Newest Chapter is here! Sorry it took a bit longer than usual, but I'm eyeing some of my other fics, trying to decide which one to publish next and it's an annoying process :D

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-Really? How could you even think I owned this or anything to do with it?-

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The following week was one of the hardest Goku could remember. Even after fighting numerous enemies in battles that even resulted in his death, not knowing how he was going to support his family scared him.

He was short tempered as well, snapping at Langa when she tried to talk to him, so much so that she ended up in tears by the third day.

He felt so horrible for making her cry that he had to get out of the house. He couldn't handle seeing her, knowing that he had lashed out at her in anger. He took off, not sure where he was going or what he was going to do, hoping that maybe he could think of something that would fix their problems.

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Galanga sighed as she walked to her kitchen that evening, intent on getting dinner started. Goku had been gone all day, ever since that morning when they had gotten into an argument.

She started gathering everything she needed, her body going on auto pilot as she wondered where he could have gone to.

Not like she should care, though, after the way he talked to her….

She felt her eyes sting at the thought, angrily brushing away the tears that wanted to fall. She knew he was stressed out, and could understand him being angry, but it was getting worse every day. All she had done was ask him if they had enough left for her to get a capsule car. She had went to West City with Bulma and Videl in one and had enjoyed it so much that she wanted her own.

But he had went off, asking her how she thought they had enough for that when Gohan just told them a few days before that they were almost broke.

"He was just here, Langa! Didn't you pay attention to anything he said?" he asked her incredulously. When she stayed silent, he had walked over, boxing her in against the kitchen counter with his arms, glaring down at her.

"If we're almost broke, how can we have the money for that?" he asked quietly, barely suppressed rage behind his calm voice.

Galanga spoke before she thought, "I can ask Mother for the mone-"

He slammed a fist down onto the counter next to them, breaking the edge off from it, making her jump in wide-eyed disbelief.

"We are not asking your parents for anything!" he yelled, making her cover her ears and hide her face. She couldn't hold back the sob that bubbled forth, and when he heard her, he dropped his hands, taking a step back in horror.

"Oh Kami….. Langa, please – I'm sorry…. I just- "he broke off as her cries became harder. He laid his shaking hands on her shoulders, making her jump at the contact. As she continued to cry, he felt like his heart was being ripped in two. Leaning down to kiss her head, he let her go and left, using IT, leaving her there, alone.

Which was what made her the maddest.

After what he had done, he should have stayed with her! At least long enough for her to calm down!

She glared down at the food she was cooking, wishing she wasn't as hungry as she was or she would just throw it out and let him come home to no dinner.

If he even came home at all.

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Goku had every intention of going home, but not until he figured out what to do. He didn't want to take his anger out on her, and the only way to solve that, was to solve their money issue.

The idea hit him like a ton of bricks as he flew towards the ocean, restraining form smacking himself in the head for not thinking of it before.

Changing directions, he headed for Capsule Corp, hoping he could find what he needed there.

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"You know, I could just loan you the money, Goku." Bulma said, smiling sympathetically towards her oldest friend. He shook his head, staring at her resolutely.

"No, I don't want a loan. I – I need to take care of my family, Bulma….. I never did that when the boys were younger; I just relied on The Ox King taking care of them and Chi-Chi. I look back now and I know it was wrong, but at the time, it seemed like the only option… With all the enemies coming to earth and needing to train, it was all I saw. Now though," he broke off, hanging his head, "Now just the thought of taking loans or anything else makes me feel ashamed, like I can't provide for my family. Galanga doesn't get it; she's still arguing with me about asking Totoma and Olave for more." He sighed, his hands coming up to scrub his face tiredly.

"I love her so much, but she's – she's just so young and it's like she just doesn't understand the situation we're in! She keeps thinking someone is just going to swoop down and save us, but we have to save ourselves this time…"

He sighed heavily, looking up at her.

"That's why I need to find some kind of job. I don't really care what it is, as long as I can make enough to take care of them." He said, his voice full of hope.

Bulma smiled, but inside, her mind was reeling.

"Why not try entering some tournaments?"

Gou shook his head, "It wouldn't be fair, Bulma… I'd feel like I was cheating."

