Author Notes: And this is it. This is what I've been holding in for months, maybe a year now. Thanks to EVERYONE for putting up with my slow, sporadic update schedule. Thanks to everyone who reviewed – every single one meant a lot and kept me going in the dark times. Thanks to everyone who beta read for me during this process, Silver, Abby, Kairi, Maiika, y'all are all wonderful. We did it, guys. We made it to the end! Now a new adventure can begin!

Pairing: Goku x Chi-Chi

Words: 4,411

AU Setting: High School

~!~Just Another High School Romance~!~

~!~Epilogue: We Lived~!~

Chi-Chi set the letter down on the counter and reached into a drawer to find a stamp and an envelope. She had so much she wanted to tell her Papa. So much she wanted to share of the past year. She couldn't wait to send this letter to him and see if he would decide to visit for a time. She knew Gohan would appreciate it. He liked it when his grandfather visited, especially when he brought books for the impressive little scholar.

Her Gohan was going to be brilliant one day, she could feel it. The child wasn't as interested in fighting as Goku, though he still took the boy with him for afternoon exercises at the school gym. A well-rounded individual and a child who knew how to defend himself were important. As much as Chi-Chi didn't want to see Gohan get involved in the fights that had gotten Goku hurt, she allowed him the little things. For now.

The gang activities in the town weren't cleared up yet, after all. She had to make sure Gohan grew up able to protect himself. Able to fight off anyone who charged him. Hopefully he wouldn't attract attention the way Goku had as a teen, but, well, she'd fight those battles when they came. Gohan seemed more attentive of scholarly pursuits anyway. She prayed it would stay that way.

Sliding the letter into an envelope and sticking the stamp in the corner, Chi-Chi quickly addressed it to her father accordingly and then checked the time. With a smile, she stepped out on the porch of their house. The wonderful new house her father had built – as she had expected – once her and Goku were married. Large enough for a young family. Her, Goku, and baby Gohan.

Goku's old house, his grandfather's house, still stood, as a reminder of the old man that had raised him. A nice, small dwelling next to the larger family home. She often caught Goku taking naps in the old house, as if he couldn't quite let it go. She didn't mind. Grandpa Gohan had been a kind old soul, and even though she'd only known the man for less than a year, she missed him, too.

It was nice to be able to name their firstborn son after Grandpa Gohan. Goku hadn't stopped smiling for days once she brought it up. She knew her son would grow up to give the name great honor, too. Maybe Gohan would actually get out of this town and go on to bigger and better things the way Goku had been planning. Not as a martial arts team champion, but as a wonderful scholar solving world problems. A way to help people. Yeah, he'd bring great honor to Goku's grandfather. She could feel it.

Raising a hand to her forehead to block out the sun, Chi-Chi stood on the porch in a traditional purple dress, more accurately known as a cheongsam, while she searched for her husband and son. Goku often spent the days farming the massive amount of land that had been left in his name once Grandpa Gohan passed away. Like she had hoped, her Papa had come down to teach him the basics and give them the machinery to make it all easier. Goku didn't really look forward to farming, but he did it for her. He gave in and did a lot of things for her. He never did stop being sweet either, whether it was intentional or not.

With a smile, she finally caught sight of the two, the tractor coming over the nearby hill. Goku must have noticed the time as well. He might still be late if he didn't hurry, but that was almost a common occurrence with him these days. How had he ever managed to make it to school on time for all his years as a student? Or was Gohan just a big distraction for him, keeping him from the job he actually enjoyed more?

"Goku!" She called, cupping her hands around her mouth. "You're going to be late!"

She wasn't sure if he heard her, but it wasn't long before the tractor stopped in place and Goku hopped down, holding a young three-year-old in his arms. Goku's beige farmer outfit was no doubt soaked in sweat at this point; she could practically see the sheen reflecting from his wild hair. Gohan, on the other hand, was dressed in a pair of overalls and not much else. He didn't need to wear too much when helping his dad with the farming work. As they got closer, it appeared the boy had even dropped his shoes. She'd have to get them both dressed in more appropriate wear for the gym this afternoon. Mr. Piccolo would certainly scoff if they came in looking like a bunch of country bumpkins – even if they were practically from the country considering how far out their house was from the local town.

