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Requested by the forever wonderful "Charismatic Beauty"
A short multi-chapter story :)
Birds were chirping happily in the tranquil region of the 439 East District of Mount Paozu. Deer's bonded with their young, bears woke from their winter hibernation, and squirrels searched for their daily dose of nuts and acorns. The Majin Demon, Buu, had been defeated a couple of weeks earlier, and the world was rewarded with the revival of their unknown hero, Son Goku. The household of the said man was rapidly adjusting back to normal, with the seven year old Son Goten warming up day by day to his previously absent father. Son Gohan and Son Chichi were just elated to have their favorite Saiyan back in their lives, after a long seven year wait. It was safe to say that the world, including the little house in the middle of the East District, was finally at peace. However, that peace quickly transformed into distress, from none other than the matriarch of this family. It all started like this...
"Hmm hmm." Chichi sang a small tune from her childhood as she placed each of her Saiyans' breakfast on different sections of the table, so they don't get mixed up. Having already eaten her share minutes before, the former Ox Princess wiped her dirty hands on her apron, smiling wholeheartedly at her handiwork. Out of all of her friends, she was the best cook, save for Mrs. Briefs, who had been cooking long before she was born. Goku was blessed to have her as a wife.
"Boys, it's time for breakfast!" She yelled, loud and clear, knowing the boys in her family probably already smelled the fully prepared breakfast. She patiently waited for a series of tumbles, grumbles, and shrieks. Five, four, three, two, one...
"Ow! Goten, watch it!" Gohan grumbled as he carefully nursed his, now swollen, foot. "Sorry, big brother!" the seven year old apologized while running to the table. The screeching of chairs and clanking of spoons, chopsticks, and forks rang throughout the kitchen. "Good morning mom!" the brothers greeted before going in on their breakfast. An unexpected kiss on the cheek from Goku was her greeting from him to her, before he also joined his sons for the early morning buffet.
Chichi watched her boys for a little while, then began doing her daily routine, which consisted of the usual: dusting, sweeping, mopping, doing laundry and such. Today, she chose to do the laundry first, telling her self that it would be easier to do the harder chores first.
Making her rounds through the house, picking up and disposing laundry, Chichi selfishly thought of how much less work she had during the 7 years of absence her husband took. "What am I saying?" she questioned herself, shaking her head of those negative thoughts. Chichi did everyone's laundry separately; Goten first, Gohan second, herself third, and finally, Goku's. This all took about three hours.
In a short distance away, the Ox Princess heard a combination of yelling, squealing, punching and kicking. They were always training. The Sons need hobbies. Chichi snorted at the thought and continued doing her final round of laundry: Goku's.
"I'm getting kind of hungry, you guys." Goku laughed, dodging a roundhouse kick from his oldest, and blocking a punch in the gut from his youngest. His stomach growled loudly as he laughed sheepishly. Little Goten giggled and dragged his father inside for a snack. Gohan trailed behind them, smiling softly to himself, happy that his father was back and that Goten was warming up to him quickly.
"What are we going to make, dad?"
"How about... a "Goten-Saiyan-sized-sandwich?" A cheer and a squeal came from the seven year old hybrid.
Gohan retrieved a bottle of water from the fridge and watched warily as his father handled a knife. As a child, Gohan knew that his father was never good in the kitchen. He hoped that had changed over the years.
"Goten, pass me the ham, turkey, chicken, those two balls of lettuce, some tomatoes..." Goku's authoritative voice directed Goten. As far as Gohan could tell, everything was going smoothly until...
"Daddy, do you want some carrots?"
"EW NO!" With the force of that outburst, the knife Goku was using to chop up some onions went straight through the counter top! The father, however, didn't seem to notice as he kept on ranting about carrots with Goten hanging on to his every word. Gohan bit his nails anxiously and quickly backed out of the room. No sir, he would not be the one to blame today.
"Goten, can you get me that bottle of mayo and those slices of cheese all the on the top of the fridge please?" Goku sniffed and tried wiping the stray tears from his eyes. Those onions were really getting to him. "Sure, dad!"
Knowing that his mother would be furious if he used ki inside the house, Goten decided to climb to the top of the fridge. He put his right foot on the adjacent cabinet knob and pulled himself up on the counter.
"How do you do this...?" Goku asked, looking thoroughly confused on how to work the blender. He put all his ingredients (onions, tomatoes, peppers) inside the machine but did not know how to turn it on. "Hm, what does this button do?" His calloused index finger pressed - lightly - on the lowest button which Goku read "medium speed." In reality, however, it was "super high speed."
Goten finally reached the top of the fridge and grabbed the ingredients his father asked for, accidentally knocking over a jar of cookies that was placed next to a large bag of flour. "So this is where she hid them!" He quickly grabbed the few that fell out and munched on them before his father could notice. Goten stood with the ingredients in hand and began to prepare himself to jump off the top of the fridge when he heard a "beep."
The blender came to life as the ingredients inside of it began to twirl like a tornado. It began slow, and faster than Goku could see, the components flew out of the blender all around the kitchen. The kitchen roared and shook from the force of the splatters. It was a deafening sound that made both Goku and Goten's ears 'pop.'
