Forsaken Saiyan

Chapter 1

PAST (SEVERAL WEEKS PRIOR TO THE CREATION OF THE BEING KNOWN AS 'KID BUU'), ON UNKNOWN PLANET

A carcass along with what looks to be around 50 others surround it, all lying scattered over a dusty brown surface. This one wouldn't have been different from the other's had it not still had all of its flesh remaining on its bones. The others can just barely even be called carcasses for they are merely just bones with strips of torn flesh attached to them here and there. A bone most likely taken from one of the others skeletal structure was jammed into the chest cavity of this particular body. A smile and closed eyelids are the expression upon the being's face.

These beings were not human. They seemed to be closely related to that of the canine species instead. Patches of fur was scattered all around the remains of the others. This one was left untouched by teeth marks. Only the one bone plunged deep within its chest was the only sign of damage and death. It was a male that was obvious. He had a wolf like tail and similar fur covering most of his body. If he were to stand though he'd be able to walk upright. The shape of his body and judging by the remains of the others was similar to human but the spinal column looked like it curved just a bit more. His feet and hands were like that of a human with the exception of the thumb not being all that opposable on the hand. Also instead of nails they had canine like claws and their teeth were much like a canines. The ears though still on the side of the head were furry and pointy like that of a wolf.

Looking back at the 'lone wolf' still intact, his image starts to change a bit. Forming to that of a different individual but still of the same race. This other changing image was older looking but the expression of closed eyes and a smile remained. The body flickered back and forth between the two individual images. Suddenly along side the body claw marks representing words appeared, written into the dusty ground. They read, "REMEMBER ALWAYS SAIYAN….MURDERER!!!" Although written in a different language, it undoubtedly was that of the race that lay scattered about.

A voice spoke in a raspy whisper reading along with the words as they were scrawled out in the ground. The lone intact body still flickered between the different individuals. But as the voice reached the point where the last word was spoken it quickly changed into another's. It was a scream that began to echo into the distance.

There was a gasp and a hand came up quickly to clutch at the gasper's chest. The echoing words of "MURDERER!!!" still screaming in their head. It was a boy or to be more accurate a young man whom only resembled the appearance of a boy at least. The crackling of power around him pulled his mind's thoughts from the word slowing ceasing its echoing within. He arose from his mattress upon the floor to walk into a smaller room attached to the room he was in. When he crossed the doorway lights instantly flickered on. Although really not needed since the light of the crackling aura blazing around him would have been quite enough to light the small room.

It looked to be a bathroom of the sort. It contained a mirror, which was one of his main objectives for coming inside. On the wall across from the doorway there was two large yellow colored buttons mixed with several other smaller varying colored buttons. Underneath them they all had a label which informed the user of the buttons purpose. The language was different. Once again nothing human, it consisted of strange looking symbols that varied in shades of colors as they were 'written'.

The young man looked at himself in the mirror seeing his blonde hair and blue eyes. He sighed at his image. The expression reflecting back at him looked sad and tormented. Pulse still racing from his dream he tried to calm himself by splashing some cool water upon his face. He did this by pressing a button near one of the yellow ones. This one was orange and shaped like a cube as it was sticking out. Once pressed into the wall it hung out from, a small bowl shaped object appeared in the air in front of the man. Seeming from out of nowhere water poured into the bowl and disappeared down a drain in the bottom of it as the water continued to flow. The water didn't come out through the bottom to fall on the floor; it just disappeared into the drain.

The man dipped his hands into the water and allowed the water to fill into them. Then he proceeded to lean forward and splash it onto his sweaty face. The water was cool but not too much so. Just the temperature he preferred. Once satisfied that his face was cooled down and no longer sweating he pushed the same button twice more and the bowl and water disappeared to be replaced with a bar on the wall near the mirror. The bar held a dark green hand towel, which the young man reached his hand out to grasp. He brought it up to his face and washed away all the remaining moisture that had not already dripped down onto his bare chest or absorbed away into his skin. Placing the towel back on the bar he pressed the button 3 times and the bar and towel disappeared.

Another sigh escaped him as another glance was taken at the image in the mirror. His hair still remained blonde and eyes still blue but the crackling power around him had disappeared as he calmed. With a deep breath he closed his eyes and when he went to exhale his blonde slipped away into black strands of spiky hair and blue turned into black as well. The spiky strands of hair hung loosely all around his head. None really sticking upwards naturally, only due to the disheveled mess it was in did some stick up a bit. Turning towards the doorway he stepped back into the larger room that contained the twin sized mattress on the floor.

