/21): Summer Days (Oh, Summer Nights)

my submission for the first day of Chiccolo Week 2019! i know i’m late, but better late than never, right @chiccolofans? 

Prompt: Summer Lovin’

- - - 

ChiChi tugged the leather jacket further around her shoulders and sighed wistfully.

Daddy was going to have some choice words for her if she came home from school today wearing one of the Z-Bird’s jackets, but he didn’t have to know about it… right? Last night went so well, maybe he wouldn’t even mind? 

School had just begun again, but she would bet money that this year had a whole heap of trouble dedicated solely to yours truly. A stiff breeze blew across the bleachers, ruffling her ponytail and carrying the chatter of girl’s voices across the grooved steel. It seemed that her shovels were approaching. 

“ChiiiiiChi! Don’t go hidin’ from us, dollface! We know you’ve got the goods!” Bulma’s lilting sing-songing heralded her arrival, one arm slung around Eighteen’s shoulder as Videl shimmied alongside them, dancing to some unheard tune. (If she had to guess, it would be the bop that’s been so popular at the Shake N Grill the past few Friday nights.)

Eighteen slipped a lollipop from between her lips with a lewd pop, fixing ChiChi with a cherry red smirk. “We had a feelin’ you’d deliver.”

ChiChi smiled demurely, smoothing down her skewed poodle skirt as her friends joined around her, giggling and trading snipes about what it took to win such a prize. 

“Did he creep out to your bedroom window in the dead of night? Oh, ChiChi, how naughty of you to let him in.” Bulma purred, while Videl cut in, prodding at ChiChi’s leather-clad shoulder.

“As if! Her dad woulda caught them in a heartbeat-- ChiChi had to have snuck out to go fool around with him!” Her self-satisfaction at the notion was cut short when Eighteen snorted, rolling her eyes.

“You two give Cheech too much credit. She’s a goody-two-shoes; knowing her, she had to get Daddy’s permission for a date or something.” The Three Goons burst into a round of teasing laughter, but the sight of ChiChi’s guilty blush drew their attention back quickly.

“Oh no… it really was a date?” Eighteen scoffed, jamming the sucker into her cheek. “That’s so lame, girl, you’ve got to live a little!” 

Bulma elbowed closer, her eyes glowing with mischief. “Come on, Eighteen, like you’ve never imagined going on a date with Goku! Those muscles, that hair! Although, I prefer my men with a little more… attitude.” She and Videl fell into each other, having a good chuckle at Vegeta’s expense. 

“Goku? You- you think this is… Oh, I mean, yes, of course I went out with Goku!” ChiChi had let her mouth run in the heat of the moment, and now flinched under the scrutiny of her fellow Red Ladies. 

“ChiChiiiiiiii…” They drawled in unison, crowding around to study the jacket more thoroughly.

ChiChi stood abruptly, moving to the railing to escape their prying eyes and wandering fingers. “Sheesh, with you three! Alright, if I drop a name, can you cut me a little slack?”

Three eyebrows quirked at her, but there was no dissent. 

She fiddled with her inky ponytail for a moment longer, chewing her lip in a dreamy fashion before taking a deep breath and rushing out, “Goku asked me out, but Piccolo walked me home from school that day, to be nice, and he wanted to see a movie later so… so… so I told Goku I was sick and we would go next weekend!” She buried her crimson cheeks in her hands, embarrassment and excitement mingling in her smile. 

Two or three beats passed and suddenly she was swarmed with chattering blurs of red, tugging and squealing all around her.

“You’re such a catch, playing two fellas at once! I never knew you had the guts!”

“Oh, Goku is such a tool, he’ll never even know he’s got competition! You’re going to have to make it a little more obvious--”

“Did he take you to dinner, too-- did he meet your old man?”

“Is this Piccolo’s jacket then? Wow, it’s so big, no wonder! What movie did you see? Was it scary? Did he kiss you?! Did you let him get very far?”

“ChiChi this is so exciting, a love triangle! Omigosh, like, did he have a car?” 