"OOH MY EYES! I CAN'T SEE!" Goten screamed over the blender's roaring. The halfway blended element covered Goten's eyes, temporarily blinding him. Losing his balance, the seven year old demi-Saiyan fell on the bag of flour which exploded on impact. The small explosion sent the poor boy to the ground, large puffs of flour trailing after him, covering the kitchen floor with the substance.
Goku, getting lightheaded by how fast the ingredients were flying out, finally snapped out of his daze and sent a fairly weak ki blast at the blender, which shattered not only the said electronic machine, but also the once sturdy chestnut counter. Dangerous sparks of electricity flew out of the outlets, effectively causing the full blooded Saiyan to jump back and slip on the substance on the floor. "OOF!"
Goten was the first to rise out of the messy floor. "Dad where are you?" he panicked, thinking that something bad happened to his dear father. "Over here." came a muffled reply. The boy swiftly threw the bottle of mayo and the cheese over his shoulder and ran to his father, unknowingly causing two new dents to appear on the refrigerator's surface. With force he did not know he had, Goten pulled his father off the ground.
Only a little too fast.
Goku, once again, slipped on the snowy ground and failed to gain momentum and balance. The grown man's body flew with such speed over Goten's shoulder for what seemed like hours. Goku's body slammed into the fridge, rattling the pots and pans all around the kitchen. When he reached the ground, the appliance followed after him. If it weren't for Goten's inhuman speed, Son Goku would be "a Saiyan-sized-sandwich." The handle of fridge flew open nonetheless, smacking poor Goten in the face. Everything in the fridge fell out, causing a major crashing sound to ring throughout the house.
"Oh no! What are we going to do?" Both Son boys panicked sensing the most scariest person in the world ever rushing to the kitchen at an incredible speed. Tears began to well up in poor Goten's eyes.
"Goodness, Goku really needs to do his own laundry. Ergh, this reeks!" Chichi dropped the basket full of her husbands clothes in the washing machine, making disgusted faces at the musky odor each article of clothing let out. "With all that training he does, it's no won-"
'CRASH'
Chichi's head snapped up as all thoughts of Goku's stinky clothes disappeared. She rushed downstairs to see what the commotion was, yet she was not prepared for what her eyes saw.
"MY KITCHEN!"
If you believed that the Son matriarch was going to have one of her fainting spells, you are sadly mistaken. All she saw was red as she looked all around the kitchen. When she glanced back at the offenders, she began to sob and wail all at once. She couldn't even yell anymore. All the stress over the years has finally been catching up to her. "My kitchen..." she choked out, falling to her knees in despair. Goten and Goku quickly felt guilty and went to comfort their princess.
"Mommy, we're sorry!" Goten cried, his tears steadily dripping down his face. He was scared for his life, but also scared because he had never seen his mother cry like this before.
"Yeah, Cheech really! We'll help clean it up! We promise." Goku adds, attempting to make his wife feel better. Every time he messes up the kitchen like this, he always helps clean it up. Why would he stop?
"NO YOU WILL NOT!" The former Ox-Princess all but screamed at them. Both were taken aback at her sudden change in mood, even though they should be used to these outbursts and moodiness by now. "But Chichi-"
"Get OUT!" Chichi's fists were balled up and she was trembling from rage.
"But Chi, let me explain!" Goku pleaded once more. This was probably the second or third time she has ordered him to get out of the house. "No, outside now! Both of you!"
Gohan was not ready for what he saw when he ran into the kitchen. He had been outside practicing some katas while he waited for his father and little brother to finish with their snack. He knew it would become a disaster, but this...
This was outrageous!
"What in the world! What happened?" he asked, glancing at the rest of his family which consisted of: A sobbing, raging mother, a guilty father, and a crying little brother.
"Your brother and your father wrecked the kitchen! That's what happened! Where were you anyways, Gohan!?" Her rage was coming toward him before she calmed down. Gohan let a quick sigh of relief. 'Not today, thank Dende.'
"I can't take this anymore, I need a vacation" Chichi sighs and covers her face with her dainty hands before crying again. She needed a good time away from her family. This stress is breaking her down by the minute.
"We're going on a vacation?" The forever clueless Goku happily restated, not catching the word "I". His eldest child face palmed and rolled his eyes at his fathers oblivious behavior. May Kami, er... uh, Dende, bless his soul.
"No, I AM." Chichi screeched, wanting to smack her husband with the infamous Frying Pan. Unfortunately, (or fortunately, however you look at it) it was nowhere to be seen. Goku's cheerful face turned into a confused expression. "What do you mean?"
You could practically see the steam flowing out of Chichi's ears. "I need a vacation from you, the boys, and housework!" she stomps out the kitchen forcefully. Unbeknownst to the matriarch, her furious stomping left several dents in the kitchen floor, adding more problems to the disaster sight of a kitchen. Goku, Gohan, and Goten stared after her, sweat dropping silently.
"..."
"...What?" Goku asked again, scratching his head confusedly.