Female Goku x Vegeta: Rivals or lovers

Cursed family

Gohan's POV
I feel Piccolos leg slam into my stomach causing me to cough out blood. I see him raise his arm to backhand me, but I move my head back. I feel his sharp knuckles graze my left cheek as wind hits my eyes. I grab Piccolo's arm to pull him closer and ram my elbow into his nose( should be fractured). I take my knee and smash it against his ribs ( approximately three ribs should be broken). Using the same leg, I kick him against the side of his head ( his jaw and skull should be cracked). I then charge up and fire a Masenko at the dazed Piccolo. I hear him shout in agony as the blast engulfs him. A massive explosion occurs, the force of it pushing me back. I stare at the pitch black smoke waiting for it to disappear, revealing a damaged and battered Piccolo, but all it shows is emptiness. I stagger back in shock to feel Piccolo's chest. I feel his threatening presence hover over me, then I feel a sharp stinging blast  collide against my back. I instantly fall unconscious.

I wake up to see Piccolo cradling me in his arms. He sets me down on the hard mountain floor. " You were angry during our training, want to talk about that?" Piccolo questions. I'm surprised by his remark. Was I really that angry? I didn't even notice. " It's nothing really, I promise." I can see that he doesn't believe me. " It's about your mother training with Vegeta isn't it?" Piccolo says sounding sure of himself. I mean, he isn't wrong. " Yeah, kind of." Who wouldn't be mad at the fact that a man who has tried to kill you multiple times is training with your mother? I have a feeling it's not just strength he wants, thirsty bastard. I look back at Piccolo who has a perplexed look on his face. " You really don't like Vegeta, do you Gohan?" Piccolo asks in between chuckles. I forgot that he can read signals very well . " I guess so." I reply nervously. Piccolo nods his head meaningfully and says " I'm sure your mother just wants to get stronger with Vege-." " I see the way he looks at her, it's so perverted." I interrupt. This just causes him to chuckle even louder. What is so funny about this? I shoot him a serious look and he immediately stops laughing. He clears his throat then says " If there is something going on with Gokua and Vegeta let it happen." He pauses and looks at me " She could use another relationship." I don't comment on this remark. Is this moms way of escaping her relationship? It is really horrible and only going downhill from here. But seeing as dads replacement could be Vegeta, I don't see how that is going to be any better. I stand up and start ascending into the air. " See you tomorrow Piccolo." I shout over to him. He waved goodbye as I burst off to home. Dad is probably scolding mom right now. I don't know why she doesn't stand up to him when she is stronger. What is she afraid of ?

I finally land at the front steps of my house already hearing dad shouting. " Food was supposed to be ready an hour ago!" I hear him shout. I reluctantly open the door to see my father sitting up in the couch scolding mom. She is desperately scrambling around the kitchen, grabbing spices and silverware. I smell the curry from my room. I take off my training gi and switch to my clothes. I walk out of my room to go watch T.V. I try to reach for the remote, but my dad just snatched it away, looking at me with a cold dead stare. I plop myself against a nearby couch. " Hurry it up woman!" he shouts even louder. I cringe at his thunderous and booming shout. Mother hurried over to the living room with a tray, laying down father's food in front of him. He looks at the food, then curls his nose in disgust. " Take a shower, you reek." he remarks. She starts to turn around and head to the bathroom, but not before dad smacks her butt. He always does that and I don't know why. It's a few minutes of me just watching the T.V switch through different channels before father says " What are you doing watching television?" I'm at first confused about what he is saying. " Why aren't you studying so you can make something out of your life instead of fighting." He shouts at me. Of course. The only reason he wants me to study this hard is so I can get a good high paying job so I can give him my earnings. I start walking to my room until I hear " I live with idiots." I slowly turn to my father, anger seeping through my body. " What are you still doing here, go and STUDY!" he shouts. Concluding he is not worth it, I walk into my room and slam the door harder than expected. I cringed at the loud THUMP. " Don't forget who is payed for this house you imbecile." More words come from the living room. I clench my fist, my nails digging deep into my skin. I take my backpack and pull out any books I have. I have read these same books for a year now. I practically know every single page by heart. God this is living hell.

Gokua's POV

I finish drying myself off and place my towel on the sink. I wipe the fog from my mirror and look deeply into it. I look at myself. I comb my hair to it's usual style. Can I do anything right? I can't ever keep Chin Chin happy for more than a few minutes. Am I really a terrible wife? I cook, I clean, I do the laundry, and I have even saved the world for him. He doesn't appreciate me, he never has. I should just divorce, but I can't. I don't know how Gohan would react. Besides, Chin Chin pays the bills, without him the house would fall apart. It would be stupid to raise Gohan with no home. I just don't know what to do. I feel trapped, like I'm in a glass box and it is closing in on me. If I try to break out, shards will only fall down and tear me into pieces. I start breaking down, tears leaking from my eyes, my face melting. I cup my face in my hands to cover my weeping and sobbing. I look at my dropping face and reflect. What are you doing crying in the bathroom? You are the strongest warrior out there. I can just train to keep it out of mind, or I can talk to Bulma. Yea, I can talk to Bulma. She is the best person to talk to.

I wear my casual white shirt and brown jeans. As I walk out the door, I put my favorite orange and black jacket. " I'm going to go over Bulma's house, okay Chin Chin?" I tell him. He takes a long sip of tea before saying " Is it Bulma you're seeing or that Vegeta of yours?" he responds in a cold stern voice. What did he just say? I must have heard something else. Did he actually say that? " What are you talking about?" I ask. He loudly places his cup down and continues. " Don't play dumb with me, or dumber than you already are." I am taken back by the sharpness in his words. " Vegeta is just my training-!" " Bullshit!" He cuts me off. " You lying slut, get the hell out!" He screams at the top of his lungs. I don't know if it was a fit of rage or sadness, but I slam the door breaking it down. " I'm sick and tired of this!" I shout. It starts as a sprint but then into flight. I burst into the air . I feel my warm tears run down my cheek. I fly even faster and faster and faster. I just need to escape, escape it all right now.

To be continued...