Again, she hid her shock at his words.

This just wasn't Goku…. Not the Goku she knew – or rather, thought she knew, anyways…. But, maybe, just maybe, he had finally started to understand how hard it was to be, well, an adult.

She loved him dearly. He was the brother she had never had, but he made her so mad sometimes, especially when his sons were growing up. He was always carefree and never once thought about how they would make it, leaving it to Chi-Chi to –

She stopped.

That had to be it then.

No Chi-Chi meant that he was able to think on his own for once, or rather, he had to now. Maybe if she had laid off when they were together, he might have done something before now instead of letting her take control of every part of his life.

She broke out of her thoughts, a smile coming to her lips.

"I think I know just where to look, Goku! Give me a sec!"

She opened her browser on her computer, going to their company site, heading straight for job openings. After a few minutes of surfing the site, she looked up from her computer, a bright smile on her face.

"How about working at one of our loading docks? The pays great and so are the benefits! Its nine to five during the week, with weekends off. And, you'll be able to do some heavy lifting, so it will kinda be like training!" she exclaimed, her grin infectious. Goku smiled, leaning over the desk to look the application over.

"That's great! When can I start?"

Bulma bit her lip as she typed, filling out the paperwork for him. She added herself as a reference, plus added her name at the top of the e-mail, ensuring that it went to the top of the pile. She wasn't about to tell Goku, knowing that he would complain about the special treatment, but she felt that she owed it to him after all the times he saved her butt when they were younger.

Sure enough, her inbox pinged a few moments later, letting her know that his application had been reviewed and accepted. She smirked at the screen, sending another email telling the supervisor that he would be showing up the next day.

"You need to be there in the morning, a little before nine so they can walk you through everything." She said, grinning over at him.

He jumped up, giving a joyful whoop as he grabbed her up in a tight hug, cutting off her air supply.

"Go…ku…" she wheezed out, hitting him on the back, but he didn't even notice. He released her, letting her fall back into her chair.

"I gotta tell Langa!" he exclaimed, running out the door, before running back in and hugging her again, but not as rough this time.

"Thanks again Bulma!" he said, making her burst out laughing.

"You're welcome!"

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He IT'd straight to their house, popping into the living room.

Which was empty.

He felt for her KI, and followed it to the kitchen, where she sat at the table, picking at her dinner. He felt some of his happiness leave him as he looked at her, their argument from earlier coming to his mind.

"Langa?"

Her head shot up and he felt guilt stab at him once more when he saw her red-rimmed eyes.

"Where have you been?" she asked, looking back down at the table.

He came over and sat down in the chair across form her, reaching over and taking her hands in his.

"I went to see Bulma… she – she helped us with our problem," he said, grinning slightly. At her confused look, he explained.

"She found me a job, Langa! It pays good and I get benefits…" he stopped, scrunching a brow," I don't know what that means, but she said they were good too… But anyways, I start tomorrow! I only work during the week, so the weekends are free!" he told her, excitement lacing his voice.

Now, by this time, Galanga had already worked herself up. She had sat there all day, wondering if he was going to come home or not, worrying about him being mad at her, and still not understanding why he was so agitated.

She kinda jumped to conclusions before he could even explain everything.

"So what? You get to leave me here, every single day, all alone?" she asked, sniffling as tears started to fall down her cheeks. Goku looked at her in confusion, not sure how their conversation had gotten here.

"Well, yeah, I have to if I'm going to work…." He said, trailing off when she started crying.

"Well go ahead! Maybe while you're at it, you can find a better mate as well!" she screamed, getting up and slamming the chair under the table, knocking it to the floor. She grabbed her plate, throwing it into the sink, sending shards of glass flying.

"Langa? What are you talking about?" he asked, getting up and walking over to her, only to have her smack his hands away when he tried to touch her.

"Why won't you just let me fix this? I know Mother and Father would help us, Goku! Then you wouldn't – you could…" she trailed off, sobbing, leaning against the counter. Goku stood there bewildered, afraid to try and comfort her. He finally reached out and tilted her head up, looking down into her tear-filled eyes.