When Goku finally walked up to the porch, Chi-Chi set both hands on her hips and eyed him. "You're definitely going to be late. You both need a bath before you change clothes."

"Aw, but, Chi-Chi," Goku said, rubbing the back of his head while keeping Gohan held in one arm, "I bet we'll just get all sweaty again when we're at the gym. Even Gohan is learning a few things now, you know."

She huffed. "I still think three years old is a bit young to be learning martial arts."

"Nah, he's doing great. Just basic things."

"Well," Chi-Chi hummed, giving in for today, "be that as it may, you both still need a bath. Make it quick and you won't be late. You have to walk all the way there, you know!"

Granted, he could take a bike, but if he was going with Gohan then that would mean he'd have to convince her to let Gohan sit on the back. They'd gotten Goku a new bike, one that allowed for people on the back, or at least a place that was more well suited to the idea of someone sitting behind him, but that required Gohan hanging on the entire time. He was still young. She wasn't ready for that yet. Not until they found some other way to strap him down or something.

Goku knew it too. That's why he grinned at her, his eyes sparkling in the sunlight. He'd tried convincing her several times already that Gohan was clingy enough to never let go, but she wouldn't have any of it. One wrong move, one brave moment from an unknowing three-year-old and… well… she wasn't going to deal with that worry. Not yet, at least.

"We won't be long, Chi," Goku said, leaning in to kiss her cheek as he walked by her. "Gohan and I can take a quick bath if we need to, isn't that right, sport?"

"Mmhm," Gohan mumbled, ever the quiet child. "Daddy takes fast baths."

With a sigh, Chi-Chi smiled and relented, following them into the house. "Yeah, well, I'll see how fast you are. If you time it right, I'll have cookies for you for the journey."

Goku stopped in place, turning back to grin at her, dark eyes lighting up significantly. He always liked the prospect of her food. Her snacks, especially.

Even Gohan liked her snacks. "Yay! Mommy's going to make cookies!"

Chi-Chi eyed her son. "As long as you get clean, Gohan. Be quick but not too quick, you hear me?"

Big eyes met her, nodding at her firm but playfully teasing tone. "Yes, Mommy."

"Come on, Gohan," Goku laughed, ruffling their son's hair a bit as he walked toward the bathroom. "Let's get this over with."

Watching them walk out, Chi-Chi smiled. This was the family she had always dreamed of. Goku wasn't exactly the bread-winner she had expected, but he did his best. He slacked off a lot when it came to keeping up the farm, and sometimes he dragged his feet on his way to the school as an assistant coach. But he did try. And Gohan was such a dear. A sweet, perfect, smart little boy. And she was… well, she was a housewife who went into town every once in awhile selling some of her food at the stores. She had a unique blend of traditional and modern that was well liked among certain people in the city. So they managed.

And she loved it.

~!~

Almost an hour later, Goku walked down the streets of his hometown, holding his son in one arm, a bag of cookies in his free hand. The family heirloom, his grandfather's red pole, rested at his back. He didn't need it as much anymore, but it was still nice to have at the school gym when teaching kata and such to the kids. Better yet, he could use it to spar the coach and teacher who had taken Master Roshi's spot when the old master retired a year or so ago. Though, of course, he couldn't distract from his actual purpose on the job, even if sparring was tons more fun than trying to teach semi-willing kids.

First, he had to get to the school gym. Quite the walk from his house. Thankfully, his leg didn't really give him problems anymore, so he could spend the morning working on the farm like Chi-Chi wanted and then spend the afternoon taking Gohan with him to watch his training classes. Gohan wasn't technically enrolled in anything, and he probably wouldn't ever be, but Chi-Chi had at least conceded and allowed the kid to watch his father at work, which allowed Gohan to pick things up. Three years old was a little young, but Goku didn't like the thought of having a son who couldn't protect himself or others if the need arose. A little more time, a couple more years, and he'd convince Chi-Chi to let him really train the boy. For now, this was enough.