He examined the mattress from his standing position. Thoughts of how he had come to get this mattress flowed through his mind. He had asked for it. Maybe had even wanted it a little. He had requested that even though he were to live in this palace he wanted nothing more than the rest of the society received. Although when he discovered what that was he quickly changed his mind. For the rest of the civilization not living inside the castle walls lived almost as greatly as the ones who did. In his soul he felt he did not deserve what they received so asked for much less. Which happened to be just what he got. Although do to the constant pestering and insistence of the prince he finally conceded and allowed them to construct the up to date bathroom area.

He sighed as he folded slightly muscled arms over his built chest. Glancing at the window, which he had requested but the prince once again insisted must be much larger than he himself thought necessary, he saw that it was already quite light out. He stepped towards the window and sat down on the bench near it and gazed up at the purple-blue sky above him. A half smile forced its way up onto his face as he just viewed the beauty before him. His gaze wavered from the sky and fell downward to the sand covered ground. The half-smile disappeared.

Not that he hated the sandy surface but it wasn't his favorite. He did however think it was extremely good for training on but nothing more. From the moment he landed on this planet he had never remembered liking it. He wasn't sure why, but then again he didn't like the surface of his previous residence on another planet either. Maybe it was not the surface of the planet that bothered him at all. Maybe he just picked that part of the planets to dislike. For he knew he didn't truly belong on either of them and he was truly alone in his race. Only survivor, to his knowledge. Had been far a long time now. 'How long has it been?' He sighed at that thought and again at his next one. 'Too damn long…'

Taking in all the ground area he could see from his position he noticed that everyone was beginning to get started for a new day. He considered this a moment before admitting he would rather be keeping busy doing something rather then attempt sleep again with the foreboding feeling of death and destruction always present within his subconscious.

Standing back up again he went to a doorway adjacent to the bathroom and walked through. Like before a light instantly illuminated the whole, well it wasn't a room but a, closet. He hadn't wanted a closet. He had requested a small trunk in which to place his very, very few belongings within. But once again the insistence of the prince brought him a closet. Which as he looked around was definitely not needed and hardly used except to contain a small dresser of 4 drawers near the end, opposite the doorway. He made his way over to it and opened the top drawer. Pulling out of it some interesting apparel. Most of it was made out of a fishnet type material, all of which was black in color. There was a long sleeved top with the last quarter of the sleeve being wider then the rest and there was what looked to be pants made out of the same material. But they looked more like tights or nylons in a way.

He slipped off his baggy eggshell colored pants that tied at his waist with the assistance of a long piece of fabric having a width of an inch or so. Then he slipped on the fishnet type clothing both shirt and pants. It seemed to have been worn for many years by him for it sported jagged edges and some of the holes in the netting were much bigger than the others'. Turning back to the dresser he closed the top one and opened the third one to place the pants and fabric he had been wearing into it. Once done he closed it and went back and opened the second drawer to pull out the rest of the materials to complete his attire.

The first piece he pulled out was made of a hard material that served as a type of armor. He slipped it on over his head then reached back to pull the shoulder straps over to fasten them to the metal like buttons on the front. It worked similar to overall style. On the front and top center of it there were three clasps that pulled the right side to the left and the left to the right. Enabling the armor to remain in place but offer room for added movement if necessary. These were similar to that of the fasteners used on children's gloves to keep them connected to their jacket. On the armor, near his top chest area it was bent inward just slightly to conform to his specific muscles and along it to become a visual line for the indent was a strip made of another metal type material that held a grayish coloring.

The last piece he stepped into and pulled up to his waist. It was much like a skirt with large slits in the sides; it came down to a little past mid-thigh. Although a large section of the middle of it was hanging loosely in front of him and it had decorative buttons, made of the same metal as the ones on the top piece, running down it. Two rows of four of them ran down the middle section.

Also upon the netting material there were 4 large 'X's sewn onto them. Four on each arm and leg and another set of four running along the top part peeking up from the top of the armored chest.

Upon completion he closed the second drawer and headed towards the doorway he had entered from but stopped just short of the exit/entrance as he bent down and retrieved some sort of shoes from right next to the doorway on the floor. Then he stepped through the doorway with shoes in hand and as soon as he exited the illuminated closet went dark again. He plopped himself down upon the bench near the window and placed the shoes on the floor next to his bare feet.