"What's the matter? I thought you would be happy?" he whispered, using his thumb to wipe the tears that ran down her face. She gave a shuddering breath, trying to calm her crying.

"You don't want me!" she wailed, making him shake his head in confusion.

"Why? Because I got a job?" he asked, baffled by her words.

"You – you left m-me here t-today! A-after our f-fight! And –and I don't k-know anything a-about money! You j-just w-want to g-get a-away f-from m-me!" she sobbed, not fighting when he grabbed her, pulling her to his chest.

"That's not it! I had to find a way to make money! For us and the twins! I made the mistake of setting back and not doing anything when Gohan was born and I don't want to do that again! I want to make sure you and our kids are taken care of, Langa. I'm not leaving you, I swear…." he leaned down, kissing her, finally getting her to calm down.

"And as far as you not knowing anything about money, well, you're not the only one," he said, chuckling, when they broke apart for air. "I'm probably going to have Gohan help me keep up with everything until we get the hang of it, just to be safe."

He picked her up, making her squeak in indignation, and carried her bridal style to the living room, setting down on their sofa with her in his lap.

"I still don't understand what's so wrong about asking my parents for help, though." She whispered, not really understanding why. Olave and Totoma had instilled in her that if you need help, you go to your family, that no problem was too big or too small. And for a problem like money, well, she didn't see why it was so bad for them to go and ask for help.

Goku sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with his free hand.

"You can't keep expecting them to take care of us." he finally said, looking up at her. "We are adults, Langa… There's no reason we can't take care of ourselves by now."

"But, they're not… not really…. Are they?" she asked him, leaning back, her brows contracting. "Is that why you've been so mad? Because you think they've been taking care of us?" she asked, trying to grasp what was bothering him the most.

He leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose before exhaling quietly.

"I feel like a failure, Langa…. I've never worked an actual job in my life. Chi-Chi's dad took care of her and the boys, Bulma gave me a place to live and everything I needed when Chi-Chi left me, and your parents' money supported us for the past year…. Besides fighting, there's nothing else I can look at and say I worked for that, or I bought that with money I earned….. I just want to be able to look at our kids and know that I did my best at giving them a good life."

He looked up at her at the end of his speech, seeing tears falling down her face. He pulled her against him, kissing the top of her head.

"Is it really that bad?" she whispered against his chest, making him chuckle.

"Yeah…. It's that bad, Langa. Or it was, but now that Bulma found me that job, it should start getting better." he smiled softly against her hair, as they both slipped into a comfortable silence, just holding one another.

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An overly excited Goku, and a slightly amused Galanga, woke early the next morning. With a lunch that could feed a small country capsuled and in his pocket, he kissed his mate and took off for the docking bay in West City.

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Goku was, and would always be, a simple man. He liked simple things in life as well; food, happiness, family, and since bonding with Galanga, sex. They were basic emotions and actions and he loved them. There was no thought involved; they were there and you just appreciated them.

Work, he had decided, was one of those things as well.

He had been nervous that there might be a lot of instructions for his job and that he might mess it up, but as soon as he arrived, he was met by a large, burly man with a massive mustache and a hard hat on, who squinted up at him, eyeing his muscular frame with a grin.

"Miss Briefs wasn't joking, was she?" he muttered before shaking himself and extending his hand.

"Foreman Jones," he introduced himself, "You must be Son Goku?"

When Goku nodded eagerly, he chuckled, leading him into the dock.

"Your job is pretty simple, Goku. You'll be loading and unloading the shipping containers, stacking the ones that you unload over there," he said, pointing to the large mountain of containers, where more were being added with cranes.

Goku eyed the crane, looking nervous.

"Do I have to use that?" he asked, pointing one out. Jones looked to where he motioned, his mustache twitching as he laughed.

"Well, I'm not sure how else you could get them up there, or off the ships…" he said, trailing off as Goku walked over, grabbing one of the containers that had been set near the pier, flying up and laying it atop the others.

The area round them went silent, every eye on Goku as he flew back down to Jones, whose mouth was hanging open.

"Can I do it like that? I've never used one of those before," he said, pointing at one of the cranes, "I might mess it up…"

Jones burst out laughing and slapped Goku on the back, hurting his hand. Wincing and shaking the abused extremity, he laughed again.

