I've been writing too much sad lately. Have some cute instead. (Also I love Chi-Chi SO MUCH you guys.)
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Summary: Chi-Chi needs a favour sometime in the next nine months.

"So Pa, I hate to ask you a favour, but I need one."

Gyumao blinked owlishly at her from over the rim of his teacup. Chi-Chi had always found that her father painted quite the funny picture - an enormous hulk of a man, rumored to have ties to gangs from back in the day, whose hobbies included baking tiny sweets and spoiling his grandson. "Sure, Chi-Chi; you know you can ask your pa for favours anytime. What do you need?"

"Well, it's a big favour, is all." Chi-Chi tapped a fingernail against the table. She'd asked him to do it once before, for pretty much the same reason as she needed him to do it again, but she still felt bad asking. Although, she reminded herself, the last time she'd asked him for this particular favour was six years ago. And he hadn't minded then. Why should he mind now? Especially since -

"Is everything okay?" Gyumao's face was the picture of concern. "Are you and Goku having financial troubles? Is the cafe in trouble? Did you have to fire that Maza girl? Is Gohan okay?"

"Pa, everything's fine." She reached out and patted his hand in comfort. "Don't worry about that; that stuff's all under control. The favour I need is..." Chi-Chi took a deep breath. Now or never, she supposed. "I need someone to take over the cafe for a few months, and I was hoping you could do it."

"Oh." The tension drained out of Gyumao's shoulders and he smiled at her. "Of course! No problem! Sure! Geez, with how hesitant you were being I thought something was wrong!"

She laughed. "No, Pa, everything's great! Couldn't be better!" Her stomach made a weird sound and she grimaced, laying a hand on her belly. Her stomach problems weren't going to get any better for a long time, she knew that, and she'd made her peace with it. It wasn't hard to, knowing what the end result was going to be. Chi-Chi took a slow, small sip of tea. Mint tea was good for nausea.

"So when do you need me to do this?" Gyumao had his phone out, no doubt with the calendar app open, stabbing at it with a meaty thumb. "Next week? I can be ready next week."

"Gosh, no!" She laughed. "Not for another six months or so!"

He beamed. "Well that's alright then! Six months from now, let's see, that's...around January or so...and for how long? Two months? Three?"

"Closer to three, I guess." She frowned. "I hope we can handle the loss of income for that long."

Gyumao put his phone down and took another drink. "So what's the occasion? You and Goku going on a trip?"

"For three months? I hardly think we could afford that!" Chi-Chi laughed. "I'm just glad I thought to ask you this early."

He nodded, eyes distant for a moment. "Right, when Gohan was born you were scrambling to find someone to run the place at the last minute." Gyumao laughed. "What a rush job that was, eh? I mean, I'm a damn good cook, but I don't know much about running a restaurant! And all I wanted to do for most of that time was check up on you and your...baby..."

Gyumao trailed off, blinking. Chi-Chi sat patiently, waiting. She'd put all the clues out for him, now he just had to notice.

He grabbed her tiny hand in both of his massive ones, looking down at her with wide eyes. "Are you having another baby?!"

She smiled in response and he burst into tears even as a grin split his face.