Yet another mundane day at home. Goku sat in his little home, where he, his wife, and second youngest live. He had just gotten in after a day of sparring with Goten and did some push-ups in the living room to pass the time.
"Goku!"
The loud, booming yell caught the martial artist by surprise and had him fall over on the floor, wincing in pain. He knew better than no other that the loud tone of voice belonged to his wife, Chi-Chi. He had no idea why she was so bitchy sometimes, but he knew better than to open his mouth about it. He was hoping to go an entire Friday without hearing her annoying yells.
"Goku!" Chi-Chi entered the living room with her arms folded, an indignant and aggravated look on her pretty face. Looking at her, the earth raised alien didn't know why she had to look so pissed off all the time. She was so much prettier when she had a smile on her face.
"What is it, Chi?" he asked, picking himself up.
Goten was just coming from the halls, having just exited the bathroom upon taking a shower. The little boy had a towel over his shoulder receiving wet drops from his soaked hair. All he had to do was take one look at his mother's irate expression and he shot right back into his room. He knew better than to get in the midst of his parents when they were having their problems. Being the smart boy he was, he remained in the bathroom.
"Every time I go in the refrigerator, I see absolutely nothing. It makes me thinking, how the hell can one guy eat up all the food. Just yesterday I told myself I was going to cook just a lot less for you than normal so I can save you some dim sum, eggs, fried rice, shrimp, pizza, and burgers for today. But when I go in there...all I see is sushi."
Goku rubbed the back of his head, chuckling nervously. "Yeah...that Sushi's for Goten, Chi. You can't eat that."
"That's not the god damn point!" Chi-Chi yelled. "Goku, you know we're on a budget! You haven't been working for weeks and you think you can just do what you normally do? We had food in there and neither me or Goten got to eat. We're running low on money, son!"
"Sorry," Goku said softly, trying to plead with his wife. "I won't eat up all the food next time, I promise!" He clapped his hands together. "I promise."
"Hn!" Chi-Chi smacked her lips and went back into the kitchen. "You're going grocery shopping today."
"Eh? But don't you normally do that?"
Chi-Chi handed Goku a card, which he took by instant reaction. "No ifs ands or buts about it. I've swept, cleaned, done everything around the house. All you did was train with Goten. It's Friday and I want to relax. Besides, you don't have a job or anything and all you do is laze around when you're not fighting or eating. Why don't you go shopping for once?"
Chi-Chi had made an extraordinary point and the Saiyan knew better than to argue with that. "Alright, Chi. I'll go." He put the card into his shirt. "I'll be back in a bit."
"Mom, can I go?!" Goten came out, already dressed. When the boy wasn't out hanging out with Trunks or his brother, he found himself always having some fun with his dad.
"Fine, whatever. But as soon as you get back, you have to study, okay?"
"Yes, mom. I will, I promise." The boy smiled with glee, bowing down to her.
"Be on your way, Goku."
"Alright, alright!" Goku headed out the door, not wanting to hear anything else from her. "Let's go, son."
"See ya later, mom!"
"See ya later Goten."
Goku and Goten both flew on the yellow cloud known as Kinto'un. This was a reward Goku received a couple decades ago when he was just a 12-year-old boy, by the hands of his seasoned master: Muten Roshi. Only those with a good heart were able to ride on such a gift. Both of them were blazing through the sky, used to flying at thousands of miles per hour.
"Ya know mom is right," Goten said, starting conversation.
"About what?" Goku asked.
"You eating up the food. I know I get hungry like you too, but I'm not as careless. While you were gone, mommy taught me manners."
"Ehehehehe...you'd only know how hard it is if you were a full-blooded Saiyan, Goten."
"I'm thankful I'm not," Goten said, giggling.
The two laughed out loud as they made way into a small village. Goku had Goten held on his shoulders as he hopped down off the Kinto'un, landing in the middle of the street.
"Where the hell he come from?"
