Some people call it filler, some people call it character development. You decide.
Goku surveyed the room after Roshi left, trying to decide how to make room for a family gathering. There would be Chi-Chi, Gohan, Videl, Pan, Goten, whoever his wife was, and any other grandchildren he didn't know about. Plus, Krillin's family would probably want to stay due to boredom, which he wouldn't object to; if he needed to make a point, he was sure that his friend would step in for him. There wouldn't be much seating, but he was certain that the younger kids, if there were any, wouldn't want to stick around. He'd make room if they did.
He started redecorating by bringing the two stools from the bar and placing them in the middle of the room. Then he took the green sofa with Marron still laying on it and dragged it around, making the dozing blond yelp from surprise. He took the two arm chairs and placed them strategically in a circle with the rest of the seats, knocking the television off its stand to present yet another seating option. He stood back and examined his work, the tiny television now lying on its side. He glanced over towards the others, who were all shocked, and nodded as if to approve of himself. This would definitely present enough seating.
Chi-Chi blinked after rubbing her red eyes, asking in a tiny voice, "What are you doing, Goku?" She advanced towards the Saiyan, who had already headed into the kitchen. Her extended hand retracted as she saw his head poke out from around the wall, grinning.
"I'm just trying to do a little housekeeping before our guests get here," he explained, getting back to the kitchen. "I had to clear a little room for everybody to sit down; we have quite a few people coming, you know."
Chi-Chi only shook her head, glancing towards the vacant television stand. Then she looked at Krillin, who could only give her a shrug of his shoulders. Marron was asleep again on the sofa, but Eighteen had her lips pressed, as if to prevent certain words from flying out of her mouth. Finally, when Goku returned to the main room, Eighteen stepped forward threateningly. "Goku, whatever you're doing, you need to stop it. You're frightening all of us."
To her displeasure, Krillin said, "It's fine, Eighteen; it's not as if he's killing anybody. Actually, I think it's kind of funny..." His voice trailed away, however, as he received a glare from his wife, to which he gulped.
Goku smiled at this encouragement, wiping his hands on his pants after licking his fingers. "Thanks, Krillin. I'm just trying to make this the best get-together our family's ever had," he said, nodding to the shorter man. He resumed a seat on one of the bar stools in the middle of the room, patting the other and directing to Chi-Chi, "If you'll sit down and relax, I'll go get everybody. You need to sit and rest your feet."
Chi-Chi ignored him, turning away again. Her face reddened as he saw her determination to not give in, so he said, "Fine, fine. If you don't want to sit, I won't force you to. But I'm going to get the rest of the family." With those words, he stood up, getting one last sly smirk of approval from Krillin. Then he placed his fingers to his forehead and disappeared.
Chi-Chi watched the spot he vanished from, stepping tentatively towards it. She heaved a sigh, glancing towards Eighteen, who had her arms crossed coolly again. Marron was still blinking in surprise from Goku moving the sofa around, and Krillin only laughed, wondering exactly what his friend was getting himself into. This was certainly more excitement than he had seen in years, and he couldn't believe the old Turtle Hermit would miss out on it just to read his girly magazines.
Finally, Chi-Chi began moving around, eager to get the room back in order. She bent down to pick the television up when Goku popped back in the room, right behind her. She gasped, turning around to stare at him in shock as he laughed, "I just realized... I don't know where anybody lives anymore."
The whole room nearly fell over. "Goku," Chi-Chi pleaded, lifting the television in her hands and moving it back in its place, giving a an exhausted sigh afterward, "I'll call them and tell them to come over. It won't take long."
He only shook his head as she took the phone off of the wall, punching a few numbers in and holding it up to her ear. She glared at him as he knocked the television off the stand again, explaining, "We need the seating, Chi-Chi. There isn't enough room for everybody to sit down."
"They can stand," Chi-Chi said right before a familiar voice picked up. She began talking to Videl, laughing a lot as their conversation continued. She then hung up, calling Goten's house this time. His wife, Valese, picked up, and they began chattering away. Goku crossed his arms and took a seat on the television stand, which groaned under his weight until it broke, the wood splitting in half. Chi-Chi only watched in horror and, holding the phone away from her mouth, yelled, "Goku! This is exactly why we don't use television stands as seating!"
