Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonballz…but I wish I did.
Chapter Four
The digital faced alarm clock went off at precisely 5:45, Chichi awoke and lay in bed dreading the day ahead. She was slow to get out of bed and the down comforters pulled her back into their warm clutches but breakfast had to be made and an old fling had to be seen.
Chichi entered the kitchen and made in all: twenty pieces of toast, four bowls of cereal, one dozen eggs (scrambled) and one very big cinnamon roll. She was always amazed at how much her son could eat but, she remembered when Goku used to take her out. He ate mountains…she was always embarrassed but always amused at the same time. Chichi gave her head a shake and pushed those thoughts out of her head as she walked to Gohan's room and opened the doo.
"Wake up sweetie… rise and shine," she said as she turned on the lights and pulled on his cover a bit.
"Mmmmmm….Not yet…ugghhh…" Gohan said as he covered his head with a pillow.
"I already made breakfast….If you're too late you'll miss it." Chichi said as Gohan raced out of bed down the hall and into the kitchen.
"It's delicious Mom, "Gohan said as he shoveled bite after bite into his mouth, "Thanks…"
Chichi smiled in the bedroom, "At least someone's happy this morning," she said as she noticed, for the first time, some of Gohan's posters were of Goku.
"I guess he did end up making it big…" Chichi said staring at the orange and blue posters, "The ass."She turned and walked out of the room.
After Gohan was done gorging himself and dressed she ushered him out the door and off to his bus stop. As they were walking down the sidewalk, Chichi had changed into sweatpants and a sweatshirt, a large black limousine sped past them almost hitting Chichi.
"WATCH IT BUD!!!" Chichi yelled and shook her fist at, not wanting to flip the bird right next to her son, "I SWEAR NEXT TIME I'LL…."
"Mom, stop…thanks Videl's dad's car….she's one of my friends," Gohan looked sheepish, "Kinda…"
Chichi looked down at her son and she saw a blush forming across his cheeks and nose.
'Oh, just a friend…hmmmm. My little boy's all grown up" Chichi sighed an looked at him, "If you want to have her over I'd love to meet your friend"
"Mom, she's not really…well I think we are, but who knows really…maybe," He said, his blush disappearing, "I'm not very popular…"
"Oh, Gohan, popularity isn't everything…." Chichi smiled, "When I was your age I…well, I was pretty popular, but I wish I wasn't…believe me."
The large yellow and black bus pulled up and Gohan walked on and waved to his mom from his seat, Chichi waved back.
Her walk back to her apartment was perfectly uneventful as she trudged down the street and up the stairs. The off-white walls had no calming effect as her anxiety grew, every second was a second closer to him.
She finally reached her floor and began walking towards her door when a large flower collection came into view. Rights outside her door, in a white tinted vase, was a bouquet of daisies. She looked at the small card attached to the arrangement read Thanks…GokuShe wondered if he remembered if daisies were her favorite or…"Lucky guess…" she said out loud. She brought the flowers inside and threw them in the trash can by her door vase and all.
She walked to her room and started looking through her clothes, wondering what she should wear. She pulled out some skirts and jeans then some dresses and tops then trying them on one by one. Then she saw herself in the mirror, Chichi Mao at 8:00 am, trying on clothes for a man she loathed. She asked herself why. Then put away all of her clothes and pulled out the black stained sweatpants and red sweatshirt she had worn to the bus stop. Why not? Pulling them on and tying her hair into a ponytail she looked at herself, "Ugghhh….Perfect"
After eating her own breakfast of yogurt and an apple she was her bathroom brushing her teeth and then the buzzer rang.
"God, of course now…" she spit out her toothpaste and quickly rinsed out her mouth and wiped her face off.
"Who is it…?" Chichi asked through the intercom system.
"Who d'ya think Chichi, It's me your boss and BFF." Bulma's voiced sounded throughout the apartment.
"Huh…Why are you here now…" Chichi asked.
"To get you …we're goin' on a shopping spree, at my expense of course…" Bulma rattled on, "Be down here and presentable in ten minutes or less." Bulma ordered.
"Fine…whatever. Chichi said and rushed back to the bathroom pulling on a pair of jeans, but keeping the sweatshirt on in protest. She washed her face quickly and ran a brush through her hair before putting it back up in a ponytail, this time with some strands of hair loose by her ears.
She grabbed her purse as she pushed the door to the stairs open, and began her descent into a shopaholic's dream. Bulma was waiting outside dressed in a strapless black knee length dress tied at the waist with a pink ribbon that matched her stilettos and her large, pink, Prada purse at her side. Her head band was also pink and her hair hung down to her shoulders, her face was perfect. Makeup done so that no one would ever know …she was Bulma Briefs she had a reputation. Her black company limousine was parked right beside her.