Goku received various looks from many different locals in the area, though nobody confronted him, nor did he or his son care. They went to their go-to store. As soon as they entered, they were met with a aisle of vegetables and fruits. Goku looked all over the place, his eyes just stuck.
"Dad..." Goten bent over, his face right before his dad's. "Hey!"
"Ah..." Goku's eyes fluttered. "S-sorry...what's up?"
"Are you going to buy the food?"
Goku clicked his tongue, a face of uncertainty shown all over. "Well...I don't exactly know how to use a card, ya see."
Goten smirked. He hopped off his father's shoulders and landed just beside him. "Hand it here. I'll go buy everything."
Goku pulled out the card, seeing how his son seemed to be so confident. "You sure, Goten? I don't want your mother to get mad at me."
"Yeah! Mommy taught me how to use it. I'll go buy everything we need, okay?"
"Okay, son." Goku handed him the card. "I'll go right outside. Just come find me when you're done okay?"
"Otay!" Goten turned around and grabbed a cart where he'd be able to place all of his food.
"Hm." Goku split ways with his son and went back outside. Looking around, he could have sworn something about this place was familiar. He had passed through hear once to drop Chi-Chi off so she could shop, but he felt like he's been here before when he was younger. "Hm...something about rabbits and carrots?" He scratched his head, trying to reminisce.
"Pssst!"
"Huh?" Hearing a noise, Goku looked around. He saw that none of the people within his proximity didn't happen to go near the sound, so it had to be him being called.
"Pssst! Over here, dumb ass!"
Goku looked to his left, seeing a pile of bushes. He felt a life force residing just behind it and went near the place. He headed into the bushes, where he was met by some short black guy with a beanie on his head, wearing a denim jacket with holes in it. "Hey..."
"Get down!" He pulled Goku by the pant leg, forcing the man to bend down.
"Hey..." Looking at this guy, he noticed he had nothing but dirt on his square face, and he had a lot of scars surrounding his chiseled body. "Do I know you?"
"We've never met before," the man said. "Never..."
Goku rubbed his chin. "I could have sworn we could have seen one another before." Goku scrunched his face. "It's at the tip of my tongue."
"Bruh, we never seen each other before."
"Uub...?"
"What?"
Goku shook his head. "No, not Uub. What the...I mean, Nam. Is your name Nam?"
"No..." the man blinked at Goku, not believing this was happening right now.
"Hey, do you know Mr. Popo?"
"Nigga, I don't know none of them! Stop that already!"
"Alright..." Goku scratched his head.
"I seen you with a kid as ya'll got near that store. Is he yours?"
"Yeah," Goku asked. "He looks like me, huh?"
"Heh! Yeah, but you won't know for sure unless you get a test done."
"Why?" Goku asked. "He looks just like me!"
"Bruh, I raised this kid who I thought was my son for 15 years. I come to find out the reason he look like me is because my brother fucked my wife."
"Aha! But my brother's dead!" Goku laughed.
The dark-skinned male looked at Goku, wrinkling his eyebrow. "Why in the hell would you be laughing about your dead brother?"
"Well, you see, it's a long-"
"Nah, nigga. You weird. But look, I didn't drag you into the bushes just to have some long pointless ass conversation. I thought you was a chill dude...which you seem to be, but you eccentric as fuck, bruh."
"What does eccentric mean?" Goku asked.
"Yeah, and you special, too huh?" The man laughed. "Look, I don't think you're not only chill, but you seem like the type of dude that don't go around snitching and shit."
"Snitching...?"
"Like tell on people for doing bad or illegal stuff."
"Oh, yeah!" Goku shrugged his shoulders. "Unless somebody's getting killed or hurt, why should I care?"
"Hehehe, exactly! And the shit I'm doing doesn't get anybody killed or hurt. In fact, it makes the world a better place." He pulled out a small plastic bag, inside it being some pure, green, beautiful, sweet looking grass. "But niggas over here are so docile and retarded that they just do what they're told."
