CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT: OTHER MATTERS
It
is said that waiting builds character. It is said that through it, you can
learn patience. Whoever said that did not spend an entire month with naive
idiot-boy and his son, naive rage-kid- AKA Gokou and Gohan. Well, at least
Gohan wasn't prone to rages- he just acted far too much like his father.
Piccolo had made for good conversation at first, but after the first two and a
half weeks, he had regressed into a growling, caveman-like being. Apparently,
the Planet of the Saiya-jin wasn't doing too much for his temperament. Bardock
pretended that nothing was wrong, but as Zarbon had pointed out, he and Seripa
tended to keep away from all of the commotion. Everything would probably have
gone perfectly well if not for the fact that King Cold had suddenly been delayed
by another month, and Chichi had badgered everyone until she was shipped in to
Planet Vegeta, too. That woman had been capable of scaring off Elite Class
Saiya-jin warriors, and seemed to relish doing so at every given opportunity.
Apparently, something had snapped inside of Chichi's brain when she had left
earth, and she had been steadily taking it out on everything that moved or
breathed ever since.
Even
Zangya had been showing signs of exasperation lately, and Zarbon had to
sympathize. he himself felt like he had been put through the wringer every time
that Chichi had so much as flung her gaze on him, and Salad visibly shrank away
behind her husband. Chichi and Salad's first meeting was a rather eventful one,
and one not happily remembered.
"And
who's this slut? As if having Bulma around night and day was enough- now we
have THIS little tramp to deal with!" Chichi had shouted in her bitchiest
tone possible.
"That's
my WIFE," Zarbon asserted, putting an extra emphasis on the WIFE part.
"My WIFE, with whom I have been happily married for a few YEARS now, with
NOTHING going wrong. Chichi, meet
SALAD, my WIFE." Somehow, Salad had kept a smiling, cheerful
countenance for that first meeting. She lost it soon after.
Now,
the two women could be heard yelling at each other for up to several hours at a
time... each and every day... and both of their husbands tended to lock
themselves up in small, cramped hotel closets during those times.
It
was one of those times.
And,
due to a strange, small, twist of fate, both husbands were now currently
cramped up in the same closet, listening in fear to the two raging demons carry
on their argument from outside.
"Who's
winning?" Gokou whispered as quietly as he possibly could without being
silent.
"I
don't know... and quite frankly, I don't want to know!" Zarbon whispered
back just as softly.
A
sudden image arose in Zarbon's mind. He saw exactly what was going on, from a
third-party perspective. he and Gokou were hiding like frightened rabbits from
two PMS-ing women who weren't even directing their rages at them! Now it was
Zarbon's turn to snap.
Zarbon
planned out his attack pattern- he and Gokou were going to just march out of
that closet, stop the fighting, and take control of the situation, and they
would do it like the self-reliant champions they were!
Zarbon
turned to Gokou to relay his plan, but one look in the Saiya-jin warriors eyes
was enough to tell him that they both were ready and prepared to take command
of things.
In
a flash of pure righteous power, the two of them burst from the closet, heads
held high, chests out, eyes flaring with the fire of justice...
"What
do you two idiots think you're doing?!?!? YOU BROKE THE CLOSET DOOR!! YOU
IDIOTS!!!"
***
Five
minutes later, both Zarbon and Gokou were out on the street.
"How
long do you think it'll be until they let us back in, Zarbon?" Gokou asked
in a totally defeated voice.
"At
this rate... never. Someone once told me that when you're wife is going insane,
you should visit someone whose wife is normal. Want to go see your father,
Gokou?"
"Sure!"
Gokou exclaimed, and the two defeated warriors walked off and away from the
chaos that was the hotel.
***
"Amazing."
Zarbon commented, arms folded. "Only five weeks and already it's showing a
little bit. That's some baby you're going to have, Seripa."
Seripa
shrugged. "Bardock says that both of his other sons were like that, too-
too anxious to get out to stick around the whole nine months."
"Hey!"
Gokou exclaimed from his vantage point on the balcony outside of the apartment,
"I can hear the baby's heartbeat from here!"
Zarbon
glanced up at him. "Do they even have heartbeats at that age?" he
asked.
"Well,
it's more of a sloshy sound, but I guess..."
Zarbon
waved his hand dismissively. "You Saiya-jin and your hearing. You can hear
a month-old fetus' heartbeat, but a giant rock monster could sneak up behind
you with ease."
"Hey,
I resent that!" Gokou half-shouted.
Bardock
simply walked up behind his son and pushed him off the balcony.