"Hey, Bulma…don't you look nice" Chichi said smiling at her friend.
"Hurry up and get in the car…We need to hurry it almost nine, that gives us three hours….of course you could be fashionably late but…" Bulma talked to herself as the chauffer opened the door.
"Bulma…what's going on…I want to know…" Chichi said eyes beginning to narrow, sometimes it was a hassle to be friends with Bulma Briefs.
"I'm going to get you an outfit for your lunch dear…to thank you for doing this…It'll be great …we'll go shopping then get facials next thing you know it'll be time for you big date…which you won't screw up." Bulma finished eying Chichi.
"I can't promise anything…" Chichi said getting into the limo.
"Oh, I don't mean if he's inappropriate or something but dear please try to be civil to him…" Bulma said getting in beside her, "Main Street please, I want to go to Juu's please.
The limo started to move and Chichi rolled her eyes as Bulma took out her cell phone and called up no other than Eighteen herself. The top model and fashion expert extrodinaire, ruthless in her business and always perfect in her clothes. Chichi did need some new outfits and she could change at the before lunch, this was an amazing opportunity….Chichi smiled as Bulma spoke loudly on her cell.
Chichi looked out the window as Bulma babbled about some designer or another she watched all the building go past and the many cars and saw another limo pull up beside Bulma's. The window rolled down and inside she saw a very attractive man, white hair and a purple business shirt on. He didn't seem that old, maybe he grayed earlier in life than most. He winked at her, she blushed…he looked familiar.
"OH MY GOD, that's Freeza Cold. The head of Icejin Incorporated, he's our biggest competitor and Goku's too…. In fact in rumor has it that they're going to face off some time soon, in some kind of showdown…It'll be great for business if Goku wins, since he'll be our spokesperson." Bulma said hands clapping excitedly.
"Huh," Chichi said eyeing the gentleman through the tinted glass.
The rest of the ride was uneventful, the two reached the clothes shop Juu's at 9:35 and Bulma raced in hugging Eighteen and giving her the euro-kiss greeting.
"Darling, how have you been…I heard you just got back from Europe…" Bulma began.
The models icy blue eyes caught sight of Chichi.
"Is this your friend…the one with man troubles," the blonde said staring at Chichi, "How could she not, with that outfit."
"Hey, I know I look bad…It was on purpose…" Chichi said frowning a bit.
"I would hope so…" Eighteen trailed off walking to the back of the store, "I think I have the perfect dress, not to formal but still a sense of elegance…he'll never leave you alone."
"I want him to leave me alone…" Chichi retorted.
"Oh, Chichi don't say that…what kind of girl doesn't want a guy following her around like a puppy?" Bulma asked as her cell went off, her ringtone was "Barbie Girl."
""Just take a look." Eighteen said holding a white halter top summer dress. The top wasn't extremely low cut but it was fitted and the draped from her hips beautifully. It was layered with a red so when she walked it seemed to float along. Bulma began to giggle as Chichi realized Yamcha had called.
"It is gorgeous…" chichi said after she had put it on, who could've said no to that dress or that blue-eyed glare.
"Oh, babycakes I'm a Juu's …Yeah the clothing store….No I'm busy until noon….oh, yes…see you then…kisses." Bulma squealed.
"I guess I'll get it …but I don't want to wear it today…Bulma are you listening…"She turned and saw Bulma at the register paying with her visa.
"Whatever, Chichi. We have a facial appointment to keep. I invited Eighteen here to come along.
"My brother owns the place so I thought I drop by." The model said grabbing a pair of sunglasses before the trio left the store.
The spa was two blacks away and they walked, gaining some stares from the men they passed. They made it into the spa and were greeted by the black haired owner. Her ushered them into the salon.
Chichi sat in the well padded chair for an hour while a number of stylists massaged poked, prodded, and plucked at her face.
"Oh God….If you are at all merciful you will make this stop…"Chichi said in between facial creams.
"You're almost done girl…just hang in there while Seventeen finishes your hair and face.
"Please God…please…" Chichi said as a staightener and a blush brush were aimed right at her face.
Thank you so much for reading this. I know I haven't updated in a while but I've gotten really busy with school, so if you want more story then pray to any gods or goddesses (I don't discriminate) you can for more snowdays because that's when most of this stuff gets written. I will write as much as possible in my freetime but I do get busy so please bear with me.
Thanks again for reading this
-Filsama