Chapter 1

Dragonball: Unforgotten 

Chapter Ninety-nine 

“Okay back the hell up,” you said as the momentary shock wore off. 

Gohan looked at you as his chest heaved at a pace only anger could make. You could feel his energy whipping around his body, pulsing and snapping. His entire demeanor screamed ‘kill’ and that was why you got so vocal. Especially with the way his eyes kept flickering to the jeweled tone and his hair snapped upwards with brief flashes of gold. With that much anger you very much doubted he was joking. 

“You are not going to rip your dad apart,” you told him, tugging on his hand to pull him back. 

“Yes. I am.”

“Gohan. No.”

“Yes.”

“Gohan I’m serious,” you said as you clenched your jaw, pulling your hand away from him moodily. “I’m not going to let you wish Goku back just so you can kill him.”

His eyes flashed strongly at that point as he seethed. The flicker of energy was almost blinding. 

“He is why we can’t get married and you still want him to stay around?! He’s trying to steal you away from me!”

“He would say the exact same thing about you!” You tossed back at him before you took a deep breath and tried to continue in a more reasonable tone of voice. “Goku isn’t completely to blame for this. I mean yeah I made an agreement to keep you safe because I don’t want to see you hurt. Like ever. But your fucking mother is the biggest issue.”

He clenched his fists. You saw the way his muscles clenched even if you couldn’t feel the way his energy snapped around. 

“She is the reason I literally can’t marry anyone anymore. I can’t do anything legally anymore because of her,” you seethed. “She tried to accuse me of kidnapping Goten for God’s sake! And when that didn’t stick and she found us sleeping together, she is the one who got me kicked out of my home and arrested. Goku has nothing to do with that. Goku would never do that to me or anyone. Your mother is to blame for ruining the future you were planning.  You want to rip someone apart, fuck, rip her apart. God knows I want to.”

Gohan’s rage hadn’t abated but hearing you talk about ripping his mother apart did make him pause. You took multiple deep breaths as you tried to reign in your own violent urges. It was much more difficult than flying, that was for sure. The rage that had built up for that woman was practically blinding now that you were giving it voice. You had spent a day curled up crying before you’d gotten on the ship. Maybe it was time to let anger have it’s moment in the sun. 

“But dad is the one who—“

“Your dad has done nothing that would keep us apart Gohan,” you told him spitefully. “You’ve done more to break us up than he has.”

“What?” Gohan asked as he looked at you, disbelief taking a place over his anger. “What have I done?”

“What have you done? Are you serious?” Anger felt much better than guilt or sadness. So much better. So you might have given it some space. “Oh where do I even start?...okay.  So you’ve accused me of cheating on you a lot. Like at least three times and we haven’t been dating that long. You sat back and watched your mom destroy my life and you did nothing. You’ve done nothing but question every choice I’ve made like life isn’t already hard enough. And when we got on this ship we spent half the time fucking and the other half fighting. And you know what? That seems like a pattern at this point. I miss what we had. When we were friends. I miss that. I want my friend back. I fell in love with my friend, Gohan, and I’ve lost him in the last week. Do you get how much that sucks? That’ll be twice for me if it stays like this damn it.”

That took a good portion of the wind out of his sails. Anger gave way to disbelief as he stared at you. Disbelief turned to confusion and hurt. You watched it happen but you really couldn’t care at this point. You’d given the control to the anger and bitterness inside of you. To the point that you never noticed that your hair had moved up around your head, that your energy had cracked all around you, or that your body shifted as the turmoil inside leaked out.  Gohan, however, watched your first super saiyan transformation with awe...and guilt. 

Gohan called your name out in disbelief as he looked at you. You ignored him and continued your rant. 

“Life sucks. You made it suck less for a while. But now it’s getting worse again. And if this is how it’s always going to be with us I’m done. Especially if you can’t see what’s really happening and keep blaming Goku for everything. Or worse - keep assuming I’ll cheat on you. Cause that’s fucked up to know you can’t trust me. So yeah ...maybe calling it quits is for the best.”

“No,” Gohan said quietly with his eyes widening marginally. 

“Yeah.”

“No please, no,” Gohan said as he stepped in closer. 

“Better now than later.”

Anger was exhausting...that was new. You fought through it but it felt like something broke and crashed down all around you. Gohan watched as you panted when your first super saiyan transformation faded and your hair fell back down once more. 

He stepped forward awkwardly with an apology on his lips. “I’m sorry—“

“At least this way you won’t have to worry about being responsible for a pregnant deviant like me anymore,” you bite out bitterly as you tried to catch your breath, still unaware of why you were so exhausted. 

“You’re not a deviant—“

“Fine. Monster. Alien freak. Whore. Whatever. Your mom will be fucking ecstatic to know you agree with her finally.”

“She doesn’t think that! She—”

“—Gohan she’s literally called me all of that to my face. And more. So don’t you dare tell me she doesn’t mean it. Or you know what, go ahead. Call me a liar. I don’t care anymore.”

You did. You cared a lot. So much that you wanted to be angry so you didn’t have to feel the pain of how much that caring cost you. 

“Don’t say that,” Gohan implored. “Look I know you’re angry right now but we can get through this. I’ll make it better I promise.”

“When have you ever made anything better?” You snapped at him. 

And then you realized what you did. Gohan flicked away from you at those barbed words the hurt look on his face made that anger implode inwards and you directed it at yourself. Maybe Chichi was right — maybe you were a monster. Because it seemed like you had just shattered the one thing that was still good in your life. 

“Gohan—Gohan,” you called out in a stressed out tone. “Gohan, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—I just—oh.”

There were no words to describe how fast your emotions had changed. You’d gone on a rollercoaster of sadness and anger. Self pity and hurt. Mostly fueled by rage. And now you were thrown through the loop of regret. 

You felt like you were going to be sick. 

Correction, you were. 

You felt the nausea of guilt boil up so quickly that it was a wonder you’d made it out of the bedroom to the bathroom toilet. And out came the semi-digested food you’d eaten before you tried to send Trunks and Broly off earlier.