With a bought of flustered laughter, ChiChi shooed them off of her, adjusting her bangs and the fall of the jacket across her shoulders. “It was just a movie, ladies… a romantic one at that. He picked me up in the Z-Bird wagon-- ‘Flying Nimbus’, can you believe that? Daddy shook his hand, told him my curfew, and Piccolo didn’t even frown! He was such a gentleman, he bought us the tickets but he let me buy the popcorn, because I’m a strong young lady with a job and money and-- Anyway…” She shifted again, leaning back against the railing with a smile curling her lips.

“Anyway… he gave me a kiss, on the cheek, here-” She touched the apple of her right cheek with the pads of her fingertips. “ -when he walked me to the door.”

Bulma and Videl were giving her goo-goo eyes at this point, while Eighteen didn’t attempt to hide her contempt for such trivial romance. Maybe if she asked now, she might be able to sell them on it. 

“So, do I… still have to go out with Goku this Friday night?” 

Three pairs of eyes met each other in astonishment before turning back to their blushing, withering subject.

“Uhm, YES!”

[pickleandthequeen]

CHICCOLO WEEK PROMPTS COMING SOON

[stutteringphantom]

Finally wrote another Chiccolo thing. It was so SAD so I simply HAD to.

Nothing graphic just Goten being a turd of a teenager.

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Dende hummed to himself, tending his small garden and rearranging the rocks around his medicinal herbs to promote irrigation.

His antennae twitched, feeling the approach of three familiar signatures heading towards the Lookout.

He reached out his senses, getting a read on his visitors’ feelings. Then he frowned.

“Hey Dende, you want a kid?”

The guardian turned just in time to see Chichi elbow Piccolo hard in the ribs.

“For a weekend.” She snarled, her eyes staring daggers at Piccolo. Chichi was less skilled in the air than Piccolo, and she looked rather ruffled, hair askew.

“Or longer.” Dende raised his eyebrow before squaring up and giving Piccolo a thorough look over, taking in the taught expression, dark circles under his eyes, and slightly yellowed coloration, characteristic of an exhausted namekian. He pursed his lips. “A week. A month. A year. Forever.”

“Piccolo, it’s perfectly normal to feel tired with your first child.”

In answer, Piccolo held a giggling Suri up by the back of his pants, the sprout swinging to and fro out of Chichi’s reach. “Piccolo. You are causing Chichi distress.”

The older namekian scowled and lowered his arm, allowing Chichi to snatch Suri from his grasp.

“I can’t believe you,” Chichi scolded, pressing Suri’s chunky cheek to her own. “I know you’re not serious but even joking about it. He’s our baby.”

“We already have two.”

“You wanted the third!”

“Isn’t he talking?” Dende sighed and dusted off his hands, walking over to Chichi and taking Suri from her. Suri’s hands tapped Dende’s cheeks, gap-toothed grin splitting the child’s face. Dende’s face softened in a smile.

“Denny!”

“What did he do that makes you wish to pawn him off on me, Piccolo?” It was tempting, he admitted to himself, bouncing the child in his arms. Of all the Z-Fighters’ children, Piccolo’s little hatchling was his favorite.

Piccolo grumbled something unintelligible and turned away, crossing his arms over his chest.

Chichi pursed her lips and played with Suri’s antennae, drawing giggles from the baby namekian.

“I think he just needs a break.” She met Dende’s gentle gaze, and he saw their combined concern reflected back at him. Her voice was quiet, but Dende heard a soft tremble underlying her words. He kissed Suri’s forehead and took a step back.

“I would be thrilled to have Suri here for a night or two; it would be good for you all to have a change.”

Chichi brushed her fingers over Piccolo’s wrist.

“Are we going home together or do you need a few hours at the waterfall?”

He didn’t answer, his ears twitching and flicking back to hone in on Suri’s happy laughter. His feet were glued to the edge of the Lookout. “Piccolo?”

She watched a muscle in his jaw twitch as he cleanched his teeth hard enough for her to hear them grind on each other. “Piccolo,” she repeated, but he jumped over the edge. Her heart leapt into her throat as he disappeared into his freefall and a sharp yelp pressed past her lips.

“I hate when he does that,” Chichi called back to Dende, who merely smiled at her with a knowing twinkle in his eye. She blew a kiss to Suri and lifted off the tiles, coasting out over to edge and making her way through the air back to their mountain home.