As such, Goku was dressed in his familiar Turtle School gi, still proudly showing off the symbol of his martial arts master on the front, though the back had been changed to the symbol for his own name. And Gohan wore an outfit with the family name, a traditional outfit that worked for his age, though he'd probably be made fun of later on in life if he kept wearing clothes like that. Chi-Chi dressed him in whatever she wanted now, though, and Goku didn't really care too much, either. Usually there was a hat on Gohan's head, too, but today they'd left it back at the house. They'd been in such a rush after the bath that Goku had really only thought of grabbing the cookies on their way out the door. And, well, here they were.

"There's one left, Gohan," Goku said, smiling at his son. "Do you want it?"

Gohan nodded his head quickly, holding a hand out. "Please?"

Goku chuckled. Gohan didn't really talk much. He answered quickly and efficiently, but he had great manners. Probably better manners than anything Goku had grown up with, honestly. Chi-Chi was a good mother. She knew what she was doing, and he followed her lead because he barely had a clue.

Lifting up the cookie bag, Goku dropped the last one into his son's waiting hands and watched the boy chomp down on it. Crumbs went everywhere, but Gohan ate it piece by piece, as if being careful to savor every little bit left. He knew there wasn't anymore after this, so he was making it last.

Goku chuckled when he heard Gohan humming. "You like Mom's cookies, huh?"

Again, Gohan nodded, humming his, "Mmhmm" as a response.

"Me too," Goku said. "But then again, I like everything your mother makes for us. She's always been good at cooking."

Reaching a street corner with a trash can, Goku tossed the plastic bag into the trash and then checked his wristwatch. His eyes widened immediately at the time. He really was about to be late. Piccolo got awful grumpy when he didn't show up in time for lessons. Piccolo wasn't exactly good with kids the way Goku was, and having to take care of all age groups was never fun for the foreigner. Goku was sure to hear the complaints today.

Glancing around, he tried to think of any shortcuts that could get him there faster. While he was already running later than he'd hoped, there wasn't much he could do about the route to the school. Though there might be an alleyway shortcut or two on the way, if he remembered his town setup correctly.

With a careful eye, Goku stopped in place and stared down at a dark passage between two taller buildings. It looked like it led through a lot of twists and turns, but if he did it right he should end up at the school in no time. Gang activity may still be a problem in certain areas of the city, but this area was usually pretty quiet. He should be fine.

"Hey, Gohan," he said, glancing down at his son with a smile. "Keep hanging on tight, okay? Daddy's gonna take a shortcut."

"Uhm," Gohan mumbled, "okay."

Small hands clung into the fabric of his orange gi and Goku did his best to hold his smile. His son was easily frightened by the smallest things sometimes, so he wanted to do all that he could to keep Gohan calm. As Goku walked forward, the darkness encroached on them almost immediately, meeting the shadows between two large buildings that blocked out the sun. Shadows even stretched out along the ground around him, too, caused by balconies hanging outside of the apartment-like buildings on one side. It wasn't a straight path because it was a crowded area of town, but after a turn or two, Goku was sure they wouldn't be meeting any trouble today, and he was making much better time than if he'd gone all the way around.

Maybe he should go this route more oft-

Two human forms appeared further down his path close to a large dumpster. Goku's eyes narrowed as he sensed two men behind him as well, blocking him from changing course. So much for a shortcut. He really had thought this would work out, too.

As the shadows grew closer, Goku grit his teeth, noticing the red ribbon armbands. Gang activity reached all the way out here after all. He'd have to remember that. Actually, he had a feeling Krillin had tried to warn him not too long ago. Maybe he should have paid better attention to such critical information.

Goku sighed. Oh well. Too late now.

"All right, Gohan," he whispered, leaning down. "I want you to stay near the wall, okay?"

"D-Daddy?" Gohan's lip quivered. "You said not to let go..."

Smiling sadly, Goku pulled his son's hand away, releasing the grip and setting him down near the wall. "Yeah, I know, Gohan, but now Daddy has to fight so -"

"Y-you're going to fight?"

