Hey you guys! Here is my newest story, cause I can't keep this idea in my head any longer. Just so you guys know ahead of time. Chichi may seem a bit OOC in this portion, but I assure you that once Julian the story is under way she will return to her regular self. As with my other DBZ fic, I don't own DBZ or its characters, but Julian and his poodle Fifi are mine! Okay, On with the Fic!

The Time of Her Life

The lights overhead sparkled and dimmed as the music echoed throughout the room. It was the first time Chichi had ever been in a ballroom. The first time Chichi ever felt real class. The orchestra paused and began the next song, with a low rumble before the piano took over and cast a sweet romantic glow throughout the room. The lights went low and partners were pulled closed to each other, Chichi close to hers. He was taller than her, a good 6 inches or so. He had a broad chest and creamy skin which was rippled with muscles here and there. He wore a red dress shirt and a dark suit, whose jacket was now at their table. His fingers were soft… never callused and his scent was like sawdust and juniper berries. God, so intoxicating. His hair was long and black but tied back into a braid of sheer sophistication. He grinned down happily at her showing his cleanly white teeth as he swept her over the rest of the dance floor. Her dress was a red, something between a blood red, and a brick red that illuminated her beautiful pale skin. It was only knee length showing off her shapely calves and her shoes high and with tiny spaghetti straps, showing of her dainty and beautiful feet and toes. She'd taken the time to get a pedicure, manicure and her hair done, up in a bun with curls cascading down her neck and face. For the first time in a long time, her wrinkles were gone without the help of her makeup, and she felt alive and… happy. Yes, that's it... happy.

His hand went to her waist but she didn't even notice, too out of it to really think. She rested her head on his chest. He tightened the shawl around her arms, as Goosebumps appeared on her bare shoulders and arms. Her dress sat snugly at her bosom, which seemed to have grown without the baggy unrevealing clothes she wore every day.

Her mind raced as she was twirled joining everyone else and her dear friend in a beautiful waltz that seemed to never end. Was her Gohan and Goten okay? Where were they? Would they even come home tonight? What about her husband…Goku? The name fluttered from her lips and flew into the ears of her dear friend who simply laughed and looked down at her.

Thinking again of him are you?

Yes, maybe I should go check if they are home yet. I'm worried sick about them.

All right, let me get your things and I'll take you home now.

Okay, Julian.

She watched as he left her go, his delicate fingers lightly touching her before he turned and walked over to their table. How did she ever get into something like this? She should be home cooking...shouldn't she? Even if she did go home, there was no guarantee that they would be there. They were sparring with Vegeta, as they did every night, and most nights they stayed over there, preparing to get stronger for the world. Bulma even seemed to have no time for her, always working to fix what the boys did wrong and working to clean and stay a mother to her son, Trunks. Why didn't she have a family...a normal family that ate dinner together and went out for a movie? A family that paid her mind. Every night she sat alone in her house, cooking and cleaning what they messed up, taking her delight in their distant presence. She always told herself she was selfish, to want them always there that is. Selfish… they had a job to do. But then there was always an evil and dark voice that spoke asking… what about her? Bulma saw more of her family then she did, and it killed her slowly. The only person she could call and really talk to was her father, and even then he had his own life to live. Yamcha, Tien.. everyone saw her as the wicked witch of the west, but how really was she supposed to act when everything she loved and held dear was taken away from her… and with a valuable reason. At least if she yelled and screamed, she had a fighting chance of holding tight to what she love… even if it never worked.

She stood still looking out onto the dance floor gazing at the couples who were dancing. They were happy smiling, in love. She always wanted that... always. Envy sprung up into her chest and she bitterly forced it back down with a rolling pin. They didn't have a family who saved the world though! It was because of her… no...Because of her husband and her son, that the world was safe from harm. Then what was it she was good for... and what was it she was praised for… nothing? Tears sprang to her eyes as she watched them dance and swirl laughing and resting their heads on each other. Silently she vowed to have that one day… one day Goku would come home and find her gone… and maybe then...he would appreciate her…. And when dinner wasn't prepared, maybe then they would appreciate her… maybe.

She felt a hand rest on her shoulder and she turned to look up at Julian. He reached his soft hand up and brushed her tears off her face and she looked down at her shoes, too ashamed and angry with herself to look at him. He lifted her head with his fingers and kissed her forehead lightly.

I understand Chichi, come, lets drop you off and get you home to your family.

