I swallowed the lump in my throat. My objectives had been thrown into the wind; drown in the river.

I stepped into our small kitchen where so many memories had taken place. The majority of those memories, I realized, did not include me.

I had spent my entire life trying to get away from everything; trying to keep myself from admitting that I had something that I didn’t want to loose. Pretending that everything was perfect in my world of glass.

She was sitting at the table, reading a book and drinking coffee.

I watched her for a long time, reluctant to let the moment end.

“Chichi,” My voice broke. I had to clear my throat before I could continue.

She looked up at me, and at once knew something was terribly wrong. “Yes?”

“I…” I could not continue. A sob tore from my throat. I fell to my knees. “Forgive me- I’ve ruined everything.”

She was on her feet. “Goku? What’s wrong?” She knelt before me, placing her hands on my back.

“I’ve done something unforgivable.” I fell apart. I wasn’t even listening to what I was saying anymore. I was trying to sort out what I was going to say before I said them but the words were coming out of my mouth so quickly I had to opt for thinking while I was talking.

I can’t recall exactly what I said, but eventually I got to the point. Tears and sobs mingling, I finally could tell her. “I had an affair,”

She backed away from me quickly. “What?”

I looked up at her, tears falling down my face freely, uninterrupted.

“You had an…? After all the time we’ve been in love? After all the memories we made together?” She started at me blankly, in shock.

That look was the worst part of it. She seemed lost in her own thoughts.

Then, she broke.

“How could you do this!” She screamed shrilly. “How could you tear us apart like this!” she began sobbing while she screamed. She tore things from the shelves and hurled them across the room. Most of them shattered when they came in contact with the wall, sending thousands of pieces of ceramic onto the floor.

My heart lurched and I felt sick.

“How could you do this…?” She calmed and fell to the floor. She rested her head on her arms and turned away so she wouldn’t have to look at me.

Silence fallowed. What could I do? An apology would not have been enough.

“I suspected that you had been cheating on me, but I didn’t think that you would tell me so openly.” That statement made me wince. “…Who is she?” She eventually asked.

I hesitated. I hadn’t expected her to want to know who I had been with. “…It was not a woman.”

“Not a woman?” She shuttered, curling up into a ball on the floor. “Are you a faggot?”

That hurt more than I thought it would. To hear something like that from the person you thought you loved for so long was betrayal of the worst kind. Maybe she had not been my true love after all.

“Who was it?” She asked, allowing me to disregard her former question.

“Vegeta.” I said proudly. I would not be ashamed just because he was a man.

“Vegeta?” She rolled and looked me right in the eye. “You fucked him? Who knows where he’s been?”

I didn’t understand her statement.

“The man has been out in space for most of his life. You don’t know who or what he’s fucked before you or what he could give you other than a little fun.”

“What are you saying?”

“Do you pay him for his services?”

I got to my feet. I went for her, grabbed her to her feet and pressed her again the wall by her collar. “Don’t you talk about him like that, ever. A whore is someone who uses people for personal gain. I’ve found someone who wants something other than just a husband. If you can’t except that, that’s fine, I don’t care; but if you want to rightfully call someone a whore, you might want to look in the mirror first.”

She gave me a look of disbelief. “Let go of me.” I did so and she straightened her clothes. “Get out. I don’t ever want to see you again.”

I left with a single glance of foreboding towards her.

On my way out, Goten stopped me. “Is that it? You two are done?”

I nodded. I could not speak; for the tears would surly begin to fall.

“You’re not even going to try? You’re not even going to tell her you’re sorry? That you love her?”

The tears did fall, but they were hot, angry tears. “Sometimes things don’t work out the way you want them to. Sometimes you realize the person you thought you loved was just a person you where afraid to admit existed.”

I blinked away the tears at the memory.

“She called me a whore?” He asked, crossing his arms. “Me? But I’m so cute and adorable. How could she call me a whore?”

Vegeta was such a fascinating person. He could find reason to be angered at such petty things, and then find humor in places where there shouldn’t be.

“She also asked if I was a faggot.”

He shrugged. “I don’t know the word.”

I then realized that English was not his first language. There were still some words he didn’t know. The word ‘faggot’ meant nothing to him; it was merely a string of syllables.

“It’s a derogatory word for homosexual.”

He still did not understand.

“On earth, it’s meant as an insult.”

He rolled over onto his back. “I’ll have to remember that the next time I’m arguing with someone. Does it work to describe women too?”

“Not usually, but you can use it if you want to.” I placed my hand over his stomach.

By now, a few weeks after my little spat with Chichi, Vegeta had begun to show. His stomach was rounder, and it had almost lost its washboard form completely. Nothing moved just yet, but it was obvious that something soon would.

“I saw the boys the other day.” Vegeta said all of a sudden.

“Could you tell yet? Is he…?”

“I don’t know.”

I lay back on the bed, my arm behind my head. “What do you think its going to be?”

He shrugged. “Most likely a boy.” He felt his stomach. “This one will be a boy.”

I rolled my eyes. He’d been saying that for a week now. He really wanted a boy, I think. He probably didn’t want to have to deal with a girl.

Vegeta had told Bulma too. She had kicked him out, but then figured he would need a place to stay, at least until the baby was born. She let us have a capsule home, which we set up in a valley near a stream.

Goten and Trunks weren’t kicked out, though, mostly because they where still babies themselves. Chichi seemed sort of… happy about Trunks and Goten’s supposed baby.

They didn’t seem to understand what this could do to both Trunks and Goten, but I didn’t want to shatter their perfect world just yet.

Bulma had Goten stay at Capsule corp. so he could be with Trunks and so that she could observe him. She seemed fascinated with the thought of a baby growing inside of a man for a change.

“I need those fish cracker things.” Vegeta announced.

