A/N: Well... wow! I never expected this many reviews for the first chapter and thank you so much for them! I'll try my best to keep this fic interesting and different and not to fall into stupid traps. I know this kind fic has been done many times before but I've wanted to make a fic like this since I started writing and I hope to make this different.
Disclaimer: No, this poor exam-exhausted student doesn't own Dbz. It belongs to Japanese dude named Akira Toriyama and Toei Animation Studios. I am just abusing his characters… HA HA!
Warning: Some painfully obvious, crude and bad innuendos at the end of this chappie…
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One Heart, One Mind
Chapter 2 – Not your Normal Breakfast in the Son Household
" Look, Mom! I caught a razortooth fish for breakfast! Can you please make sushi of it today, please, Mom? It's so big it'll be enough for lunch too!" Gohan cried out joyously at her when she stormed down the stairs in her spiteful fury towards the being living under her roof, in her husband's place. Inwardly cringing, ChiChi schooled her features into a motherly, loving smile of pride. She could almost sense Kakarott sitting in the kitchen stool, waiting for her to feed him. Arrogant bastard…
" Oh that's great Gohan, but aren't you exaggerating a bit?" she asked her son. " I know you have a habit of saying the fish is bigger than it really is."
Gohan looked little sheepish at that statement and ChiChi gulped, her throat thick as he for few seconds managed to look exactly like her sweet Goku while embarrassed. Shaking off his blush, Gohan grabbed her hand enthusiastically.
" C'mon, Mom! I'll show ya! It's true… this time!" and the small six-year-old practically hauled ChiChi into the kitchen with no effort at all. She struggled for all she was worth in his gentle grip. No, she didn't want to go to kitchen to see Kakarott and the fish! She needed to plan her actions so the monster in there would get the picture she hated him and absolutely didn't want him near her in any way!
" I'll show it to you, Gohan!" she reprimanded the black-haired half-breed for his word-lacking phrase, absentmindedly, her resolve steeling for the encounter, after realizing that her super strong little boy was going to unintentionally drag her there no matter what. She'd really have to talk to Gohan about the impoliteness of hauling his own mother around like this.
Practically flying into kitchen they came to screeching halt, Gohan giddy and giggling and ChiChi looking very sour. She promptly ignored the Saiyajin savage sitting on the table corner and eating apple of the fruit basket on the table and eyeing her with a smirk. The nerve of that man eating her food like that! She was about to huff her disapproval when she saw the giant fish on the kitchen floor.
" KYAAAH!" ChiChi exclaimed jumping back, stuttering. " Wh-whatta…WHATTA HELL IS THAT!" she shrieked and both the Saiyajin blooded men winced at the high pitch. The fish was blue and scaly and of course smelling like fishes usually do. But! It was nearly twice the size of the Saiyajin eating her apples. With glinting and sharp carnivore teeth and the fins were laden with deadly spikes, the empty silvery eyes staring at her frighteningly. That was not a fish: it's was an offspring of Loch Ness monster and Moby Dick!
" It's a fish and our breakfast, I believe, Chi," The Saiyajin said lazily, eyes glinting with humour and amusement of her antics.
" Yeah! I caught it with my bare hands!" Gohan said proudly, puffing up a bit. ChiChi, however, did not like it one damn bit. The day already seemed doomed and ruined in all possible way and her anger bubbled to the surface, directed at her supposed husband, his heritage, her own inability to resist him and the truth he had cruelly told in the morning, which she knew was very true to many extents.
" WHAT! YOU SENT OUR LITTLE BOY FOR A SWIM INTO A POND FULL OF MONSTERS WHILE ALL YOU WERE THINKING WAS FUCKING MY BRAINS OUT. HE COULD OF DIED THERE AND YOU---YOU---AARFG!" To this point, ChiChi had marched over him, yanked him off the table corner and shaking him violently from the collar of his gi, screaming into his face.
" Uhm… I just told our son to choose the breakfast and he chose the damn fish, not me," Kakarotto pointed out calmly, marvelling the beauty of her face at so close range. Gohan had wisely inched little away from the scene unfolding in front of his wide eyes and wondered big the hospital bill was going to be when they'd tell her about Androids upcoming in three years and they needed to train, he included.
" Actually Mom… I had really hard time catching it because they kept swimming away in panic from me…" Gohan chirped mildly to placate her temper.