He nodded, reaching for the pole at his back. "Yeah, don't worry. Daddy used to fight guys like this all the time."

Big, bright eyes stared up at him. "Did you win?"

"All but once."

A ghost pain shot through his leg at the memory, but he shook it off. His son was still shaking, but Goku had done what he could to try to ease the boy's fears. He couldn't lie or anything, but hopefully showing his confidence would be enough to keep Gohan from crying too much.

Four guys at once wasn't too much of a challenge, even now. His leg was practically like new, after all. Fighting four while protecting Gohan? That was a bit more difficult. Either way, Goku had no doubt he could handle this challenge. He was more worried about being late to work than anything else now.

Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, Goku fell into a relaxed stance for now, gripping the pole in his hand but allowing his arms to hang loose. The chuckling of the gang members echoed slightly between the small space. They wouldn't be able to attack him easily, not all at once. So he'd most likely have only one or two to deal with at a time as the others watched. Most likely.

He identified them quickly so he could keep track. Though they all wore biker jackets of some sort – of course, it was always some kind of biker gang, wasn't it? - one had his hair dyed a bright red. Probably the leader by the way he flipped a coin in the air and grinned as he whispered to his buddy. His buddy with blond hair. That was an uncommon hair color. Probably dyed as well. Red hair, blonde hair… and behind him one guy wearing brass knuckles and…

His eyes nearly fell out of his head as he spun around completely to face her. "Launch?"

She wasn't wearing the red ribbon but she grinned as soon as he recognized her. "Miss me?"

"Uhm," he fumbled for words. "N-not really."

"You're lucky they took my gun," Launch spat. "I'd've shot you already and taken the kid."

"Ah hah -"

His stomach churned at the thought, a harsh burning sensation. His eyes narrowed as he met the blond haired chick that had been so close to Tien, the one who had been responsible for shooting him in that memorable gang fight years ago. The shot that had ruined his career. The grip around his pole grew tighter the longer he stared at her, as more and more memories shot to the surface.

"What're you doing," he asked, "allying with another group?"

She shrugged. "Tien's in jail. Working with another gang ain't so bad. Besides, using you or that kid as a hostage to set Tien free sounds like a decent plan, don't you think?"

He rolled his eyes. Like that would ever work. The town wasn't near as corrupt as it had been years ago. Krillin was on the police force now. Or at least training. Goku forgot the exact details. But still, his friend had joined the police crew in an attempt to right the corruption, to force the city to jail up gang members who actually deserved it. If anything, it was a wonder Launch was still standing free on the streets, considering her record.

Before he could respond to her statement, the two guys behind him – red hair and blond hair – decided they would try for a sneak attack. Too bad Goku was on edge and acutely aware of his surroundings. These guys must not have been true martial artists. Or have any experience fighting a martial artist.

Without turning around, Goku knelt to the ground and slammed his pole upwards behind him, smacking the closest assailant in the face. Red hair fell across him and Goku slid to the side to let the guy fall completely, spinning his red stick wide in order to catch the blond-haired one off guard, successfully tripping him. With both men on the ground, Goku stood back up, twisting his pole around into a better stance. After having his leg weakened, he'd gotten much better with using the pole as a weapon, and now that his leg was able to handle even more weight and force and control, well, that just meant he was stronger than original projections had expected.

"You and your friends don't scare me, Launch," Goku said. "They're not near as tough as Tien. I think you know that, too."

Launch scowled. "They're not friends."

"Oh?"

"Hired help," she amended. "So hard to find these days."

He raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"I still have friends from the old days, you know," Launch muttered. "You remember Brad?"

"D-Daddy!"

Spinning around, Goku nearly dropped the staff right out of his hand. A familiar face from the Crane Gang was back. The same jerk who had been responsible for capturing Chi-Chi back when they'd set a trap for Goku. The kid, now adult, had Gohan this time. Holding the boy's arm and putting a gun to his head.

Goku immediately felt his world crash down around him as he screamed. "Gohan!"

"Just surrender nice and easy," Launch said softly behind him. "Drop the pole and don't fight back, and we won't touch the brat."

