Dragonball: Unforgotten

Chapter 18

Dragonball: Unforgotten  
Chapter Eighteen

Sixteen weeks. That's how long you had known Goku, pretty much to the day. In sixteen weeks of time it seemed like your entire world had changed so much in such a short amount of time. Relatively speaking of course. It was at the end of the first week in September, a time when you would normally want to hit your head against the desk as teachers droned on and on. You would have been in your final year of High School; scrambling to figure out your future. And really you should have still been doing that last part but somehow it didn't seem as frightening or urgent. Not since Goku had promised you every that he had. Somehow that sense of security with him felt right, you didn't really question it very much, as did many things with him.

Goku, however, had a few questions he couldn't seem to answer for himself. One question in particular - why was it so hard to get you to smell and be ready to have sex? It had been a week since you and he had that experimental morning. And he'd done what you asked...but he couldn't smell that sweet spicy aroma he'd quickly grown to crave. It was really strange. He'd tried doing everything that he remembered doing whenever he'd catch a whiff of it before. He'd been doing all the same workouts (with and without his shirt to see if it made a difference), training himself whenever there was room (again, seeing if there was a difference with or without clothes) ...swimming...hugging you close in the mornings; everything he could think of to get you to pay attention. Nothing. And he hadn't been able to get an erection without it. He'd been waiting for one ever since he went to the store and bought those weird things. You said that guys could help get girls to be ready. You'd told him that guys can be ready almost instantly. He didn't want to think that you lied to him but...maybe you were wrong. Because without that special attention, that special scent, he couldn't seem to get ready.

Also, why did they say that the condom tasted like cherry? It tasted nothing like a cherry!

He couldn't even get you to explain that to him. The moment you saw him chewing on a flavored condom you'd lost it. You'd laughed so hard at his expression that you worked yourself into tears. You still actually needed to apologize for that...but come on, that was hilarious. He'd given you the silent treatment since you'd laughed at his efforts with the not-cherry-flavored-thing which you did actually regret.

So as a way of kind of creating a truce, you'd brought him his favorite food. You held it out to him, hoping that you could mend your mistake. There were two balls left to find but you had been going a bit slower than before. It seemed that no matter what you did, you hadn't been able to get enough sleep in a while. And you couldn't seem to really eat anything - you didn't have an appetite. Not compared to what you used to have at least. You were down to normal portions for the average person; that was half of what you used to eat on a slow day. Considering your skyrocketed metabolism that wasn't a good thing. You'd already lost a bit of weight in just the last week. If the scale was to be believed you lost around five pounds in that week alone. Which was alarming. Still...you knew that you were dying so it wasn't like losing weight or your appetite was a big shock. Nor was the general body pain in your lower back, sides, and around your heart. The only things that seemed to be functioning correctly for you were your arms and legs. And even they sometimes didn't want to move about as you wanted them to.

Which was why Goku was helping the local village stock up with firewood. He really was a nice guy. And he seemed to enjoy the time to do something physical to help someone else. Which was just another sign of his generalized awesomeness.

"I'm sorry for laughing," you apologized. "I wasn't making fun of you or anything. It was just...the image was really funny, that's all."

Goku looked at the food you held out for him and then at your face. He smiled as he put down the ax, scooting the two pieces of wood into pretty unbelievable sized pile. You sat down on the larger stump he was using as his cutting mat, not minding the debris that was around the ring. Goku sat with his back facing you and you leaned against him, humming quietly to yourself. You kicked your legs out as he ate, just enjoying being outside with him when he wasn't staring at you like he expected you to grow another head.