"Aren't they supposed to?" Goku asked.
"Well, that's what they do because they let the law restrict them and shit. I mean, it's good to have laws to stop you from doing bad things, but the system is innately fucked up, bruh. I mean...look at this beauty!"
Goku looked at the stuff in the plastic bag. "Yeah...and? Looks like grass to me."
"This stuff is weed, marijuana, Mary Jane...that good good, son." He had a smile of joy, just gazing at the dazzling sack of pure gas.
"Aren't I supposed to tell on you for that?"
The man chuckled. "DO you really do what others tell you, my nigga?"
Goku scratched the back of his head, thinking on it. "Well, the only people I ever listened to was my late grandfather, my master...and my wife."
"Aha. I see, you're a good dude. I respect that, man. Respecting your grandfather and shit, may he rest in peace. Seniors don't get the respect nowadays that they're supposed to get. As for your masters, that's understandable. If you're willing to learn from them you gotta shut the fuck up and just pay attention." He then shook his head. "As for your wife...pfft...you pussy whipped."
Goku chuckled nervously, only managing to understand a portion of what this stranger just said. He didn't want to question anything else because he didn't want to sound any more naive than what he already put himself out to be.
"But look, I have to give this shit away. Do you know how to roll a blunt?"
"No," Goku responded.
The man sighed. "Alright. Man, this crouching and shit making my legs hurt."
"Mines, too!" Goku chuckled.
"Alright, look." The man pulled out an empty blunt. "I already got out the nicotine and shit in here, so I can replace it with the weed." He placed it flat on the ground. Opening up the bag, he let loose the sweet smell of that gas. "Ah..." his eyes fluttered, mesmerized at the attractive aroma of the weed. "Before I put the weed in it, this what you gotta do." He picked up the blunt and licked the sides a bit. "Get it ready with your saliva..."
Goku continued to watch as this man prepared the weed. He didn't listen to anything he was saying, but rather watching what he was doing. A couple of minutes pass and he hands Goku a perfectly rolled up blunt and some weed left over in the tied up sack, as well as a lighter. "Here."
"Why are you giving all this to me?" Goku asked.
"Because some lil rattin ass nigga saw me smokin the other day and went over to tell his parents. If I get caught smoking, they gonna fuck me up real bad, man. So I had to get rid of it."
The Saiyan shook his head. "Why not just throw it away? Simple right?"
The man shook his head. "This how I can tell you never smoked before. Weed is a precious thing bestowed upon us by the gods so we can have good times. Yes, we don't need weed to have fantastic moments, but for some, weed makes the world a better place. The only people that enjoy it the most are the ones who use weed sporadically, maybe once a week or so. For me, it makes it all the more valuable. You must learn to treasure this, love it as if it was your wife."
"Really?" Goku asked, referring to what he said last.
"Okay, no. Knowing you, you might try to fuck the weed. But listen, before I send you on your merry way, just know this one thing. When you smoke, you want to inhale the smoke as well, hold it in for a few seconds, then let it go. I remember this one boogie ass dude who smoked it, but didn't inhale. He acted like he was high the entire time and laughed his ass off. Such a dumb dude."
"What happened to him?"
"I stole off on him, ahahaha. But look, since it's your first time, make sure you don't hold the smoke in for a while, a'ight?"
"Yeah," Goku said. "I got it." He put the blunt and the bag inside his shirt. "Thanks."
"Alright, playa. Nice meetin ya." He pushed Goku in the face, having the man fall over on his back and out of the bushes.
Goku stood up and shook his face, dusting himself off as well. He had been apart of many weird things in his life, but he couldn't imagine none weirder than that.
"Hey, dad, you're ready?" Goten came out with a couple of capsules in hand. "All the foods are in here."
"Yeah, Goten. Let's go. Kinto'un!"
And on cue, the soft and fluffy yellow cloud came onto the horizon subsequent to being called by its rider. Both Goku and Goten hopped on and shot off into the sky. The random stranger in the bushes had an eyebrow raised as he watched Goku take off.