Piccolo was not there, and she shook her head; he was almost certainly at the waterfall. He always went there when he needed to clean his head. The house was quiet without Suri tearing around and making a mess, tormenting Gohan and Goten, and testing the outermost limits of Piccolo’s patience. She sighed; it was too quiet.

“I’m a terrible father.”

Chichi leapt out of her skin, the book in her hands falling to the floor with a thud as Piccolo slouched over the back of the couch.

“What makes you say that?”

“I just pawned my son off on God.”

“That makes it sound like you killed him, Pic.”

Piccolo groaned, and Chichi tilted her head back, reaching around and pulling his arms around her neck. “You’re not a terrible father. You’re tired and overwhelmed because you’re not letting others help as much as they could.” She paused, “until today that is, when you handed him to Dende.”

Piccolo did not have an answer for that. “C’m’ere,” She patted the seat next to her on the couch and, after a grumble, Piccolo popped over the back and sank into the cushions. “You wanna talk about it?”

“No.”

“Didn’t have much hope you did,” Chichi sighed. “But you know I’m gonna make ya.”

Grunt.

“How come you feel so strongly about this, with Suri?” She was prepared to wait.

“Because he’s mine,” there was an odd emphasis in his tone. “And he ends up all fucked up it’s because of me. My genetics.”

“Ah,” Chichi didn’t look directly at him. “I see. You’re worried about Piccolo the Third Coming.” She nodded sagely and then whacked Piccolo on the shoulder with a decorative pillow.

“You idiot! Sure he’s got your demon genes but he’s got mine as well - don’t you start on me, young man - but more importantly he’s got a great family to raise him.” Chichi poked him hard in the chest. “Including you.” She punctuated her lecture with a solid kiss on the lips. “Now put on your comfy pants, because we’ve got ourselves a baby-less weekend and I intend to make the most of it!”

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SOUL MATE WORDS III

A FANFIC FOR THE CHICCOLO WEEK 2019

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CHAPTER 03

THE LACK OF WORDS

 CHICHI.

 Chichi was becoming incessantly restless with every minute that passed. She was a widow, but not anymore. Her husband was back alive and he was heading to battle, and her precious son was there…

 The woman frowned with anger when she observed her husband´s friends, all of them safe and sound hiding in a house in the middle of nowhere, while her baby, a five year old baby, was risking his life for the sake of all of this… parasites…

 Something was very wrong, and unconsciously, Chichi rubbed her palm over the soul mark on the back of her waist. Something was wrong, wrong, wrong, so very wrong…

 She was so worried, and not only for Gohan… oh, what an awful mother she was, thinking on her soul mate in a moment like this… but she could not avoid it, not with that twisted feeling viciously holding her hearth…

 The television had exploded, or at least that was she was telling herself, not like she was going to admit it had broken because of her. It was a cheap and old television anyway. But she remembered the news… the arrival of those monsters had destroyed a city, a whole city… men, women, children… everyone was dead, a few hundreds had somehow survived, but the number was quickly diminishing, and then that disgusting bald giant had gone and killed some more people… monsters, monsters both of them…

 -          I need to go wash my face.

 She said absently apparently to no one. Bulma turned around, still mad at the wife of her best friend and just nodded. Chichi disappeared in the bathroom, her hand still placed on the back of her waist.

    PICCOLO

 Goten was a four year old goofball of joy who knew nothing about fear or pain.

 A sudden wail coming from nearby made Piccolo wince. Ok, the kid knew about pain, but it was only the pain of falling on his hands and knees while trying to chase a stupid butterfly.  

 Seriously… this child was…

 He arrived next to Goten and knelt down, ignoring the stab of pain those awful wails were making to his sensitive ears.

 -          Now Goten, I want you to stop crying.

 The toddler kept going, even stronger than before. Piccolo signed.

 -          Goten. Stop this nonsense, I want you stop crying, to stand up, dust yourself off and remain quiet.

 Goten of course, did not comply. Piccolo signed again, this time even more heavily. His eyes roamed around the backyard of the Son house, and when he saw no one, his hands found themselves taking the half saiyan and rising him up to cuddle him in the namek´s chest.

 The sound started to fade down almost immediately.

 -          That´s a good boy, there… everything is ok child…. Everything is ok…

 Goten made a few faces, his eyes analyzing the damage on his small hands, then he looked up at the green alien holding him, and his crying face morphed into a big smile, showing him the small cuts among his fingers.