Clenching his teeth, Goku growled as he practically threw his grandfather's staff on the ground; he didn't have a choice. "Let Gohan go. That's my son. Let him go right now."

"I figured that was your son," Launch said. "That's why we had Brad grab him."

Fire burning in his vision, hands shaking, Goku almost spun around to smack all four of them. Take them all down and rush to Gohan's aid. Could he even be that fast? Was he angry enough to try anyway? No, not with the gun. He couldn't move faster than that. He was only human, after all. He'd been shot before; he couldn't dodge bullets, and he certainly couldn't get Gohan free when the gun was so close.

"I -"

He heard metal, stomping boots on the pavement behind him. Felt something hard crash into the back of his head. His vision swam for half a second…

...and then he blacked out.

~!~

"Goku?" The voice sounded familiar. "Goku are you okay, buddy?"

"D-Daddy?"

Something rough against his back, a brick wall perhaps? He groaned, opening his eyes to fuzzy vision, trying to sit up and feeling the headache and a pain in the back of his neck. Small hands gripped at his gi sleeve, tugging lightly, and once his vision cleared, he smiled at seeing Gohan. His son was alive.

Relief flooded him instantly and then he grimaced, reaching up to rub at the back of his head. "Man, that smarts. What did that guy hit me with?"

"Don't know," Krillin said – the familiar voice from earlier now standing in front of him, offering a water bottle. "One of them had on brass knuckles, though. That might have been it."

"Yeah, maybe," Goku winced. "Where did you come from?"

Krillin handed off the water bottle and then scratched at his cheek. His police uniform looked disheveled, shirt untucked, collar loose, badge crooked, and he wasn't even wearing his helmet. As Goku's vision cleared, he noticed someone else was around, too. A woman with blond hair that he hadn't seen before, dragging the tied up criminals, though her police uniform was much more pristine and in place. Krillin's superior perhaps?

"Lazuli and I were on the third floor balcony," Krillin said, pointing up as his face flushed. "We were kind of on duty together when we heard the racket."

Goku raised an eyebrow. "On duty? On the third floor balcony?"

"Doing very important cop stuff okay!"

"Hah, okay, okay," Goku laughed, climbing to his feet with another groan as he let the subject drop. "Man, I'm probably ridiculously late now."

"It's okay, Daddy," Gohan mumbled, clinging to his pants leg. "Mr. Piccolo will understand. He'll probably want to fight you, too."

At the thought, Goku felt his eyes light up. Fighting Piccolo was some of the most fun he'd had in years. Ever since he'd been shot, he'd thought his days of finding a rival were over. Especially once Vegeta and Bulma went to some college together, Vegeta no doubt being dragged to it by Bulma's insistence that he stick with her. Life had become kind of quiet and boring in this town for a while.

Then Piccolo had shown up to take Master Roshi's place when the old man retired. And Goku had found the rival he'd been missing. With his leg healed up, it had worked out perfectly, too. Granted, it was a little difficult to get Piccolo to fight whenever he wanted, but if he pushed the right buttons, he got his spar. And the kids who were there for lessons got a fun demonstration. And Gohan got to watch the two fight it out, hopefully picking things up from watching.

He was so glad Chi-Chi didn't keep Gohan from watching fights. That would have been hard to deal with if she'd gone that far. But, no, she said it was important for Gohan to learn a few things, even if three years old was too young to start himself. So watching a fight was perfectly all right.

Krillin sighed. "You're thinking about having a good fight, aren't you?"

Goku blinked, tilting his head. "Yeah. Mostly. Why?"

"You know what, Goku," Krillin said with a wave of his hand. "Never change."

With a grin, Goku bent down to pick up Gohan, holding him in his arms like he had earlier as if nothing was amiss. "I'll try not to, though having a kid does change you a little, you know."

"A kid and a wife," Krillin muttered, glancing off toward the blond haired police officer. "Maybe one day I'll understand. But, anyway, you should be safe to keep heading through the alleys here. The school isn't far. Good luck with your spar with Piccolo."