She merely nodded too choked up to answer, too ashamed with herself for crying and too angry for pretending that one-day she would leave. She knew she wouldn't...she loved them far too much to just up and leave them. What if one day… they finally save the world, and nothing came back to harm them? What would become of her then? Sigh… what is becoming of her now?

Julian led her on his arm to his red Ferrari, taking the keys from the valet and helping her into the passenger side. Walking over to his side, he hoped in, and after buckling his seatbelt, took off down the high way, heading over to Chichi's house.

Chichi?

Hm?

Take it easy all right? I hate to see you so stressed out, and so upset.

All right Julian.

That's all I get! An all right? The Chichi I knew would have hit me over the head with a broomstick and cursed me out for telling her what to do.

Well, this is not the Chichi you knew.

What do you mean by that?

She's gone…far to hurt to ever come back. Julian, you've always been there. You know how it is for me. Now… I just don't think I can recover.

O h, come now Chichi! You know you can take it. You're a strong woman; you've kept it this long.

Then why am I out with you tonight then?

Just looking for a bit of fun is all, no harm in that.

Julian... I want a way out, where I can still be there for them but someone for once be there for me.

Heh, can't help you there girly, you know females aren't my preference.

Heh, I know, but I can't help but feel safe around you.

When you wield a curling iron like I do and never get burnt I would trust in the magic too.

Hehehe, Do you see! I enjoy myself with you. I can laugh and enjoy myself.

Yes, but I can't always be there for you, you know that.

Sadly, I do.

Listen, let's make this a Thursday night habit, that's the most I can do for you. I'll come pick you up and we'll go somewhere exciting. Next week, what do you say… the Greenville Docks?

I don't now, maybe Gohan, or Goten will need something. Maybe they'll have something planned for the family.

Chichi…you know they…all right, we'll keep it open. Call me Thursday morning and let me know if your day is free then. If it is I'll come by and pick you up all right?

All right. But bring the nice car. I won't be driven around in something that looks like your Fifi dog chewed it up!

Hey, Fifi doesn't chew… she nibbles.

Julian took a large swerve in the car jerking Chichi and making her scream in laughter. This had to be one of the best times Chichi had in a long time, and honestly she didn't want it to end. But she was a mother, and she refused to be one of those tramps who always ran around leaving their children starved at home like a child from a broken home. She would be there for her sons!

Hello? Anyone home?

Chichi opened the large wooden door and stepped inside not more than a few seconds after Julian had driven off. Her high-heeled red shoes tapped lightly on the dark linoleum floor as she walked further into her house searching for her light switch. She had never been home this late so she never had to look for it in the dark. She really was hardly ever away from home and suddenly it hit her as to why. All her chores she had left uncompleted. Sighing to herself she realized she left the clothes on the line, her ironing wasn't done and the food was probably harboring flies, being that neither her sons nor her husband were home. Kicking off her heels she padded quietly into the kitchen, deciding to leave the light off in the living room and porch.

She stepped into her kitchen her feet barely touching the white tiles on the floor as she flicked the switch igniting light into her domain. The walls were a bright and cheery yellow, her curtains and her picture frames dusted with traces of white and yellow to make it even brighter. Her beautiful old-fashioned white sink and her clean modern white stove. Ah ha ha but her tables! Dirty dishes littered her beautiful oak table and all the food she had left out was gone. The matching oak chairs with the white suede seats were in disarray and a single note sat brightly on the table illuminated by the moonlight. She lifted it up, and read it slowly.

Dear Mom,

Thanks for diner it was yummy! We are gunna spend the night at Trunk's house okay? You were not home so Dad said to lieve a note for you. I luve you very much mommy, I com home in the morning! Bye bye!

Chichi laughed to herself softly over the note. Well, 5 years old and already writing at a 7 year old level, with an 8th grade handwriting! Although she would have to work on his spelling. Well, at least they had the decency to write a note. There were a few times they hadn't, which resulted in a strike for 2 days. Her strike quickly ended when Goku nearly burnt her kitchen down. She would never try that again! She picked the dishes and deposited them in her sink grumbling the entire way. Sighing to herself she lifted the dishrag and began scrubbing the dirty dishes, with the moon solemnly looking over her. Her hair that she had done so wonderfully fell into her face, now just an awful mess. Her dress which she had picked out specially for tonight was touched lightly by the dirty dishes leaving grease stains and cooking sauces all over it. Her makeup began smudged as the steam and the splashes of soap water dragged across her face. Whenever she came home she always underwent this terrible transformation. Her beautiful self always turned into some sort of evil Cinderella that screamed and yelled at her husband and children. She snorted to herself… how wrong everyone was. She loved her family so much! She loved her husband and her sons, but she just couldn't see them turning into educationless fighters who lived solely for fighting battles. Heh, too bad she didn't have much of a choice. She would love them… no matter what they were, of course... but she had always hoped that just maybe… one would make her proud by winning the Nobel peace prize, or curing some terrible disease… although saving the world wasn't bad either.