"You do it however you want Goku! Just get as many as you can before the days out!" he said, leaving the man to his job. He went straight to the little trailer that was their main office, walking in with a huge grin as he looked at the others that were there.

"We might just make our quota today, boys!"

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One thing that she enjoyed about Goku working was the fact that he came home all sweaty and hot.

While that would be a turn off for most, Galanga would go all gooey inside when he came home in the evenings, feeling girly for the first time in her life. But she couldn't help it. Resistance was futile, and she was more than willing to give herself over to it.

It did make for some really great sex, though.

Goku didn't know if it was because she was pregnant or what, but he wasn't complaining. He came home every day to dinner and his wife waiting on him, usually wearing nothing but an apron.

He came home Friday evening, his mind already thinking of what his mate was probably doing as she waited for him to arrive, but as he opened the front door, he was greeted with the sounds of her and Olave arguing, Totoma trying unsuccessfully to break them up.

"But to keep it from me, Galanga? Why must you be so self-centered? They are my grandchildren!" Olave shouted from around the large form of her mate, glaring at her daughter. Galanga had her arms crossed, her icy glare aimed at her mother.

"And they are MY children! I don't have to tell you or anyone else ANYTHING! It's mine and Goku's business! I'm so sick of you trying to take credit for every little thing! I can't even enjoy my own pregnancy without you trying to interfere!" Galanga exclaimed. "And I wasn't hiding it! We wanted to tell everyone together! My brothers have a right to know as well, and I wanted to –"

"Oh, so they deserve to know before me? I can't believe you could be this selfish!" Olave exclaimed, just as Goku came to stand next to his wife.

"How am I being selfish?"

Olave ignored the question, pulling out a white hanky from her sleeve and dabbing her eyes.

"I was so ashamed to admit that I didn't know when Mato told me! He asked me what I thought about you having twins and I was shocked that you hadn't said anything to me about it that I just gaped at him!" Olave said, shaking her head. Goku nodded contemplatively, looking over at Galanga and speaking for the first time.

"Then we're switching your doctor. He had no right telling her anything." He said, making Olave gasp loudly.

"What? But Mato has been -!"

"I don't care. He had no business telling you anything! She's right; it's was our place to tell anyone, not his, and I'm going to make sure that she has another doctor for her pregnancy!"

Olave glared at her son-in-law, but when he didn't back down, she lowered her head, sniffling slightly.

"A-alright... I'll just inform Mato –"

"No thanks. I'll do it myself when we go to Bulma's tomorrow for her party." Goku said, not buying her tears.

Sure enough, she aimed another glare his way, grabbing her handbag from the sofa and stalked to the door.

"Totoma, I'll be waiting outside!" she announced, going out and slamming it back shut.

Goku turned his gaze to the old general, who smiled apologetically.

"For what it's worth, Mato meant no harm, Goku… He assumed Galanga had told her and brought it up." he looked over at his daughter, who was still standing there defensively.

"I'm so happy for you my dear. It does this old heart good knowing that I'll soon have grandbabies to spoil and love." He said, smiling at her. She gave a strangled cry and rushed to him, throwing herself into his open arms and hugging him tightly.

"I wanted to wait until tomorrow to tell you both," she cried on his shoulder as he soothingly rubbed her back. "I wanted it to be a surprise, but she – she…." A sob choked off the rest of her words, making Totoma close his eyes in pain.

He was so tired of his little girl hurting.

Kissing her on the head, he handed her to Goku, giving the younger man a comforting pat on the back.

"I'll see you both tomorrow, and Langa dear," he added, making her look up at him, "I love you." He said, making her eyes widen. He smiled once more before heading out the door, leaving her to stare after him in shock.

"Langa?" Goku whispered, squeezing her hand and getting her to glance his way. "What is it?"

She blinked owlishly, looking back at the door.

"Father – he never says that... I mean, I know he loves me, but he stopped really saying it when I was a child…." She trailed off, tilting her head in thought.

Goku shook his head, smiling down at his little mate before pulling her towards the kitchen, hoping to cheer her up.

"So… where's your apron?"

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