DISCLAIMER: I do not own a thing – Toriyama-sensei and TOEI do (ah, and Toyataro- cannot forget about him).
A/N#1: A scene without a plot, set in an alternative universe where everything is the same except Kibito and Shin didn't fuse with Potar earrings
A/N#2: one of my headcanons is that Goku listens to audiobooks during warm-up sessions/when training at home. He picked up the habit after one too many failed school interviews and it's the only way of training that ChiChi actually approves in her kitchen.
A/N#3: one of the headcanons I didn't know I needed until I saw it: Shin has NASTY SCARS –some are remnants of the two encounters with Boo, while few of them are resultants of his life-link with Beerus.
* Gość w dom, Bóg w dom is a Polish proverb, stating that the guest, no matter the reason and length of their stay, should be treated with utmost respect.
A GUEST IN THE HOUSE - GOD IN THE HOUSE!*
The young man couldn't be older than Gohan, he couldn't be. He couldn't be a delinquent either – he was short, scrawny and, despite his Mohawk-like haircut, very polite. He accepted the plate of fried rice with a faint, tired smile and ate it quietly. When got a dessert - asked for a cup of tea.
He gagged a little when took a sip of it, but tried to cover it up with a cough.
Ah, yes, her husband told her that this fella loved tea.
ChiChi sheepishly explained that they only had tea bags, yet still Goku barely had patience for 4-minute mark on the label.
They young man blushed, his shoulder slumped.
That was that.
ChiChi shrug her shoulders, then went back to her chores.
The audiobook that was quietly playing in the background, a recording of some ancient treatise about war. It was a sudden change of pace – from fighting for survival on desolate Earth to like-nothing-ever-happened with a soft murmur of a wish.
Surreal.
"hon'!" ChiChi quietly called her husband.
Suddenly the recording stopped and the man appeared at the doorframe.
"yea?"
"I prepped a guest room but-"
Goku glanced at the sofa on which, curled in the fetal position, slept the young man... no, an ancient god – ChiChi had to remind herself time and time again - the supreme Kai.
"I've got it!" the Saiya-jin picked the sleeping god of gods easily, like a veteran father.
"he doesn't look... godly." ChiChi sighed with concern "He has like... noodle arms"
"he is not some sort of... god of destruction-" Goku retorted, carefully navigating through the house. "he's not trained to fight"
"is there even a god like that?" ChiChi asked passing him on the stairs to open the guest room door.
"like what?"
Goku securely plopped the sleeping god onto the bed.
"you know... god of destruction?"
"honestly..." Goku sighed tiredly - It was one of those half-yawns only his wife witnessed "I have no idea"
Supreme Kai's clothing looked elaborate and hard to undress but ChiChi, a veteran mother of two, had no problems with sashes, belts, buttons and layering.
"I hope no-" ChiChi took a sharp, pained breath through her clenched teeth.
Goku glanced over her shoulder.
Shin's whole upper body was all covered in scars: burned tissue, thick uneven lines with ragged edges – some faded with time – slightly whiter than his purple skin, some still angrily red.
"I told you" Goku admitted as his spouse draped a blanket over the Kai "Shin's not a fighter"
