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❥𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑂𝑛𝑒: 𝑆𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

Anxious, nervous, timid: Chi-Chi timorously drummed her fingers against the oval teak dining table as she impatiently waited for her husband to open their bedroom door. She mentally prepared her words for the past hour, plotting different ways to divorce her husband. Chi-Chi knew she was going to miss him being hers; miss cooking meals for him and rubbing his hurting stomach whenever he would eat too much; miss his lack of shame when it came to making noise during sex; and miss the adorable way his nose would twitch in his sleep as he mumbled random strings of words - though his nightly flatulence is something she definitely won't be missing. Countless times she had been startled by the loudness of his wind during the night.

However, things are different now. There haven't been any sweet moments at all. Her husband was barely home and she had been building a secret relationship with Yamcha instead. It's time for Chi-Chi and Goku to move on for each other's sake.

"Mornin', Chi'!" Goku's yawn and hand patting his wife's shoulder startled the poor woman.

"Don't scare me like that, Goku!" She snapped before softening her eyes at the way Goku held his hands up in defence and tittered. Sighing, Chi-Chi sat back down in her seat - not remembering when she had risen - before softly requesting, "Can we talk, please?"

"Can I eat first?"

The frown darkening Chi-Chi's facial features indicated he had asked the wrong question. Instantly, Goku scrambled to take a seat across from his wife and audibly gulped, anticipating a harsh scolding.

I'm going to miss how compliant he his... Chi-Chi cleared her throat, "It's about-"

"I'm sorry for not finishing the fields yesterday!" Goku abruptly apologised.

"What-"

"I was gonna finish but 'Geta was gettin' real moody at me because we haven't sparred in a while - an' ya know how scary he can be when he's mad-"

"I don't give a shit about that, Goku!" Her harsh, booming yell and baffling use of profanity startled the poor saiyan, making him whimper. Chi-Chi's heart twinged with guilt. Quickly, she uttered a soft apology, "I'm sorry, Goku. I didn't mean to snap like that."

Goku mumbled, "...it's fine... it's not the first time..." while sinking into his chair. Gods , did this man reek of despair.

"This is why I want to talk about us. Our marriage." Chi-Chi noticed Goku's gaze leaving the floor to reach her worried eyes. "We're both unhappy-"

Goku desperately cut her off, "But, Chi-"

She was quick to respond, "Let me finish," before elaborating, "We're not meeting each other's needs anymore. You're a free spirit, Goku. You want to train and fight to your heart's content; until you're no longer able fight anymore." She could tell he wanted to add something by the way his mouth twitched. She continued, "But I want a husband. I want unconditional love, Goku. I want affection, I want to give affection, but you don't like that. You don't want love."

Goku frowned at that part. "But I love you, Chi-Chi. I love you and our family."

"No you don't." Chi-Chi's voice cracked as tears crept from the corners of her ears. "You're incapable of loving someone romantically. You don't love me, you love my cooking. You almost never desire me-"

"But I really wanted to do that really nice exercise with you last night-"

"And then what? We'd have sex then you'll leave and we'll never do it again until a year later."

The cogs in Goku's mind slowly turned. "So... you're saying we should have sex more often?"

"No!" Chi-Chi snapped, making the Saiyan flinch. "I'm saying I want actual love. I want a man who would kiss me, cuddle me, whisper sweet nothings in my ear and remind me everyday why we're married." Tears were dribbling down her cheeks at this point. "That's what I want. But you don't want that. You'll never do that."

"Because I don't get it! What does all that have to do with being married?" Goku's brain hurt from all of this new information. "I train to get stronger so I can protect you and the boys because I love you. I love you, Chi-Chi."

Chi-Chi sniffed as she ripped tissue from the cardboard tissue box, blowing her nose before asking without hesitance, already knowing the heart-wrenching answer to her query, "Why did you marry me again?"

Goku raised a brow at that question, but answered it anyway, "Because I promised that you'd be my bride. Don't ya remember, 'Chi?" He smiled; maybe reminiscing on their childhood romance could lighten the mood and remove the awful tension polluting the atmosphere.

And that response was all it took to make Chi-Chi bawl her eyes out; her screams of agony were muffled by the crumbled tissue in her palms.

"Chi-Chi..." Goku softly spoke her name. "Don't cry." He stood up in order to approach her and console her, but he was swatted away by Chi-Chi's hands.

"No, Goku." She sharply inhaled. "I know you're not good at dealing with tears."

Goku's heart twinged at those words. This is all my fault. "I'm sorry, Chi-Chi." His head and shoulders sank as he trudged his way to slump in seat at the far end of the table. "What can I do to be better? We can cuddle? Do all the things you said married people are supposed to do?"

Chi-Chi shook her head. As much as her heart fluttered at the offer, she knew that she had to let her childhood lover go. "I'm setting you free, Goku." She bittersweetly smiled through tears before sniffling and adding, "You're clearly trapped in this marriage. We're constantly bickering and snapping at each other - well, it's mostly me that is easily irritable. But the point is, Goku, you need to be free. You don't want love, you want an opponent. You want freedom, and I want a man who's hardworking and family oriented. I know you care for our sons, but fighting always comes first with you - and that's in your Saiyan nature, so there's nothing I can do about that except set you free." It hurt to let him go, and yet, she felt relieved at the

same time.

Goku struggled to form a response; he sat there, face contorting into various expressions as fragments of words softly left his lips.

"There's also another thing, Goku..." Chi-Chi gulped. Maybe I shouldn't tell him that... it's too soon. Goku tilted his head with a raised brow, coaxing her to continue. Chi-Chi shakily exhaled, "I'm seeing someone."

"What do you mean?" Goku queried.

"I mean that I'm currently dating someone else." She clarified.

Goku's mouth made an 'o' shape to confirm he had understood her clarification. "But I thought that when you're married, you can't date other people..."

Chi-Chi cleared her throat before pushing a small stack of papers across the table along with a black pen. "Well, Goku, once you sign these papers, we'll officially be divorced." She bit the inside of her lip as Goku examined the dotted line where his signature was required.

"This is it then?"

"Yes, Goku. I'm setting you free."

Hesitantly, Goku grabbed hold of the pen and hovered it over the page. "So... once I sign this... we're no longer married?" He was given a simple nod in response, and so, he scribbled a signature he created on the spot along the dotted line before pushing the papers back across to his now ex-wife, Chi-Chi.

Chi-Chi examined the illegible, messy squiggle of Goku's full name. "You're now free, Goku; you can go do as you please."

"Are ya still gonna cook for me?"

She frowned before quickly softening her expression. "Sometimes." She answered with honesty. "Though, I won't be here anymore."

"Whaddya mean?"

"We'll discuss that later." Chi-Chi responded. "I'll make you some breakfast, Goku."

"Yay!" Goku cheered. He was about to say, "I love you," as he watched his ex-wife walk into the kitchen until he remembered that their marriage is now in the past.