"This man ain't even high yet and he on a cloud..."
Once Goku got home, he and Goten both helped Chi-Chi put up the groceries. The housewife shook her head and looked at the fridge. "I could barely fit all the food in there!" She wiped a bit of sweat from her brow. "Thanks, guys."
"You're welcome, mom!"
"No problem, Chi."
"While you guys were gone, Bulma had called me and told me that her and Trunks are going out. I figured me and Goten could go as well and have some fun with them for the night."
"What do you want me to do while you're gone?" Goku asked.
"Why don't you look for a job?" Chi-Chi asked, kissing her husband on the cheek. She and Goten started to head out the door. "And in the meantime, stay away from the kitchen, too!" Her and Goten headed out the door, making their leave.
And just like that, Goku was left to his lonesome.
For half an hour now, Goku sat on his sofa, looking at the beautifully rolled blunt and a lighter right next to it. He was somewhat hesitant to do it at first because he truly didn't know what weed would do to him, nor how it would make him feel.
Looking off to his right, Goku eyed the house phone affixed to the wall. "Maybe I can get some advice...?" The Saiyan stood up and neared the phone. He pulled it and pressed some numbers, hoping to get into contact with some friends of his. He placed the phone next to his ear, listening to the ring of a phone.
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"Hello?"
"Hey, Tien!" Goku said excitedly.
"Goku," Tien spoke through the phone. The man chuckled. "I never thought there'd be a day where you'd use a phone, heehe. What's up?"
"Hey, I met a weird guy today when I was on my way to the store with my son, Goten. He went in shopping while I waited outside for a little bit. Well, this guy called me over and he started to talk to me weirdly. I barely understood what he meant, but I managed to get the jist of it."
"Ahuh."
"And well he handed me weed," Goku finished. "He told me it was a good thing to smoke, but I don't know if I should start or not."
"Wow," Tien said. "Goku and weed, huh?" Tien chuckled. "Well, look. Goku, I won't be the one to sway you to a yes or no, because quite frankly, you're your own person. The decision is yours and I won't be the one to lead you down a path that you're not destined to make. Truly, it's up to you."
Goku frowned a bit. It wasn't the type of advice he hoped to receive from his former rival, but at the very least, he got something. "I appreciate it, pal. Maybe if I do smoke it, I'll tell you how it we-"
"Chaotzu, pass the weed!" Tien shouted over the phone.
Goku had to block his ears at how loud Tien had shouted. He only wondered how painful it must have been for those within actual vicinity of him, in the same house even. "ehm..."
"Sorry about that, Goku..." Tien went silent for a moment. "Ah..." Goku just kept quiet. "Well, look man..." Tien's voice seemed a bit raspy and deeper than usual. "Like I said...I won't be the one to sway you in the wrong direction. It's up to you, man."
"Thanks, Tien. I'll talk to you later, okay?"
"Alright, man. See you soon." Tien hung up the phone.
Goku was left there, dumbfounded. Out of all the years he had known Tien, he would have never guessed that he was a pothead. Goku shook his head and dialed up a new number. He waited as the phone rang...waiting patiently.
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"Hello?" an old voice spoke through the phone.
"Hey, Master Roshi. I have to ask you something?"
Roshi chuckled. "Hehe, even when the student has learned and even surpassed the master, he holds questions. What is it, my boy?"
"Hehehe. Well, I was wondering. Do you think it'd be okay for me to smoke weed?"
"...WELLL THEN! You got weed my boy!? Why didn't you bring that over?"
Goku hung up the phone, immediately being taken by surprise at his former master's reaction. "Whoah." The Saiyan was weirded out. "So, Tien and Master Roshi smokes, huh?" Yet again, Goku decided to call up another friend.
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"yo!"
"Hey, Krillin!" Goku called out. "How's it going?"
"Hey, sup Goku! How ya been, man?"