" What?!"
" Haha! Atta boy! We'll make a decent Saiyajin warrior our of you yet!" Kakarott smirked almost sinisterly. Gohan clearly perked up at the praise, looking happy to receive it. ChiChi on the other hand…
" NO, I WON'T ALLOW IT, GOKU!" She yelled out of habit, trying to shake some sense into him.
" Kakarott!" He said sharply, almost scowling.
" Goku!" ChiChi insisted persistently, glaring with all the might her black hues allowed her.
" I told you the name's Kakarott, Chi!" he bellowed in near rage, clasping her wrists in his large, calloused hands and easily wrenching them off of his gi, dislodging her grip on the fabric. "Is that so fucking hard to understand!?"
ChiChi made protesting noises in her throat as the places changed, now the savage Saiyajin being in control of the situation. Gohan's eyes widened in worry and suspicion. Hell, this would be the last time he ever brought a fish for breakfast if it was going to invoke such a rage in both of his dear parents. And his father wasn't quite acting like his normal self. Goku rarely yelled back at ChiChi and manhandling he r like that surely wasn't part of his mannerism. Actually manhandling anything expect in a serious fight on purpose was not in the nature of Son Goku. Until now.
Goku's teeth were bared into threatening snarl as he held ChiChi close by her wrists who was glaring death and all the bad things in the world back at him. They stood frozen like that for minutes and Gohan was beginning to get very nervous. And extremely hungry on top of that and his parents, especially the one who fed him in the mornings, were looking like they were sort of... lost somewhere. Gohan decided to break the moment for his stomach's sake.
" Umm… Mommy, Daddy?"
" What, Gohan/brat!" they yelled simultaneously.
"Can we have our breakfast now? I'm starving!" he whined pleadingly and ChiChi gasped. How could she forget to cook her child a breakfast? She knew Gohan's appetite and how famished he was in the mornings. What kind of a mother she was!?
" Oh my god! Just sec dear! I'll whip you up the most delicious breakfast in ages! Just a moment!" she babbled and the glared at the man still holding her hands in a death grip. He was, surprisingly, smiling quite charmingly. " Finally breakfast! What are you going to make, Chi?! Sushi?" He asked enthusiastically and ChiChi blinked.
" G-goku…?" she said hopefully. His eyes were warm and deep like her precious husbands and the excitement at the prospect of food was all too familiar for her.
The Saiyajin male frowned darkly. " The name's Kakarotto, woman!" He corrected now pissed off! Couldn't his mate realize that Son Goku was no more? He was fundamentally the same person with the same soul, his original mind and personality just had been restored.
" Damn…" ChiChi whispered hatefully. So much for the ice cold shoulder, she chided herself.
" I gotta make breakfast…" she mumbled and Kakarott let go of her. ChiChi bustled around the kitchen preparing food while Kakarott and Gohan sat around the table, fidgeting in anticipation of her delicious cuisine. The aroma of her home cooking began wafting around the house as she was nearly done and the half-breed and full-blood were nearly salivating.
ChiChi's scowl though was enough to make them sit quietly and wait patiently for her culinary morning meal but ChiChi felt Kakarott's eyes never leaving her, burning gaze sweeping up and down her figure appreciating every of curve of her body. She seethed in silent rage at the unwanted stare as his hungry, in other way than one, eyes on scoped her figure. Great! This was just what she needed… a savage beats lusting after her princess ass! Suddenly her eyes brightened with the idea that struck her so hard it almost made her scream and jump in joy!
Humming, she fixed the portions on the counter, instead of serving the food to table as always, rising eyebrows of the wild haired males in her kitchen. She sat down on her seat and gave Gohan his mouth-watering food and served her own plate, leaving Kakarott without and began eating. Gohan didn't dare to ask why his sire wasn't getting any and quickly dug into his food in fear of someone certain else eating it. Saiyajins are very paranoid when it comes to their food being threatened.
" ChiChi, whatta hell?" Kakarott questioned angrily and met pair of very devious and smug eyes.
" Oh Kakarott… you can't be hungry now… you already had morning meal and a big night snack earlier…" she explained sweetly, her grin getting wider each passing syllable. Kakarott could gape in shock. The little bitch dared to…?!
" I don't know what you're meaning, Chi!" he bellowed belligerently, eyeing her suspiciously.