Those words had never sounded so sweet. It felt like it'd been forever since Krillin had wished him luck on a match. Too long. They should catch up sometime instead of just running into each other in the city like this. Before Goku could open his mouth to respond, Gohan beat him to it.

"Daddy doesn't need luck," Gohan said. "He's better than Mr. Piccolo. He always wins."

Practically beaming to hear his son have such pride in him, Goku ruffled Gohan's hair and then turned to Krillin. "Thanks. I'll see ya around, okay?"

Krillin nodded, "Yeah, see ya around, buddy."

Still grinning, Goku walked over to pick up his red pole, thankful to see it intact. Sliding it into the sheath at his back, he then turned and waved to Krillin, giving a polite nod to the strange police woman who worked with his friend, and then he made his way toward the school. This time without any interruptions.

Piccolo did give him an earful for being late, and he was sure Chi-Chi would do the same once he got home to share the news. But everyone was safe and everything worked out in the end. It may not have been his high school dream or ideal, but the life he led now sure was eventful enough to keep him entertained.

He wouldn't trade it for the world.

Reviewer Responses:

isha - hah, uhm, sorry, I didn't exactly do the wedding like you were hoping for there, I'd already had this written and I'd had it planned out this way a long time, to be a little time skip into the future of their lives; to show how they lived and what they were doing; I don't try to make it fall exactly like canon or parallel it and instead just throw a wrench into the plans and see how the characters handle it without all the aliens and super powers and this is where they fell; I do watch Yona, actually, and I'm not sure I could write a GoChi fic for it because, again, I'm not really one to write a fic based off of something else on purpose, buuut I've certainly had a lot of fun this week thinking of who everyone would be. Hak for Goku and Yona for Chi-Chi and then, maybe Raditz for Su-won? (I like the idea of Bardock being Su-won's father and Goku ending up being this orphan that was cast out from the family, maybe illegitimate or something, and is an orphan raised by Mun-dok, I mean, Grandpa Gohan, haha) Krillin for Yun? Yamcha for Jaeha? I kinda like the idea of Tae-jun from the fire tribe being Vegeta because his dad is super into his bloodline and stuff, and well, oh, wait, maybe Tarble could be Tae-jun and his older brother is Vegeta, lol. F. Trunks could be there, because why not, as Kija, too. Tien as Shin-ah (cause Ao is there to easily fit as Chiaotzu). That one was my sister's idea. BUT SEE - I'm thinking about it at least. I can't PROMISE anything because I have a lengthy split-personality story planned that my sister is waiting on, but I might toy around with this GoChi story based on Yona. Could be fun. :)

Colliequest - thankies Collie, I loved dragging out that proposal part ;)

SierraLarson - I actually try NOT to have long chapters but they've kind of grown a lot for this story especially. I guess it's that epic fantasy love of mine bleeding in. I just can't escape it, I suppose. That's why I split up so many of them, haha. I've got to finish that Gohan-centric one "Lights" of the 7 years after Cell, but yes, you'll see more from me. Thanks for sticking around ^^

foxsqueen - I'm not sure if that's a good "Oh" or a bad "Oh" - I had to hurt Grandpa Gohan in order to make Gohan's name make sense so they could name baby Gohan after him and stuff (blame Kairi if you must, I was dancing around the idea, and she insisted I do that), but everything else hopefully is happily ever after for Goku and Chi-Chi especially; I'm so much of a sucker for the bittersweet stuff, but I really wanted this to be an happy ending, dang it!

Son-AbyGC - Gracias! I'm glad you liked it! Thanks for being here through it all :)

Generala - Didn't see your review for the latest chapter, but, yo, THIS is it, haha. I might have confused some people with saying "last chapter" and then having an "epilogue" but those are two different things to me, as I like to skip ahead a decent bit in the epilogues so it's not actually part of the story and the last chapter still is a nice ending in its own right. Had to wrap up the idea of them falling in love and all that and building a family, ya know ;)

roku1397 - Thank you for all the reviews up to this point. Short and sweet with lots of feeling. I appreciate it. Hope you made it to the end!

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