The Shopping Trip

I've already typed up this story. I'm just posting chapters every week. So you don't have to worry about me abandoming this. Enjoy!

P.S. Sorry if they're short...

It was a beautiful day outside the Son house. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and…..okay, I lied. It was actually a cloudy day with a slight chance of rain. Inside the little cottage-type home, Chichi (the house wife) was searching through the kitchen cabinets for some ingredients for dinner. This task was not as cheerful as it sounded.

"GOKU!" she screeched, voice hitting octaves so high that glass shattered.

Chichi was not a happy camper. She had just checked the fridge and all the cabinets and shelves in the kitchen but could only find some cans of soda (which Goku hated), a bag of spinach (which Goku and Gohan both hated), and some mouldy remains of a leftover sandwich, which she discarded right away.

"Now where is that big lug?" she wondered aloud.

No sooner had she said that had Goku rushed inside the house.

"Yes, Chichi?" he asked calmly, a big Son grin planted on his face.

"Do you know what we're going to eat for dinner?"

"Uhh, fis—"

"NOTHING, THAT'S WHAT! Goku, unless you want to be eating spinach and soda tonight, I suggest you to go to town and buy some groceries so we can have a nice dinner together."

"But Chi—"

"No buts. You're going, and that's the final word Goku!"

Goku sighed, defeated. "Okay, hun. Can I at least take Gohan with me?" He hoped she would say yes. They could have a father-son bonding trip!

"Of course," Chichi replied, placing her hands on her hips. "As long as he finishes his studies!"

"Yeah! I'll go get him," Goku said, smiling broadly.

Meanwhile…..

Books were strewn carelessly across the floor. Papers fluttered as the wind blew them around. And a certain demi-saiyan sat amidst the mess, staring down at his homework and tearing out his hair.

'Why can't I think of anything!?' he thought.

Gohan was currently working on an essay. He had to write about a memory that he could never forget. The half-saiyan had about a million ideas for his essay, but he knew that none of them would be appropriate enough to write on a school assignment. I mean, it was hardly okay for him to write about Piccolo's death when the saiyans arrived, or about the Cell Games.

He sighed. This was impossible!

"Gohan!" Goku called.

Gohan looked up just as his dad poked his head through the door.

"Hey kiddo! You wanna come with me to buy some groceries!"

"Aw, do I have to dad? I really have to finish my essay and—"

"It's either that or we have spinach and soda for dinner," Goku added with a pout.

Gohan grimaced. He hated spinach! Although soda was okay, spinach had such a horrible taste. It made him want to throw up.

"'Kay, I'm coming," he said.

"Meet me outside!"

And with that Gohan proceeded to get ready.