They resembled a sandal to some extent. Having three straps that secured it on to his foot, which could easily be tightened or loosened to the comfort of the wearer. One was placed an inch or so before the toes then another at the ankle and the last an inch or so up onto the leg going over the netting material. The straps were linked together by smaller straps that attached the opposite way the others did. The only difference with these sandals was the soles, which were large, thick and at least a good 2 inches high. The treaded bottom of the shoe continued up on the fronts and back. The front tread curved slightly up over the toes and the back went up past the ankle strap.

After sandal/shoes were secure he went ahead to the last and final stage before exiting the room altogether. He entered back into the bathroom. Lights turning on automatically at his entrance. Without hesitation he pushed a bottom on the wall this time it was blue and rectangular in shape. That bar that held the towel the first time was back again except this time it suspended a blue strip of fabric, which would serve as a headband. He reached over and grabbed it then pushed the button again for the bar to disappear.

He stepped closer to the mirror as he reached up to mess with his hair. The headband hung loosely on his arm as it waited to become of use. After gathering up most of his spiky hair save a few which hung down in his eyes and two that curled into his face on the sides, he used the headband to keep them spiked up. With a smirk at his completed self of a reflection he headed out the doorway, lights disappeared at the lack of his presence within.

A deep inhale as he leaned forward and pointed a finger, letting it hover, near the button next to the room exiting door. As he exhaled he leaned forward allowing his finger contact then released. The door slid into the wall to allow him passage. He stepped forward and continued down a long hallway leading to who knows where. The door slid closed after the sound of his steps died away.

Present Day, On Earth

Scents so heavenly there were no words to describe them drifted past the owner of a hungry tummy. He was asleep but that never stopped his tummy before and it sure wasn't going to stop it now. With an unusually loud grumble from the aforementioned tummy, a smile crept up on the awaking man's face as he slowly opened his eyes to the new day. The smile disappeared for a few seconds as he yawned while stretching as many muscles as he could possible while still lying down. He began to push the covers off and sit up, swinging his legs over the bed to do so. The smile returning, some may call it a trademark smile but it doesn't seem a fully trademark until his hand goes behind his head. Besides this smile wasn't as big or wide as the trademark version but him being who he was any of his smiles were worthwhile to witness.

The man took the couple steps it took to reach the door of his bedroom. He was about to pull it open and head for the kitchen where he assumed was where the producer of the smells originated. Glancing down at himself he began to laugh a little.

"I guess I should probably change first. ChiChi would get mad at me if I came down like this."

Don't be thinking like that...just yet. He of course was referring to his boxers...of course. He hadn't slept naked since ChiChi explained to him why it was 'abnormal.' He wasn't sure why, even after she explained but he did as she asked. Being her husband and all he wanted to make her happy. Not that she minded the sight of him naked...who would? Anyhow, she just wanted him to realize that he couldn't sleep like that when they had the kids around. What would they think if either of them wandered in because they had a nightmare or something and then found him like..like that? So even though he still didn't quite understand why it was so wrong since both his sons, yes, that's right SONS…MALES, knew the atomically correct version of himself since they were boys. But back to the part about him wanting to make ChiChi happy...so he complied and went to wearing boxers... at least.

Once he came to the closet he picked out surprise surprise his classic blue and orange gi. He grimaced at the outfit and reconsidered wearing it. Lately ChiChi was really pestering him about fighting so much even if it was only sparring. A sigh escaped him as he placed it back into the closet, closing the closet door after it. Then proceeding to step towards a dresser, which contained normal everyday clothing ChiChi had picked out for him one time she had gone shopping with Bulma. He wasn't really sure what to wear now. A laugh rippled from his vocals as he thought how funny it was he was actually considering what to wear for once. 'I wonder if everyone else has to do this every morning?'

All of his friends and family began to swim through his mind as he wondered if they all put thought into what they wore each day like he was doing now. He had to laugh again when Vegeta came to mind. It was hard for him to imagine Vegeta caring about silly things such as what to wear. Then again it seemed Vegeta had been experimenting with several different kinds of clothes since he made his residence on earth.

"Wow come to think of it Vegeta's changed quite a bit since he's been here."

Suddenly flashes of memories resurfaced in his head. One was an image of Vegeta calling him a 'third class baka' for about the ... no wait he had lost count of how many times its been. Another, Vegeta was training in the Gravity Room in 650x gravity. A few more quickly rushed through his head before his vision focused back on the present and reality.