"I'm good," Goku responded. "Hey, I was just wondering...do you think it's okay to smoke weed?"
"Weed?" Krillin asked. "Heh! I remembered trying it with Master Roshi one time before the 22nd Tenkaichi Budokai. To be frank, it scared the hell out of me, Son. If I had to give you some real, friendly advice, it'd be not to do it, man."
"Thanks, Krillin." Goku hung up the phone. "So two smokes and one doesn't." The man rubbed his chin. "I wonder who should I call up next?" He thought on it for a brief moment. "AHA!" He got to the phone and dialed up another number. He let it ring for a couple of moments prior to the call being picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Vegeta!" Goku called out. "What's up?"
"Ah, Kakarot. What the hell are you doing using a phone?"
"I wanted to call you because I need to ask you about something. It's important."
"Sure, tell me." Vegeta waited, deciding to hear out Goku's question. Over the years, he managed to control his temper when it came to Goku because he hated how stupid he could be at times.
"Today I met this guy and he pulled me over and told me that he couldn't smoke any weed, so he gave it to me. He taught me how to roll and smoke, all the good stuff."
"SO?" Vegeta asked. "What are you bothering me for?"
Goku's eyes trailed off over to the marijuana blunt sitting still on his table. "Well...I was wondering. Should I smoke it or not?"
Vegeta smacked his lips. "Bulma told me about weed. It's very similar to a drug they had on Planet Vegeta."
"Really?" Goku asked.
"Yes," Vegeta replied. "But it was very rare. My father tried it once before he went on a mission and accidentally impregnated an entire planet."
"Holy...how many brothers and sisters do you have, Vegeta?"
"None," the familiar Saiyan replied. "Me and father killed them all."
"Wow..."
"Listen, Kakarot...from what Bulma tells me, this weed truly isn't bad, unless it's mixed in other drugs. She says sometimes it can be used to calm someone down and relax them. Her father just started smoking recently and I have to say...he and I have been getting along pretty well."
"Hey, that's good!" Goku was now feeling a bit more confident about smoking weed now. "Have you tried it, Vegeta?"
"No," the Saiyan replied. "But I might. Hn! Just imagine me smoking so much weed that it gets me relaxed to the point where I get Ultra Instinct!"
"Bahaahahshahahaha!" Goku busted out laughing. "H-He..." the man could barely form sentences, his stomach hurting. Vegeta had to stifle a few chuckles through the phone himself, not thinking he'd be capable of making up such a joke.
"Maybe you should try it, maybe not," Vegeta said. "The truth is, I really don't give a damn, Kakarot. Unless you're going to call me for a fight, don't bother trying to mess with me again, got it?"
Goku, still laughing a bit, nodded. "Y-yeah, Vegeta. I got it. Thank you."
"See ya clown. Call me if you do smoke it."
"Sure." Hanging up the phone, Goku went back over to the couch, placing himself back at square one. He licked his lips. He was indeed more confident, but still a tad bit unsure of if he should smoke it or not. "I can do it, but I just need one last person's input..."
"Stop trying to steal my food, Bubbles! That's really aggravating!"
"Hey, King Kai!"
Hearing the voice of his best student, King Kai immediately responded. "Hey, Goku! Long time no hear. How's it going?"
"Good. And you?"
"Oh, I'm good. Bubbles, stop that! Hehehe...yeah, what's up? Do you need anything? I can give you stuff, but I'm not lending you some of my food again!"
"No, no, no. It's not that, King Kai. I was honestly wondering if I should do something, but I'm having a hard time deciding."
"Well, what is it, Goku?"
"There's this thing called weed here and I'm trying to decide on if I should smoke it or not."
"Weed?" King Kai chuckled. "Goku, it's one of the healthiest things an adult can use, if used in moderation. Hehehe, look, if you just wanna experience, go for it. Me and Bubbles even lit it up a couple of times."
"Really?"
"Yep! Ain't that right, Bubbles?"
"OHOHOH AHAHAHA!"