" Oh I know you do know what I mean…" she smiled like a Chesire cat. " Now it's just the principle of choosing between, hmm, certain meals. You can't have both. I recall you already eating something at night and in the morning…" she remarked bitingly and Kakarott flushed slightly. He settled for glaring at her as he noticed that ChiChi really prepared food only to feed Gohan and herself.
" You bitch…" he cursed and ChiChi shook her pointer finger chidingly. Gohan's eyes widened and he almost chocked on his food at the word, but was ignored. He had spent some time with Bulma and Kuririn in the spaceship and they had a talent of getting on each others nerves occasionally so insult hurled between them were not foreign to Gohan. He wondered just what kind of game his parents were playing, but decided he didn't want to know since it seemed to revolve dangerously close to adult things Gohan didn't want to know.
" Now now dear, you're being a bad example of greed. Nightly snack or day food?" She smirked almost evilly and despite the situation Kakarott felt a twitch in his groin. Could a woman get anymore arousing? He growled lightly and watched her red lips curved sweetly into a smirk that made him want to spank her into obedience. ChiChi on the other hand was triumphing inside! She had just gotten herself out of having sex with him!
Haha! Take that, Saiyajin!
Kakarott took a deep breath and gathered his lost composure. If the woman wanted to play the game like this, he's better not disappoint her, now should he? The victory's light shining out of her black eyes was really grating on his nerves and he smirked back at her confidently. He'd show ChiChi what he was made of! He was a Saiyajin warrior and did not tolerate someone denying him one of the Saiyajins three great Fs ( Food, Fucking and Fighting in case you didn't know… n.n) though he had to take lesser of two evils.
" I think I'll keep my nightly snacks… they're just so much more… fulfilling." He declared and watched ChiChi's face drop in shock, her jaw going slack. He snickered to himself. His old personality probably would have picked food over sex, but then again maybe not.
" So, in that case are you ready for early evening meal?" he said huskily, knowing he had won this round. ChiChi let out a yell of frustration and ate her food in sour silence. Gohan concentrated solely on his food, praying when he were old enough to understand the lying undercurrents of this conversation, he'd have long forgotten about it.
ChiChi grit her teeth as Kakarott eyed her quite amorously, leaning on his hand and watching her. This probably couldn't get any worse, ChiChi concluded, hating every inch of her changed husband's sex drive.
Abruptly the door banged open and an eight feet tall, pointy-eared, antenna-headed and green skinned monster alien marched in with a scowl!
" Son! Whatta heck is taking so long! We were supposed to start training the little brat six in the morning and it's fucking already eight! Get your gear moving or do I have to move in so I can kick your lazy asses of the bed in time?! Or do you want the Androids, damned pieces of junk metal, to blow your happy little house to fucking Venus?!" Piccolo ranted and bellowed quite forcibly.
" Oh sure you can move in!" Kakarotto almost chirped and Gohan cheered. ChiChi had gone pale at sight of the demon lord and twitched. " Oh dear Lord why me…?!"
And she fainted on the spot.
" Piccolo! Look what you did, damnit!
" What! Your fault not getting your monkey ass out of bed in time!"
" Hey, I resent that! And don't call me a fucking monkey, you stupid plant!
" Plant? I'll show you plants you---"
And a mini war ensued in the cozy and peaceful kitchen of the Son household.
Hoo-boy…Gohan sighed and doubted his life ever would be the same again. The cursing in his family had increased overnight almost 100 percent, his father and mentor weren't getting along as they did on Namekusei and his mother lay fainted on the floor while Piccolo and Kakarott proceeded to bitchslap the life out of each other.
Maybe he should just ignore everything around him and go change into his gi, in a gullible belief that Piccolo and his father were only having a friendly warm-up spar. And Gohan did exactly that after removing his mother from the danger zone to the living room couch.
It was going to be long three years, indeed.
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A/N: Okkie doukkie! The chapter will be better! While writing this I really felt a need to write something crazy and here we are! I apologize for this, but no can do! Next chappie: TRAINING WITH KAKAROTT! Gohan and Piccolo experience the personality change to full extent, while ChiChi--- wait! What the hell is she thinking?!
See ya! You might get another update out me today too! PS. If I make Kakarott too Vegeta-like, tell me 'cause I really wanna keep him as Goku/Kakarott, not create another prince of Saiyajins!