"Well, guess he hasn't changed THAT much," he sighed.

Another smile appeared as he continued his search for the day's clothing so he could finally calm down his now super hungry tummy. If Saiyan tummies could change into Super Saiyan or higher levels of hunger, his would definitely rank somewhere near Super Saiyan 3 right about now.

Some clothes were taken out of the dresser and were laid out on the bed. A hand came up to rub his chin as he stared hard at the options in front of him while he considered which was the one he felt like wearing today. The hand dropped along with the hard stare as a smile and happy eyes replaced them. He had made a choice. The rest of the clothes were shoved back into the dresser. He quickly changed as his stomach was urging him to go faster than he was capable of doing but he did his best. Practically leaping out the door as he headed to the kitchen. A thought crossed his mind about how ChiChi would react to the unfolded clothes he stuffed back in the drawer. With a sigh he just decided to make a note of fixing that after he got some food, which he needed to do...and soon.

Finally, seeming almost like forever to him, he made it to his favorite room in the house...the kitchen. A huge grin was plastered on his face as he entered to find both his boys, daughter-in-law, little granddaughter, and of course his wife....ChiChi. All eyes fell on him as he stepped forward along with his big grumbling stomach. Everyone smiled back at him while Pan attempted to jump out of her seat and climb on to his shoulders. Though with Videl's constant insistence and a hand on Pan's shoulder she was able to restrain Pan from doing so. Besides it could wait until after she finishes her damn vegetables, which she refuses to eat.

Now was the time, the trademark grin and hand went up as his tummy grumbled again, an unnaturally loud one at that. Although it was normal for him and everyone present knew this all too well.

"Hey ya Dad. Wasn't sure if you were ever going to get up," commented Gohan.

"Yea, I wasn't sure either pops." He wasn't sure why but recently Goten has found 'pops' as his favored word for him.

"That's right Grandpa!" Pan scowled at him and he could only wait for more reprimand from her. But instead...

"But of course Pan knew exactly how to rise her Grandpa from a deep sleep," ChiChi giggled as she stepped behind Pan's chair and smiled down at her and then allowed her gaze to raise up to his own eyes.

His hand was brought down and his grin turned to one of a proud smile as he looked over at Pan. Her eyes sparkled as she felt the pride coming off of him directed towards her. "Hehe, That's right too Grandpa! I know all about your tummy and how it works."

A big smile appeared on her face as her eyes filled with admiration, focused on her Grandpa. Smirking, ChiChi spoke, "Yes, I sometimes wonder if that's where your mind goes sometimes. It seems like the one most in control of what you do with your body." Her eyes never drift from his face.

It stung a little, hearing that from ChiChi but he wasn't going to argue in front of everyone. Besides he was still hungry and he was supposed to be happy that his family was here. And he was. He laughed, "It does tend to make most of my decisions."

"Here Grandpa you can sit next to me. I saved you a seat," Pan said excitedly.

With a nod of his head he made his way over to the other empty seat right next to Pan. The other being filled by Videl, of course. Next to her was Gohan, then Goten, and then there was another empty seat, which would soon be filled by ChiChi, after she retrieved a plate for her husband and herself. He made himself comfortable as he awaited his plate.

If he had only been thinking with his stomach, like everyone assumes he does, he wouldn't have spent so much time trying to look presentable and just rushed down here in his boxers, ripped all edible items from everyone's mouth and consumed it all, along with the other food on their plates! Contentment filled him as he made that point clearly to himself, smirking, as it all came together in is brain too, which definitely wasn't in his stomach!

ChiChi set down the extremely hot plate of all different sorts of breakfast type culinary masterpieces, as well as a few others, in front of him and then one where she was to sit. As she sat down she blew on her hands in an attempt to take away some of the burning sensations coursing through her hands. In the corner of her eye, right as she was about to take a bite of food, she noticed her husband not immediately digging in, as was the norm for him. And also...'Is he...um smirking?!'

She began to worry and put down her chopsticks and took a good hard look at her spouse before she spoke. Yep, he was definitely smirking and definitely NOT eating. Was he even aware of the food in front of him?!

"Goku? Are...are you alright?"

Her voice filled with concern as she somewhat timidly inquired about his condition. She wasn't used to asking him about his condition. Well, at least not when food was sitting in front of him not being eaten. With her words and especially the tone of them everyone's eyes for the second time all fell on Goku.