"Good!
Resentment is what makes a Saiya-jin!" he shouted down at Gokou, after he
landed in a pile of trash in the alley.
"How
strange," Zarbon said, turning around. "My wife did the same thing to
me about a month back, right before we saw King Vegeta."
Bardock
smirked. "Yeah, but I'll bet she didn't do this!" he added before
sending a weak, one-handed blast down at Gokou, who had just begun to fly back
up. Saiya-jin and energy ball met halfway.
"Lucky
me..." Zarbon said, backing slowly away. "Are all you Saiya-jin
families like this?"
"No,
but we're really close!" Bardock answered, sending another blast down at
his son again.
"I
really should be going now," Zarbon commented, backing for the door.
"Oh,
really? Don't you want to stay for tea, or something?" Bardock asked,
blasting his son again.
Zarbon
bolted out of the apartment.
***
"This
is great," Zarbon told Zangya, finally able to relax. "You can't hear
either of the women from your hotel room!"
Zangya
smiled a bit. "All the same, I'd still like to get out of here."
"Well,
get used to it. We have another month left."
"Is
it just me, or are we really doing absolutely nothing with our mission?"
"Yep,"
Zarbon replied, relaxing. "Be thankful for the respite. I for one am not
looking forward to having to fight Bojack again."
Zangya
sighed. "You have a point there. I just want to get away from this stage
in my life."
"Yeah,
I would, too." Zarbon replied absently. Zangya shot him a rather strange
glare.
Sensing
the temperament of the room go down, Zarbon decided to change the subject.
"Well,
Seripa's baby is coming along nicely!"
Zangya
shifted slightly uncomfortably. Zarbon continued on.
"She's
only been pregnant for just over a month, but she's already showing! From what
I know, with Saiya-jin, that's a good sign for the baby!"
He
didn't get a response.
"Isn't
that good news?' Zarbon asked, somewhat puzzled. Zangya looked a bit more uneasy.
Zarbon didn't take the hint.
"Well,
isn't it?"
He
waited a few more seconds. "Zangya, are you all right?"
"No,
and please stop that!" she snapped at him.
"Are
you all right?" Zarbon asked, now wondering if the Chichi/Salad syndrome
had spread to yet another female. "Is this a bad time? Do you want me to
go right now?"
Zangya
sighed. "No, no, don't. Go ahead and stay if you want. It's more peaceful
than home with the others, right?"
"I...
guess so... are you all right?"
"Am
I ever?"
"Good
point." Zarbon looked at her again. "You seem worse than usual,
though. Something troubling you more than usual?"
Zangya
hesitated for a moment. "Nothing... just nothing that I'd want to share
with you. It's none of your business, anyway."
"Oh,
really?" Zarbon said, leaning forward. "Are you sure about that?
Whatever it is is troubling you a great deal, and you're both my team member
and my friend. What's wrong with you ends up affecting me, right?"
"Please
stop," she replied.
"You're
really confusing, did anybody ever tell you that? You're like a really strange
tragedy play, only you never tell us the plot."
"Please
stop, for my sake."
"You
keep saying that, sometimes I wonder if you really want to get past this."
Zangya
made eye contact with Zarbon, and gave an extremely hurt look.
"Please."
Zarbon,
however, was too riled up to really stop anything. He had had too chaotic of a
day to really stop his little rant.
"What's
wrong with you, Zangya?" he exclaimed, getting up. "You act like you
want to get as far away from Bojack as you possibly can, but you just dwell on
him all day long! I understand that you've been through a lot, but you simply
can't seem to cope with anything- you say you want to leave it behind, but then
you dwell on it every day! I swear," he continued, "You're going to
get ME doing this soon!"
"Please?"
Zangya pleaded, her voice just barely above a whisper. "Stop.
Please."
"No,
you stop!" Zarbon shouted, and Zangya recoiled. "I can't stand to see
you like this, Zangya! You're one of my best friends, and look at you! You're a
mess- no, more than that! You act like... like.... Gah! I can't think of it!
The point is, if you keep this up, you'll-"
"Please,
STOP!" Zangya shouted, now in tears.
"Normally,
I would," Zarbon responded, more calm now. "I respect you a great
deal, Zangya. I really do. I usually respect your wishes. I've basically made a
campaign of keeping people from inadvertently offending you. But the fact is, I
don't want to see you destroy yourself like this. Look at you! Just mentioning
Seripa and her baby got you into another depression! What's next? 'It's a
beautiful day today?' Is going to bother you, too? I like you, but it's really
getting hard to communicate with you anymore."
