Hello and welcome to my first fic on this site! I hope you all enjoy it :)
Please do keep in mind that this DOES NOT abide by ANY timeline; I'm honestly making it up as I go. It shouldn't be too outrageously wtf, but we'll just have to wait and see. The following chapters are going to be as much as a surprise to me as they will you.
Disclaimer – I don't own Dragon Ball Z/GT or anything other than my OC's. (Dang it)
With a heavy sigh, Bulma looked out the large window of her father's lab. The sun shone bright atop the lightly swaying trees. She let out another sigh. What was she doing inside on such a perfect day? Oh, that's right; his 'royal majesty' had demanded more of her creations to train with, that's why.
Her eyes narrowed in thought. 'Who the hell does he think he is?! He's certainly not royalty to me; spoilt brat!'
He'd flown off to see Goku and Piccolo about something. She was half inclined to not even bother with his new toys, but she honestly could not be bothered dealing with one of his little prissy eruptions of outrage again once he came home.
'Home' She scoffed aloud, earning a raised brow from her father to whom she answered with a lazy half-hearted smile. "Take a break, Bulma. Go and see Chi-Chi for a while. I'm sure she'll enjoy the company."
"Hm" She leaned back in her chair in thought. "I'll bet Gohan is home studying.. Oh what the heck, good idea daddy." She bounced up out of her seat and swung her arm around the loop of her backpack before picking up her favourite capsule and running passed her mother on her way to the door.
"Going to Chi-Chi's mum, be back later!" She called back over her shoulder.
"Wh-Oh but Bulma, I just got back from the bakery." She replied holding up the tray covered in treasures, an ever present smile lighting up her youthful face.
"Looks like its just you and me for lunch, dear." Her husband spoke from her side as he reached out and took a small cake, biting into it with obvious delight; all the while watching as their daughter clicked the top of the capsule and threw it to the ground. Before the smoke had time to clear, Bulma was already in the cockpit of the small four person aeroplane. She gave her parents a happy wave as the machine hovered above the ground, then shot up into the sky.
"Mum I cant concentrate, I'm starving." Gohan pleases with Chi-Chi. She brought down the cleaver in her hand, cleanly cutting the dead from the fish she was preparing, her force making the blade become lodged in the chopping board beneath. She closed her eyes and pursed her lips.
"How many chapters have you done?" She asked with a narrowed glare. He hesitated for less than a moment making her bare her teeth.
"Four…" He mumbled.
"Gohan!"
"But there's at least thirty questions in each chapter, mum, please?!" He asked, exhausted. His stomach backed up his argument by letting out a loud grumble.
"…Fine, set the table. BUT I want another six chapters by dinner time." She warned, ripping her cleaver from the wood.
"Thanks mum, you're the best." Gohan replied with a smile so much like his fathers, it made Chi-Chi smile back.
"Were you good at math, mum?" He asked, opening the door to one of the lower cupboards and taking out at least half a dozen plates. He certainly had inherited the Saiyan appetite; there was no doubt about that.
"Of course I was!" She shot back, the house quickly becoming filled with mouth-watering aroma that could only be described as Chi-Chi's cooking.
"Really?" He asked, not hiding his surprise. "Well would you mind hel-" He stopped mid-sentence; his ears prickling.
"Hm?" His mother asked, watching his face as a huge smile overtook his features.
"Bulma's here!" He said with a laugh. Chi-Chi abandoned her post at the stove to watch out the window. It was a full minute before the aircraft came into view.
"Wash your hands Gohan, lunch is just about ready." Her mood had lightened upon seeing her blue haired friend.
"Hey Chi-Chi, hey squirt." Bulma grinned as she let herself into their home.
"Hey Bulma!" Gohan greeted enthusiastically.
"Wow I half expected not to see you. I would have thought Goku would have dragged you away with Vegeta and Piccolo to do some intense train…ing." Her forehead creased when she took note of Chi-Chi's expression. She swore she could see smoke coming out of her ears.
"Gohan is concentrating on his studies.. Like a NORMAL child; not off blowing things up and fighting." She said through gritted teeth. She slammed down plate upon plate upon bowl of food. Straight away Gohan dug in.
"Your mum raises a good point, squirt. There's no future in fighting; academics that's where its all att. Just look at me!" She winked.
"You mean still living with your parents?" Gohan asked with his mouth stuffed full of food.
Bulma's eyes went wide then narrowed into thin slits. "Don't sass me! UGH You are JUST like your father!" She yelled while Gohan hurriedly swallowed his food in an attempt not to choke.
"I didn't mean it as a bad thing, Bulma." He held his hands up in surrender. "I'd love to live with my mum when I'm old."
Bulma's jaw hit the floor. "I AM NOT OLD!"
Chi-Chi however, smiled at his words. "As if I'd ever want to leave this cooking." He grinned, taking another bite. Bulma laughed as Chi-Chi's smile faded into annoyance.
The rest of the meal was consumed with light-hearted small talk.
"I don't even want to think about the amount of money we've spent on him. And not once have I heard any semblance of a 'Thank You'." Bulma mumbled. "But I guess that's just Vegeta, I don't see it changing any time soon."
Gohan dropped his knife, a frown slowly crossing his features in concentration. The two women knew that look all too well, their gazes locked on the young boy, waiting for his explanation.
"Someone's coming. Two people. I've never felt them before, neither are weak." His frown deepened.
All three of them made their way out the front door. Following Gohan's gaze, they looked up towards the sky. The distinct sound of rotor blades chopped the air as a deceivingly small yet badly damaged ship came to rest not too far from the house.
Gohan's fisted hands relaxed in the slightest. "I don't sense a Ki." He spoke quietly, his fists regripping when steam shot out from the machine as the pressure in the main chamber was released and the door opened and ramp descended.