Instantly he seemed to snap back into reality, blinking as he did so before closing his eyes happily and turning his head towards ChiChi. "Of course I'm alright. Don't be silly ChiChi...I'm just...just trying to decided which of these extremely delicious looking things you ... um...generously cooked for us all...to eat first."

Ok, that was it. Everyone who had anything within their hands or mouths quickly dropped it all. Even Pan stopped training with her vegetables, making them spar with one another. Leaving a carrot being the victor of another short unknown vegetable, which was unfortunately swimming in some sort of syrupy substance that she was using for ki blasts. Jaws dropped spilling all contents back onto plates or were swallowed in an attempted gulp. Eyes all widened...all of which were aimed at Goku.

Goku on the other hand wasn't sure what happened so just sat there blinking at everyone trying to hold the urge to say 'WHAT?!' in an extremely unpleasant tone of voice. He glanced at everyone's faces before laughter bellowed out of him. "HEHE HAHAHA HEHEHE HAHAHAHA HA You guys should see your faces! Man they're funny!"

Now it was everyone else's turn to blink and look at each other. Some such as Gohan and Videl attempted a fake little laugh to humor Goku not sure why that was so funny. Although Goten and Pan started to laugh along with Goku not as much as Goku himself did but Pan just didn't want to feel stupid about missing her hero's joke. Goten just imagined what everyone's face did look like at the moment they had looked at Goku and he found just that comical. Beginning to laugh more at what the sight of them in real life must have looked like.

ChiChi wasn't laughing. She wasn't even smiling. Her question had been serious and she had been concerned and now he was laughing at it. Logically she knew that wasn't directly what he was laughing at but to her it felt like it. Eyes closed and brows furrowed one twitching in the process as she attempted composure at the still hysterical Goku.

"Its. Not. Really. THAT. Funny. Go-ku." If her words hadn't shut him up that tone did enough for it all but both did it double time. Instantly he was 'sober.' Gulping he looked over at ChiChi. Everyone else miraculously was very full and decided to wander into the living room. Pan wanted to stay but Gohan insisted she come and even bribed her with the option of playing Daddy, Uncle Goten, and Mommy in a video game fight. Eyes sparkling she agreed and reached the room before him.

Goku watched everyone else but ChiChi leave. His eyes pleading to their backs to stay for he knew this was going to suck. He sighed realizing they wouldn't stay if their lives depended on it, which in away they did but it was to leave to save their lives instead. Once off of everyone's back his eyes didn't dare wander over to meet ChiChi's gaze for he knew it was there. Anyone could feel it if they were in his shoes. They were boring in to him like they were digging right down to his very soul. Instead he allowed his gaze to wander to his plate which was still filled and his stomach reminding him of its pain every time he looked at it. A hand reached forward to grasp some chopsticks to begin the ceremony of feeding his massive appetite, which even sometimes still amazed everyone he knew. Before he could grasp them another hand got there first. ChiChi's...

He had no other choice now. He brought his hand back and placed it down in his lap. Although the thought of just using his hands or just his mouth to consume his meal crossed his mind but he reasoned out that the consequences would weigh far too much on the negative. Since Chichi despised his table manners even though he had improved...some. His poor neglected tummy would have to wait. Willpower he told himself...kept telling himself. Repeated over and over in his head as the pain within grew worse and worse. He couldn't take it. Screw willpower he was starving! If there ever would be a Super Saiyan 10 for his tummy hunger, now would be its near moment of becoming so. He was impressed he wasn't convulsing on the floor right now or even passed out all together. Now that was some major kick-ass will power he thought pridefully to himself.

"ChiCh.." But right when he was about to ask for the damned chopsticks she cut him off, not even hearing him start the pronunciation of her name.

"Damnit Goku! Why do you still stay here?!" She was on the brink of sobs; tears had already broken through and were streaming down her cheeks. Goku could feel his heart begin to ache at the sight and sound of her.

She wouldn't bring herself to look at him. Unsure of whether she truly ever wanted that question to be more than rhetorical in his eyes. Why she asked she didn't know. For the answer was already within in her grasp. It was just locked away in the part of her mind that shoved those things into a locked chamber stamped DENIAL in huge letters.