 -          That´s better. You see? It wasn´t so hard after all…

 Piccolo allowed himself to smile, rocking the child in his arms… completely unaware that from the second floor, Chichi was watching him in silence, a soft smile curving her lips… until she realized she had it and she wiped it out from her features, hurrying up to continue doing laundry.

    CHICHI

 The woman found herself breathing heavily. She was panicking, and she did not know why. Because of her son, yes, it was because of her son… except that she felt something else, she knew, she knew… oh, what a horrible woman she was, but she knew…

 And that´s when it happened, a painful stab on the back of her waist that made her arch in an exaggerated angle backwards, if not for her hand that barely held the towel tube, she would have fallen to the floor. Her mouth opened in a silent wail.

 -          Oh my God, oh my God, Oh my God…

 She had burned her fingers before while cooking, so, she had a comparison sensation, but this… this was something more, this was so hot, and so horrible, she could swear she could smell her own flesh burning, almost melting.

 Chichi knelt on the floor and took a nearby towel to bite, making it possible to stop the painful screams from coming out of her mouth.

 And then, the pain stopped, leaving no more than a lingering sensation in her flesh, a pain that slowly faded away, leaving her tired and confused.

 Her breath still was difficult, and Chichi tried to calm herself. She took the towel from her mouth, feeling the ache on her jaw and fibers among her teeth. She used the piece of fabric to wipe her face from the sweat she had worked up in such a short time.

 She stood slowly, shaky hands and shaky legs, and when she stood up, she just vomited in the sink.

    PICCOLO

 Goten was learning to fight. Piccolo smiled while watching the kid making basic moves with his chubby legs and a funny concentration face that apparently, tried to imitate his own. A few meters away, Gohan was making a kata, so smooth and graceful, his eyes closed and his mouth barely opening to let out steady breaths.

 The namek felt such pride growing inside his chest. These were his boys.

 Gohan had been like a son for so long, it was difficult to imagine his life without the kid, and Goten… he had been there since the child was no more than a bump in his mother´s tummy, he had been there when Chichi asked him to put his four fingered green hands to feel him kick.

 A sense of possession ran inside of the namek, something that somehow seemed to start not in his hearth, but in his chest, somewhere along the location of his soul words.

 These were his children, he knew it. When he thought of Goku, he did not saw the father of this amazing half saiyans, he just… he just saw a… a donor.  Like he was foreign, like he did not belong… and he did…

 He wanted so desperately to describe those feelings, but he had no words.

 Piccolo shook his head angrily. He was going insane.

 He looked at the house, were Chichi was coming with a tray of cold water and glasses. His eyes roamed on her figure, and promptly, he looked away,

 Insane indeed.

    CHICHI

 It took her along five minutes to steady herself back, a lot of things going through her mind.

 Just… just what happened….

 Chichi splashed her face once more, and rinsed again her mouth. There was a deep sadness inside her hearth. She needed to cry so desperately, she needed to wail in pain and curl in a ball… but she did not know the reason.

 Her hand went backwards to the back of her waist to touch her soul words, the ones that would never come from Goku´s mouth, and the ones that somehow, brought comfort for her…

 But this time, her small charm did not work.

 Chichi caressed her skin over the blouse, and felt something weird, like… like something bumpy, something that should definitely not be there.

 Perhaps some sort of violent allergic reaction to something? Her eyes immediately scanned the place, and she remembered the state of the whole house. Of course she had gotten sick, this place was so dirty, it was almost a garbage dump. That was it.

 She turned around and took out her blouse; just enough to see whatever damage that had happened on her skin… but what she found left her shocked.

 The palm of her hand touched the bumpy surface of her unmarked skin. Her fingers caressed over and over and over the patch of clean skin.

 That was the moment when she understood. The sadness and the necessity to cry. Her eyes watered in a second and she covered her mouth to silence herself.

 They were gone… gone…

 Her soul mate´s words were gone…

 He, whoever he was… he was dead.

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SOUL MATE WORDS II

A FANFIC FOR THE CHICCOLO WEEK 2019

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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.

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SOUL MATE WORDS I

A FANFIC FOR THE CHICCOLO WEEK, 2019

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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!”

