Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story if I did I wouldn't be writing fanfiction.
Favorite Mistake
Chapter One
Dawn was breaking in the busy metropolis of West City, and in one dark, high-rise apartment an alarm clack once again failed to go off. Suddenly Chichi Mao's eyes opened and adjusted to the light then they drifted to a picture of her holding her newborn son in the hospital. The father was absent. Her brown eyes glanced at the glowing digital clock.
"Oh my god, Gohan get up right now. You're late for school, again!" A wide-eyed Chichi yelled as her clock blinked 8 am.
She raced out of bed and ran down the hall, some pictures on the wall shook. Then she turned the corner and entered her son's karate poster covered bedroom.
"Gohan, out of bed now!" She raced down the short hall and into Gohan's bedroom. "Gohan, NOW!"
She grabbed his covers and he slowly got out of bed "I'm up Mom, jeez," Mumbled Gohan as he yawned and stretched his way to the closet. Then Chichi raced to the kitchen, grabbed a box of Pop-tarts and tossed them into Gohan's backpack, ran back to her room and pulled on a medium length, black dress and a pin-striped jacket.
"Breakfast is in your bag dear, please get dressed quickly. I'm sorry but I'm late for work and you're late for school. Your GPA is a very valuable thing and I…" Gohan walked into the kitchen fully dressed and picked up his bag. "I understand Mom, I'm all ready to go."
"Thank god you're my son, now I'll drop you off at school and give you a note." Chichi grabbed a pair of black flats as they left the apartment. The two ran down the staircases and into the parking garage and then jumped into a green Honda Civic and pulled out onto the street. Weaving in and out of traffic, gaining some one-finger salutes as Chichi broke about eight traffic laws, the green car made it to Gohan's school as the warning bell rang.
"Have a good day Sweetie," Yelled Chichi as she waved goodbye to Gohan at his Junior High. He waved back as he jogged in to the building. She smiled to herself as she drove out of the drop-off circle. Then she stepped on the gas and raced back into rush hour traffic.
Speeding down the highway Chichi spotted her exit and moved into the right lane. Going well above the speed limit she finally managed to make up the time that she lost and now her office is in sight. The large glass walled Capsule Corporation building towers above the rest of West City, Chichi saw the skyscraper through her windshield. In her rearview mirror she saw the flashing red and blue lights of a police cruiser.
She pulled off after exiting the highway and opened her window, cursing silently to herself, the Capsule Corporations building just a couple blocks away.
"I can't believe this, I was so close. Why god, why me?" She waited while the officer ran her plates and then she saw him get out of his cruiser. Some cars slowed down to rubberneck, Chichi saw her coworker Mai gaping from her white SUV, her annoying dog on her lap. The uniform clad officer was at her window.
"Ma'am didja ya know ya were goin' above the speed limit?" He asked in a monotone voice.
"Yes, Officer, I realize how fast I was going so please give me the ticket so I can get to work." Chichi said to the Policeman. Then she sighed and looked him in the eyes.
"I need my license now, please let me go. I'll pay the stupid fine." She placed her hand out the window palm up.
"Ma'am, I don't think ya realize jist what coulda happened. You coulda killed yourself or someone else," said the cop as he eyed her angrily. "I seen it everyday, young people…"
"That's great, please, my ticket…" said Chichi. The Officer frowned while he handed her the ticket. Chichi stuffed it in her leather side bag then drove the two blocks to her assigned parking spot.
Chichi walked into the marbled floor lobby of the office building, the secretary waved and handed her a manila envelope.
"Ms. Briefs, the dear, wanted you to go see her as soon as you got here. So go right up. I would knock first though, just to be on the safe side. You-Know-Who is back." The elderly secretary said.
"I thought Yamcha and Bulma broke up?" Chichi leaned in, "Are they back together, again?"
The secretary eyed her "I have worked here for thirty years. Bulma is like my daughter, I tried to discourage it. He is such a stupid young man always spending her money. It'll never work out but who listen to me, old Mrs. Popo. No one that's who…"
"Thanks for the heads up, I owe you one." Chichi said as she headed towards the elevator. She stopped in front of a mirror and straightened her jacket and pulled back her hair into a bun, a few loose strands for bangs hung in her eyes. She realized that in the rush she hadn't applied any make-up. She didn't think anyone would notice. She walked over to the elevator and pressed the top button. The elevators metallic surface showed her slightly blurry reflection. Then her eyes caught another reflection in the elevator, a tall dark haired, man. Her red-lipped mouth opened in shock; it only took Chichi two seconds to recognize him.