Fortunately, no one in the living room could hear them both. All their attention was focused upon the TV screen and the fighters upon it. Each one yelling at the other every couple seconds after any particularly gruesome attack and an opponent made contact. Lucky for them they were able to be in an 'ignorance is bliss' type of state.

Back in the kitchen, where the real action was going on, ChiChi dropped the chopsticks. Which clashed into the floor and was the sound that triggered the sobs now emitting from her vocal cords. Palms came up to be pressed into streams of tears and closed eyes. Goku couldn't help himself, even though he never had been much for physical contact...well any that involved the harder emotions to deal with. Such as right now. He wanted to comfort her but he didn't know if it would help or increase the problem. But as mentioned he couldn't help himself.... He stood up and placed himself behind ChiChi's chair. Soon he was wrapping his strong arms around her from behind; he leaned into her so he could get closer.

She jumped at first not expecting it but soon she was trembling with her sobs and leaned back resting her head on his shoulder while placing her hands in her lap. What could she do but let him hold her? This was what she had wanted...wasn't it? Ignoring all thoughts trying to burst out from her DENIAL room, 'Yes...this IS what I want..' Even as just a thought it sounded unconvincing especially since she emphasized the IS in her mind. But convincing or not it was enough for her to remain in his embrace.

Warm breath tumbled all around her head as Goku breathed heavily behind her. He wasn't sure why but he was uncomfortable and still not positive he was helping in comforting her even though she hadn't pushed him away...yet. All that swam through his head was, 'You've got to say something to her this isn't enough. Say something.... anything...Make her happy. It doesn't matter what you feel. Just keep her happy right now. Say something... BAKA!' His eyes widened at the last word. An image of Vegeta popped into his head and along with it the Ouji's voice saying the derogatory term. The words instantly came then.

He leaned closer to her ear and began to whisper with a tone of such calm and compassion it was incredible it was him using it. "Love, please don't cry anymore. Because when you cry it covers up that beautiful smile of yours. The one that makes everything inside of me want to burst because I'm filled with such happiness for you allowed me, the baka, to see it…"

There was a pause before he spoke again, keeping his same tone. "Please allow me to make it up to you. I really was such a fool for hurting you the way I always seem to do. I don't deserve your love...."

The last was said with such honesty that ChiChi broke his embrace and stood up to turn and look into his eyes. They were closed though but his expression showed one of guilt as if he knew he'd done something wrong and was awaiting the worst punishment available. Her tears stopped along with the sobs. She sidestepped past the chair she had just been seated in to step in front of Goku. The chair was pushed under the table to allow her to do so.

His eyes widened as he felt ChiChi embrace him, wrapping her arms around him and placing her hands on his shoulders from behind while pressing her head into his shoulder. Ebony eyes gazed down at similar colored hair as a true genuine, soft smile graced Goku's lips. Those same lips he brought down to place upon her head as he proceeded to complete the embrace with his arms wrapping around her to pull her closer to him. A contented sigh escaped them both as they just stood there for several moments until...

Goku's beyond extremely angry tummy produced a very threatening sounding growl. It surprised them both and they began to laugh and pull out of their embrace. ChiChi smiled, "Oops you should eat. Besides I've never known you to be able to save the world on an empty stomach." She then stepped away from him to get him a new set of chopsticks since his had become aquatinted with the floor. But before she could he grabbed her arm, which made her gaze lock onto his.

"I stay because I want to." Then with his other hand he brought it to her face and used his thumb to wipe away all the remaining tears from her flushed cheeks. "And I'll stay as long as you'll let me." Both arms dropped from her as she nodded in response to him. He took it as a silent appreciation for his words that were too hard to be expressed in gratitude with more words. Which was true.

He sat down at his plate of food and awaited his new set. A smirk spread across his face, 'Damn I have some major kick-ass willpower.' He let his smirk disappear as ChiChi handed him the chopsticks. A nod in thanks before he broke them apart and began to dig in. ChiChi began heading for the bathroom to wash her face then her final destination to the living room to check up with everyone else still within the Son household. Pausing at the doorway, she turned to survey her husband, her Goku, whom she loved with all she had, eating to his tummy's content.

A smile played at her lips as she spoke, "I like it."

He just blinked at her while pausing in his attempt at wolfing down another plate full. Her finger came up and she gestured towards his chest, which made him follow its path to its intended focus. That chest sported a gray form fitting T-shirt and below on his bottom half he wore some loose fit darker denim jeans. He smiled with puffy cheeks containing food. 'She finally noticed.'