"Just
be quiet. You don't even know why I was hurt, do you?"
"How
much does it really matter?"
"A
lot more than you'd ever know!" she shouted back at him, standing up.
"You want to know what I was remembering? I got pregnant about five years
back, Zarbon, and Bojack just 'happened' to beat me into a miscarriage. There!
That's it! Want to know anything else?"
Zarbon
looked at her blankly. "Go on," he said. "You deserve a
rant."
"It's
not that I want children, or anything," Zangya started to calm down,
"Especially with Him being the father, but... but that child was a part of
me. The bond between a mother and her child is possibly the strongest in the
universe, and Bojack knew it. That's why he took it away from me. He would have
loved to raise a little Bojack Jr. in his own image, like some sort of twisted
pagan god... but he much preferred to hurt me where it would hurt the
most."
Zarbon
nodded, and folded his arms. "Go ahead."
"Look,
I've been through Hell and back in the last ten years- maybe even worse, and
the best that you can say is to just tell me to snap out of it?"
"Yes."
"Stop
it! I can't take it... please?" her voice had faltered into that weak
half-tone again. "When I met him, I was going through some hard times-
nothing much, I was just out of a job, etc. Bojack seemed perfect at first-
polite, suave- I know that it's hard to believe after you've met him, but he's
an incredibly good actor- and when he knew that I was committed to him, he
proceeded to destroy everything and everyone that I held dear. Then he
destroyed me. I couldn't leave him- don't you understand that? I
couldn't!"
"Then
why don't you do it now?" Zarbon asked. "You've left him physically,
but Bojack still has just as much control over you as he had before we even
met."
"I..."
"Look,"
Zarbon interrupted. "I'm not even going to pretend to understand your pain
right now. I can't even understand him. In my lifetime, I've probably directly
killed thousands of people, and I'm at least partly responsible for the deaths
of entire races- Races! I'm guilty of genocide- and so are most of the people I
associate with. And in spite of this, I can't understand why a guy like Bojack
would systematically destroy a woman like you with such a cruel efficiency. But
none of that matters. What matters is, it's over, and you have to let go."
"Let
go?" Zangya asked, backing up a bit. "let go?"
"Yes,
let go. Just put it in the past, and don't let it dominate your life. I don't
care what kind of Hell you've been through, it's still your choice whether or
not to be happy."
"No,
it's not."
"Yes,
it is!" he stressed. "Look, I'm sorry if I sound a little tense right
now, but this has to be done. Just... just let it go, okay? I don't want every
woman in my life to go psycho on the same day!"
"You've
never experienced anything like this, Zarbon," she replied, "And I
don't expect you to. I hate that man- more than I've ever hated anyone else, or
ever will. You can't understand the depth of that hatred. I... can't... let...
it... go."
"Apparently,
you've never met my mother-in-law."
"What?"
she started, caught totally off-guard.
Zarbon
grinned at her jokingly. "Trust me, when compared to Salad's mother, a
million Bojack's is nothing. What amazes me is that that woman seems to be
capable of raising her voice into this kind of ear-piercing shriek that
penetrates the terrain for miles around. I'd rather fight Bojack than hear her
again. Luckily, she screamed herself into a heart attack a few years back, and
now I'm free."
"You're
joking," she responded. "Please don't."
"All
right, I won't." He replied. "Just please- let it go. Let everything
go. Do it for me, okay?"
"I
don't know if I can, Zarbon. I really don't."
"Then
at least let that one memory go- here, come with me and visit Seripa for
yourself. You've never seen anything as wonderful as the look on her face when
she talks about the baby. And besides, I really need to see if Gokou has gotten
back up on the balcony yet."
Zangya
shook her head. "No, no thank you. I really don't feel like it right
now."
"All
right, suit yourself," Zarbon said, heading for the door. "Look,
Zangya, I'm sorry if I hurt you, but I really don't like seeing you like
this."
"it's
fine, it's fine," she said dismissively, although her eyes said
differently. "I've had worse. Much worse."
Zarbon
nodded, and started to leave. Before he went completely out the door, he
stopped and offered one last comment.
"Just
don't become a lesbian, okay?" Then he shut the door to the hotel suite,
and walked down the hallway.
Zangya
stared at the door after him for a moment, letting it sink in. Then she did
something totally unexpected- she burst into laughter, and dashed out the door
after Zarbon.
"Wait!"
She called out, trying to get his attention. "Let me catch up! I want to
see how the baby's doing!"