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SOUL MATE WORDS IV

A FANFIC FOR CHICCOLO WEEK 2019

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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.

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Movie AU Day: Quest for Camelot

Chichi ran as fast as her feet could carry her, tripping over roots and rocks, hair catching on grabbing branches. Her breath burned in her chest, coming in ragged gasps.

Behind her, and gaining, were Dodoria and Zarbon. The mutated monsters charged after her, seemingly unhindered by the obstacles thrown at them by the forbidden forest.

She chanced a look back over her shoulder; the fog was too thick to see anything more than vague shadows. Chichi screeched as her foot caught some hidden tree root, he hands flung out in front of her - and caught nothing.

She was overwhelmed by the horrible feeling of weightlessness as she spun through the air.

She crash landed with a splash and came up spluttering, tangled in swamp weeds and Kami only knew what else.

“Gotcha now, Girl.” Chichi screamed, backpedalling through the sludge and water, Dodoria sloshing towards her, with Zarbon not far behind.

She slung muck at the monsters’ eyes, scrambling to her feet and trying to run, only to trip and land face first in the swamp.

A heavy weight pressed her head into the water, holding her down no matter how hard she thrashed and struggled. Her brain started to feel foggy.

She didn’t want to die here. Not like this.

The weight was removed, violently, and she burst to the surface, coughing and retching. A cloaked figure swept over her, past her, and, faster than her eye could follow, dispatched the two mutants.

Her - savior? Captor? - dragged her from the swamp and set her on her feet.

“The hell are you and what are you doing in the Forbidden Forest?”

His voice was gravel and metal, like a broken wagon wheel dragging over a country road. His cloak was pulled down too far over his face for her to see his face. Chichi tripped along behind the stranger through the trees and away from the swamp. Her clothes were soaked and sticking to her, weighing her down. “Have you any idea of the dangers under these trees?”

“Of course I know,” she panted, only staying on her feet because of his heavy grip on her arm. “But one of the Dragon Balls was stolen by Freeza’s men, and it was lost here in the Forest.”

The man holding her wrist froze.

“A Dragon Ball?”

“Yes!” She ripped her hand away from him. “Now just who are you? What are you doing here in the Forbidden Forest?” She glared at his back for a moment of tense silence, then relented. “I’m Chichi. My father served Kami for over twenty years.”

“Piccolo.” The cape fluttered as he started to leave. “Keep to the path and you’ll be out of here safely in two days.”

“Hey!” Chichi yelped and ran after him. “Hey! Don’t you dare leave me alone in here!”

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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.

[slugmanslime]

Monday (7/22): Fantasy Day

my submission for day two of Chiccolo Week 2019, still late but uploaded nonetheless lol @chiccolofans

Prompt: Heroes and Villains

- - -

When she opened her eyes, everything was dark. Her hearing was muffled, making her own breath sound too loud in the confines of the sack apparently draped over her head. Ugh, and it smelled too. It had to be the bag, no way her breath could smell like mothballs and foot sweat. Kind of like the trunk of a car where things that were used frequently but weren’t necessarily important wound up. 

ChiChi rolled her shoulders, shaking her head back and forth a few times in an effort to dislodge her smelly prison. A few coils of well-worn rope secured her to what felt like a chair; if she had the time, she could probably undo the knots just by memory. However, she wasn’t left wriggling for long; a few moments later the sack was removed and floodlights proceeded to effectively blind her. She hissed in annoyance, whipping her face away to save her adjusting eyes. 

“Daimao, if you’re going to insist on using the same bag every time, could you at least wash it?” ChiChi huffed, savoring air that smelled of sawdust and solder. 

A disappointed grunt pinpointed the location of her ‘host’, or rather, kidnapper. He ought to give her a frequent flyer’s discount at this point, really. 

“Feeling a little dazed, Miss Cox? A little disoriented, a little frightened perhaps?” Was he trying to make his voice sound deeper? ChiChi snorted, finally squinting up at him. 

Daimao was slumped low in his chair, fingers steepled and smirking mischievously. To his left, Icarus was standing tall, his scaly head perfectly suspended in a polished bowl tasked with piloting a very mechanical body. They had a giddy aura around them, like a cat that finally got the cream. 

“I think your chloro-mist is losing its potency-- I don’t even have a headache this time.” 