“Goldfish?”

“Yes.”

Over the past week he had developed some of the strangest cravings. Vanilla ice cream with cut up hotdogs on top, liquorish and vinegar, and a few other things. But mostly he ate goldfish. He always got the pizza flavored ones because he knew I wouldn’t eat them because they were gross.

“You have to eat vegetables too, you know.”

“Do they have vegetable flavored fish cracker things?”

“I don’t think so…”

He shrugged. “Whatever, I wouldn’t eat them anyway.”

He left the room for the kitchen.

I got up and pulled a shirt on over my chest. It was sort of cold in here, even with the heat on. The only time I really felt warm was when Vegeta and I lay in bed together. When we were apart I felt venerable, even though I was the one who was supposed to be protecting him now.

I found myself in the room next to the bathroom. It was more like a guest room; Bulma had added it, thinking we would be sleeping in separate rooms; but there was nothing in it.

Eventually we would put a crib in this room. Maybe paint it a nice color, like blue or pink, depending on what it is. Hang up some curtains. This empty emotionless room would look nice with a baby to decorate it, I think.

I mentally laughed. A baby to decorate it. That’s so horrible to say.

I sat down on the floor and leaned back. Sometimes the silence was good; but most of the time the silence brought back memories better left at the back of the mind.

“Kakorot!” Vegeta cried, pulling me out of my own memories.

I blinked. “Yeah?”

“We’re all out of fish cracker things.” He announced and showed me the empty bag. “This is a dark day.”

I laughed at this, but his expression did not change. “I’ll run out and get you some more, okay?”

He didn’t respond.

I got to my feet. “Something wrong?”

He shook his head.

I stepped closer to him and placed my hands on his hips. I kissed his forehead. “Everything is going to be alright.”

He continued to stare of into space, an emptiness in his eyes that seemed unbearable to look at.

I kissed his lips, which he responded to after a few moments. When he pulled away to speak I continued down his neck. “What if this one is sick, Kakorot? Or if it has something wrong with it?”

“Do you want to ask Bulma to look at it?” I said in-between kisses.

He seemed to think this over, his head tilting to the side unconsciously.

“If you see it, then maybe you won’t worry as much.”

This seemed to convince him. “Alright. But you have to ask her.”

I didn’t think I was Bulma’s favorite person at the moment. She had told Vegeta that she hated me and that I had torn their family apart. I winced at that thought.

My hands traveled from his narrow hips to his waist, where I rubbed his stomach carefully.

“Kakorot?”

“Okay, I’ll ask her.”

He pushed my hands away gently and meant to leave the room.

I spun him around and grabbed his ass, pinning him up against the wall about a foot off the ground.

“What are you doing?” He asked with a gasp of surprise.

I pulled his pants off halfway, shifted so I could hold him better, and then pulled them off all the way.

“Kakorot, let go! We can do this in the bedroom, but I refuse to do it here!”

I crushed our lips together.

He grabbed onto me when I let one hand drop from underneath him, thinking I would let him fall.

He did not kiss me back at first, still trying to get me off of him. Eventually he did comply though, finding no use in fighting me.

I pulled away, a string of saliva connecting us both still. I licked my fingers. He stared at me, face completely blank.

When my hand left my mouth and disappeared from his line of vision his eyes grew narrow. “Don’t,” He warned.

I tilted my head and taped his entrance lightly.

“Kakorot,” His teeth were beginning to bear.

I slipped two fingers inside him and pressed towards me.

He was mad now; infuriated. He hated when I did this to him, which only encouraged me to do it as often as I could.

I didn’t know if the feeling of fingers inside you felt good, but from Vegeta’s reaction, I was led to believe it felt like an invasion.

Muscle contracted around my fingers, trying to get me out. I slipped another finger inside him.

He groaned with what could have been annoyance or pleasure.

“Purr for me,” I whispered in his ear.

I liked it when he purred; it was somehow sexy; but he rarely did it anymore, not since that first time we had made love.

“No.” He spat and pushed against me. When I didn’t move, he optioned to negotiate. “I will if you get off me.”

“Do it and I’ll let you go.”

He hissed animalisticly. “Bastard,” he hit me across the face hard enough to shatter bone.

I had no time to reach. I sprawled backwards and crashed onto the floor. Exploding pain throbbed around my eye.

He was on his feet already, watching.

You would think I would have learned after the first time he had ‘defended himself’, back in the bathroom at Capsule corp. He had bitten me then because I wouldn’t let him go. This time was much worst.

“What have we learned?” He asked.

A string of insults came to mind, but I did not say anything. I glared at him.

He picked up his pants and put them back on. He sat before me and stared into my eyes for a while. Then, a moment later, he did purr for me.

It was a beautiful sound; like a cat, but much deeper. His chest expanded quickly, as if he were out of breath.

“I’m sorry I tried to molest you.” I said quietly.

“Tried?” He said, but made no more comments on the subject. “I’m sorry I hit you in the face.” He muttered.

“What?” I asked.

He snorted, frowning. “You heard me.”

“What was that? I didn’t really hear you, can you say it again?”

“Can you find a whore to fuck?” He stood and began to walk away.

“I don’t need to go out and find one.” He said jokingly.

“Then why don’t you ever pay me? I’m very expensive, Kakorot. If you want to lie with me, your going to be broke by tomorrow.”

He was cocky even when he was talking about whoring himself out.

I followed after him into the kitchen. “Vegeta, how do you say ‘my difficult sex toy’ in Saiyan?”

He gave me a look. “Why?”

“You need a nick-name.”

“I’m not difficult!” it was odd that he chose that to defend. “In common or high-speech?”

“Um… I don’t know. Which is easier to speak?”

He shrugged. “They’re the same.”

“High speech.”

“Anun le uanglen mate-yun.”