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Chi-Chi glared at the pot cooking on the stove, smaller than usual – her husband was dead, again; though his friends did plan on wishing him back to life with the Dragonballs once more… She sniffed, feeling conflicting emotions; anger, sadness, jealousy…
Goku was always off running off into danger to save someone or the world. Why he couldn't have just been another person and not some Saiyan, she sometimes wondered.
Maybe then she wouldn't be so jealous of the world when her husband was out saving it…