The villain grinned, fangs curling over his bottom lip. “Mockery won’t rile me up today, Miss Cox, for we finally have the upper hand on Super Saiyan!”

ChiChi wasn’t buying it, and Daimao was aware. Sure, this was his spiel nearly every time, but this time in particular he was right! 

“I’m not buying it.” She confirmed, shifting into a more relaxed position within her binds. “So, what is it this time? Another bank bomb? Maybe a robot army this time?” 

“Wh--” Daimao frowned viciously, lurching to his feet and planting his fists firmly on his hips. “No! Obviously not, I have a completely new and original idea!” Beside him Icarus nodded vigorously, ever supportive of his master. 

“... Is it a death ray or something?”

Daimao gasped, spinning to mash a few buttons on the panel behind him. “Of course not!”

Icarus had the sense to look meek, mouthing to her, ‘He saw it on the back of a cereal box!’

ChiChi snickered, much to her captors chagrin. “Daimao, you’re just so predictable!”

Now, of all the things she’d ever said in these meetings, that was the insult that cut the deepest. His fingers flew over the extensive array of knobs, buttons, and switches, growling, “Predictable! I’ll show you predictable!”

It was fun, this little game that they played together. She reported on Super Saiyan, Daimao kidnapped her, Super Saiyan came to her rescue and kicked his fanny, she went on to report about Daimao, rinse, repeat. But because the cycle was so repetitive, it left little room for surprises. You’d think after years of this schtick, the two super-powered knuckleheads could’ve come up with something new. 

Switch one. “Piranhas, oh noooo!” ChiChi moaned dispassionately as the floor around her seat peeled back to reveal a hungry swarm of man-eating fish. “Seen it!” 

“Try this then!” A series of drill guns swooped from the ceiling, whirring threateningly a few inches from her face. 

ChiChi yawned exaggeratedly; Daimao growled in agitation. 

A set of lasers, a punching wheel, and one snake later, Daimao stood panting over the panel. ChiChi was giving him an infuriatingly knowing smile, one that made his ears tingle and his fists clench. He pounded a yellow button to his left, and the weapons returned to their stations, the floor sealing with an automatic hiss. It only took a few measured steps to have him leaning over her menacingly, a hand on either arm of the chair for leverage. 

“Why can’t you just give me this? You’re really being a killjoy, the best part is about to start.”

“I’m a reporter, Daimao, it’s literally in the job description to tell the most objective truth.” ChiChi flicked her bangs out of her eyes, giving him a coy look from beneath her dark lashes. “Would you rather I lie to you?”

He fought the warmth rushing to his ears, hating the way it stained his skin purple, and frowned-- not pouted, frowned. Genius villains with huge egos didn’t pout! And they didn’t lose either, at least, not without a fight. 

“That depends; would you lie to me if I asked what you were doing this Saturday night?”

That threw her off her game for sure. ChiChi blinked, a hint of shock playing across her face. “I won’t have to lie if I’m doing nothing.” 

“And if you’re doing nothing, that means you’re free to get a drink with me then, am I correct?”

Surprise, in the shape of her lips and the glint in her eyes; that’s the ticket. A pretty rose color dusted her cheeks, which dimpled as she chuckled to cover any other wayward emotions. “You know, I guess I have to say, you really--” 

“You shouldn’t flirt with your captives, Daimao. It’s obvious that they can’t consent!” A booming voice filled the domed room, which now had a man-shaped hole in the roof. Super Saiyan floated a few feet below it, arms crossed over his chest while he beamed down at them. “Anyway, everyone knows that bad guys don’t get the girl!”

He leaves no room for a witty remark from his opponent before the two of them are making another hole in the side of the building, echoes of their fight still filling the air even as they tumble through the sky. 

Icarus sighed, giving ChiChi an understanding look as he slipped the knots loose in her binds. “How about a ride home? I owe you for the smelly bag.”

But ChiChi wasn’t really listening as she rose from the chair, rubbing at the marks the ropes had left in her skin. Her gaze was stuck on the exit wound torn into the side of the building. 

“Yeah… guess you’d be right about that, Daimao.” She smiled to herself as Icarus slipped the stinky sack over her head once more, to secure the privacy of their lair’s location. “Couldn’t have predicted that one.”

[chiccolofans]

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