Goku only smiled, glad to get a reaction out of his ex-wife. Her screaming was a good sign, he noted as he stood up from the rubble, though he did feel bad for breaking Roshi's furniture. He would have to find some way to pay the Turtle Hermit back, but that was for another time. When Chi-Chi hung up on Valese, he pretended as if nothing had happened as he asked, excited, "So, what did they say?"
Chi-Chi rolled her eyes, her usual spirit peeking out of her now. With a hand on her hip, she informed the rest of the room, "They're coming as soon as possible. They're excited you're back, Goku, but really... Why don't you listen to me? I thought I told you to leave that stand alone! It's for televisions, not grown men, for Kami's sake!" She threw her hands up in the air for emphasis, and even as her voice rose, Goku laughed at her reaction. Even Krillin could see this as a good sign for the Saiyan, seeing as Chi-Chi was her happiest when she was making a fuss over nothing. The short man grinned, seeing the two fitting back together perfectly.
But Krillin had to bite those thoughts back, seeing as he actually did like Samuel Kahn as a man. He was honest, and he was a nice fellow. He may have enjoyed seeing Chi-Chi with Goku more, but that was for comedic purposes. As for everyday life, he wasn't so sure that Goku was an ideal husband; he just fought and ate all day. But Goku sure was a heck of a lot more enjoyable to be around; transporting the crippled Kahn from one part of town to the next proved to be too much of a hassle, and the doctors claimed that laughing too much might disrupt his internal apparatus, whatever that might have meant.
After scanning the room with her dark eyes, Chi-Chi held her shoulders back, making her way towards the kitchen. "I'm going to make this place presentable," she informed everybody. "I'm going to grab some cleaning supplies, but I'll be right back." However, as Goku had guessed, she didn't return right away. Instead, there was a low growl coming from the kitchen. "Goku..." Her head then peeked from around the corner as she asked, infuriated, "What happened to this place? It looks disgusting!"
Goku chuckled as Krillin eyed the two, confused. The men walked towards the kitchen, which Chi-Chi displayed with an extended arm. "What did you do, Goku?" she asked sharply, pointing towards certain aspects of the room. The cabinet doors were open, a squeezed can dripping red beans down its side and on to the clean counter. The refrigerator door was open, showing a lack of contents aside from a dinner plate that had once held the next day's ham. Two plastic milk jugs were laying on the floor, a puddle of milk forming at their mouths.
All Krillin could say, so astounded by this feat, was, "There goes lunch!"
Chi-Chi was already reaching for an apron hanging on the pantry door, ignoring Krillin's commentary to say, "Start cleaning your mess up, Mr. Saiyan! If you could do housework as well as you could save the world, we might have actually seen the floor in our kitchen! In fact," Chi-Chi continued, Goku grinning all the while, "if you could do housework as well as you eat, we could probably have had the whole house sparkling clean! But, no! You always had to be out and about, fighting with some stupid idiot who should have been working, just like you! My dad always told me to hang around people I wanted to be like, but I guess you just always wanted to amount to nothing. Gohan, on the other hand, well, I wanted him to be something! I told him to get an education, but you were always distracting him, trying to get him to fight! As for Goten, by then I just gave up; I'd learned that when you're fighting a fighter, you just can't win!" She emphasized this last phrase through her gritted teeth as she finished tying her apron. Then she heaved a sigh and handed him a dishrag, saying, "Now get to work before the others get here."
Goku continued to smile and stare at her, amazed, as she pushed the cloth into his open hand. He blinked a few times, darting his eyes towards Krillin for help. The moustachioed man was biting his lip to prevent laughter from spewing from his mouth, unable to contain his amusement. The strongest man on Earth was remembering what it was like to be dominated by a spouse, and she wasn't even his spouse anymore.
Trunks whipped through the air, his ponytail and Suno's scarf both trailing behind him, bouncing through the air. His eyes were shut as he focused on two goals. First, he wanted to get to Kami's Lookout. The sooner he could find Dende and wish his father back, the better. Secondly, he wanted to stop thinking about Yamcha, but thinking of this second goal in his mind was counterproductive. So he focused more and more on the first step, trying to hold onto his sanity. He needed his father's respect if he was going to come back, and he knew that his father held no respect for the insane Broly. He needed his father's respect, and losing his mind wouldn't achieve that.
He clenched his fists tightly, trying to speed up. He needed those Dragon Balls. He needed his father.