"Bubbles says yes."
Goku laughed. "Well, that's good, King Kai. How often do you smoke?"
"Almost everyday to be honest. That's why I'm so easy going. All the Kais and Gods smoke weed, all except Lord Beerus...that's why he's always such an ass sometimes."
"Wow, so you smoke everyday?"
"I said ALMOST everyday, Goku. Almost."
"When don't you smoke?"
"Everyday but Sunday," King Kai responded, laughing out loud.
"Well, it's good to know. Thanks King Kai!"
"Anytime, Goku...anytime."
Now yet again, it was just Goku, the blunt and the lighter. He licked his lips and took the blunt, grabbing the lighter. "Now I seen how some of these people use it on t.v." From the lighter was a fire, and just inches away from it being the long, thin, magnificently rolled marijuana blunt.
"Alright."
Goku lit the end of the blunt and put the other side of it against his mouth. He closed his eyes, recalling the advice of the bush man. He puffed the blunt for a brief moment and removed it from his mouth. He inhaled the smoke in, which felt a little thick, even though it was just a bit. The Saiyan tried to hold it in, but it felt too much for him. Goku exhaled with a loud cough, excess smoke coming from his mouth.
He was coughing so much that he felt his head was beginning to hurt and he got an extreme tingling sensation in his throat, something he had never felt before. His eyes were wide for a moment after he finished his coughing. He looked over to the blunt, gazing at the smoke coming from it for a few moments. "Alright...it's not as bad as I thought."
And he took another hit.
The sun was now setting and the night was beginning to come upon everyone. Chi-Chi and Goten both just arrived in their car, the engine roaring. "Did you have fun?"
"Yeah," Goten responded. "Did you see that girl me and Trunks met?"
Chi-Chi smiled. "Yes, sweetie. You shouldn't worry about any of that stuff right now, okay? You focus on your studies right now."
"Yes, mam."
Both exited out the car and converted it back into a capsule. Chi-Chi and Goten both neared the door. As she touched the door knob, Chi-Chi felt an uneasy feeling in her stomach, though it was something she herself wasn't able to describe. Whatever it was, it wasn't good.
The woman turned the door knob and entered the house. As soon as she and her son took step through the door, they were both overwhelmed by this strong smell.
Goten covered his nose, eyes wide. "What the? What's that smell?"
Chi-Chi knew that it couldn't have been good. "Stay outside, Goten." Chi-Chi went inside the house and closed the door behind her. The woman a dark smoke travelling all around the house, which had to be the smell no doubt.
Once she was in the living room, she saw Goku laid out, slouched on the sofa. The man's clothes were all over the place, only in his boxers. A snot bubble could be seen coming from his face as he snored loudly. The woman shook her head, having a general idea of what her husband had did.
"I just need to check one thing."
The housewife headed to the kitchen, just where she had placed all the food they collected earlier. She stood before the fridge, a knot in her stomach. This right here was the moment of truth. She slowly placed her hand around the handle of the fridge and gradually began to open it. With each centimeter the door of the fridge opened, the more nervous the woman got.
Once the fridge was opened, she was overwhelmed by this bright white light. That was all she got.
Food
gone.
Drinks
gone.
Condiments
gone.
Everything
GONE.
The woman's face got red instantly. Sure she would have merely fussed and scolded her husband had her smoked weed and nothing else, but the fact that he ate an entire grocery list of food pissed her off to the extreme. She tried her best to keep her cool, but the heat coming over her was far too much.
She shifted her body to where it was now facing Goku, who was sleeping away like a baby. Just seeing her husband like that because of the weed made her even angrier. And to simply think of food, something they were running extremely low on gone...she just couldn't hold it in anymore.
The woman had her head up and her mouth wide open. From her mouth was yelled the most known name in the world by this point in time at the top of her lungs.
"GOKU!"
The snot bubble popped and Goku's eyes shot open. He didn't even need to look ahead to know he was in trouble.
He just knew he was...