Wiping her hands on her now destroyed dress, she turned off the sink and trudged out her now clean kitchen. She slid across her living room, instinct taking over in the dark and leading her to the stairs. Slowly she made her way up her mahogany steps, creeping lightly and walked tiredly into her bathroom that was at the top of the steps. She loved her bathroom. Aside from the beautiful peach tiles and the flower decals she planted all over the walls, she kept a picture of her family right next to the mirror. Don't ask why, she just always did. There was a picture of everyone in each room. Her bathroom, her attic, her living room. Maybe she was obsessed with family. She stared at the soap scum left in her tub by obviously one, if not both of her dirty sons. Then again, maybe not.

After scrubbing her white tub clean again, she took a quick shower and padded into her bedroom in her fluffy pink towel to get dressed and go to sleep. The things on the line could wait till the morning, she would go grocery shopping then too, oh! and do her ironing when she came back home. So tired! She was so very tired! Her legs ached from the dancing and her heart ached from being alone in her large house. She left a good time, so find her family and no one was there. Well, her on promised to be home in the morning. Maybe when she woke up he would be there. She pushed open her bedroom door and flicked on the light. She did a quick scan to see if her children had destroyed anything in here. Her white vanity was still clean and in place. Her mahogany dressers stood tall and in two corners of her room. All her shelves with her books and trinkets were fine… now for her bed. She looked down only to be surprised by the person sleeping in her beautiful pink satin comforter. The sole person who had not taken a shower, and had dirty feet sticking out from the quilt.

Goku?

mmm.. yawn… oh hey Chichi, is it morning already?

No, It's still night. What are you doing home? I thought you were out with Goten and Gohan.

No, only those two went. I decided I wanted to stay home tonight. That couch bed is killing me.

Chichi laughed to herself and walked over to her vanity, and sat down on the stool. The mirror told tales of her frustration the wrinkles driving themselves on her face. She quickly ignored it… she had 3 kids to raise! She had a right damn it! She pushed back her towel flinging it on her white carpeted floor and began ruffling her long, black, wet hair. She opened the top drawer and pulled out her soft red brush and began brushing the silky strands. Goku watched her intently as she gently removed the tangles and knots in her hair. She saw Goku in the mirror and watched him as he followed the brush through her hair. His face showed a sign of beautiful loving compassion and suddenly her heart became warm and full again. It was times like these that she had always stayed home and by the side of her family. Simple little things they did like a glance or a smile, or a kind word that she lived for, thrived on. She had a wonderful time with Julian…always had, always will. And sometimes she needed a break, but she always needed to come back home, and make sure she got each and every loving thing her Goku, Goten, and Gohan did. Such as taking her clothes off the line…speaking of!

Goku, I left the clothes out on the line, the least you could have done was bring them in, and put those disgusting plates in the sink.

Heh, aww Chichi! I'm sorry, next time I'll remember.

All right Goku, just make sure that next time isn't in 2 years from now.

Hehhe, Okay, Chi. What were you up to tonight? You had me a little worried when dinner was set and no one was there to scream about our terrible table manners.

Well, I'm happy you remembered. I had just gone out for a bit of dancing. These tired legs need a bit of exercise.

Well, why not now?

Chichi continued brushing until the remark suddenly hit home and she got what her lustful husband was talking about. Her face turned a bright crimson red, and she stopped brushing her hair choking a bit on some air that decided her stomach was the best way to go.

Goku, I-

Before she could finish her sentence he was by her side, lifting her off the white stool pulling her up into his arms and against his chest, making her laugh and blush viciously.

Come on Chi, tonight is for just you and me.

He dropped her on the bed and threw her towel to the side, causing her to squeal and giggle profusely. She hit Goku as he plopped beside her face in evil grins and his voice carried out by a cynical laugh. Maybe being a housewife to super heroes wasn't so bad after all.

So you guys tell me what you think! Just so you know, each chapter title will be inspired of a song. Guess what the song is, by the song lyric, and after each chapter, I'll tell you guys who was right and who was wrong. I guess a bit of fun along with your reading! Alright, so let me know what you think okay! I'll see everyone later! Enjoy! ----