ChiChi
In my humble opinion, Chichi is a horribly misunderstood character.
"Loud, obnoxious, and nerve-gratingly bossy."
"The lucky bitch, who got hooked up with everyone's idol."
"…and doesn't even manage to appreciate it."
I remember quite enthusiastically screaming "YES COULD YOU PLEASE?!" while watching the episode of DBZ in which Yajirobe oh-so-kindly offers to smack Goku's so-called-wife a good one (he didn't).
Thirteen years have passed since I've started watching the series and I've done my share of growing-up, experiencing, and generally feeling much more of what makes up our world. But now that I have, I can't help but feel a little sorry for the poor woman who just had to go fall in love with the savior of the universe, who has much more important things to do than be her husband… and believe it or not she knows it too.
Although Chichi's "love" may have started as a simple childhood infatuation, coupled up with what might be grossly old-fashioned beliefs about heterosexual relationships, I doubt that this is hardly enough to keep a young and beautiful woman widowed and raising two children of her past husband, in the middle of nowhere for seven years.
From the first day of Chichi's not so ordinary marriage, she was faced with a situation where her newly wed husband was fighting against the end of the Earth with a hole in his chest. She stood there unable to do more than watch and pray to a god that (although she had no way of knowing) was standing right before her, watching her husband's life dangle just as helplessly as she was. Sure this fight had EVERYONE'S life at stake – but most immediately was Goku's. Now the Ox-king's daughter is only human – who can blame her for wishing only for the safety of that one man, her husband, who just had to be the world's only hope? Time after time again Chichi found herself waiting in an empty home not knowing how her husband was doing… only that nine out of ten he was in some fatal combat.
Imagine the horror of watching your son grow to become everything you love – strong, kind, sweet and naïve, a born hero. Everything your husband was… everything that drove him head first into harm's way.
So is it really too selfish to be forgiven for wishing that at least your son would just stay behind the desk and out of danger? Is it really that wrong to get so emotional about seeing your lifelong fears unfold yet again before your eyes? Is it THAT sinful for a mother to try to keep her son (if not her husband) off the battlefield? What's wrong with worrying for her son's studies, his wellbeing – his immediate security – rather than the safety of the ungrateful humanity who lives only because her husband had been so willing to die for it?
What is a woman to do when she wants her heroic husband to just stay home, be safe and be saved for once… but knows all too well that there is no other choice. Words fail her, there is nothing she can do, so she PMS's.