Daughter Of A Hero
Three Years And Counting
Around one month had passed since Goku had returned home from his adventures in space, and during that period, a sense of normality had finally settled upon the Son household - something that the Son matron had revelled in. However, even though times were peaceful at that present moment in time, one could not forget the threat that was the androids, looming on the horizon.
Gonyhe and Gohan were quick to settle into a routine. In the mornings they would get up and study until lunch. After lunch they would go out and train with their father and Piccolo until dinner, followed by a bath and then back to bed to start the day all over again. The only variation in their routine was on Sundays, where they did no training at all. That was a day of family bonding time, something Chichi insisted on!
It was safe to say the twins had become noticeably stronger thanks to the harsh training sessions their mentor and father had put them through. Not only physically, but mentally as well, however, it was also safe to say that Gonyhe's attention span, or lack of, had not improved in the slightest. This was a fact that infuriated Gohan, who, in order to form a basic mental shield had to almost give himself an aneurism. Whereas Gonyhe could concentrate half-heartedly and throw up an extremely strong shield and when she did concentrate, she threw up a shield so impenetrable that even Piccolo could not break through.
It was mind-boggling, and infuriating to Piccolo.
Although, admittedly, Gonyhe did revel in the fact that she could out-do her brother at something.
There was no forgetting the terms of the agreement on which the twins had been allowed to train on - no matter how hard Goku tried. Chichi had not forgotten that her husband, and their Namekian houseguest had agreed to take driving lessons. Or, more precisely, Goku had been forced to take driving lessons and was dragging Piccolo along for the ride because he didn't want to go it alone.
Today that day was upon them, or D-day as Gonyhe had fondly nicknamed it. The day was on a Sunday, something Chichi had deliberately arranged so that her husband could not whine and attempt to weasel his way out of it by saying that they should be training for the androids - they didn't train on Sundays anyways.
So as it stood, he had no excuse as to why he couldn't go.
Even the puppy-dog look didn't look, something that previously never failed.
Goku was baffled.
" … And don't come back until you have your license!"
The door was slammed shut so close to Goku's face that he could feel the air hit his face in a giant whoooosh. He gulped, lowering the finger he was holding up in protest and turned around, heading down the front garden for a safer place to take off. He clocked the shadow in next to the tree's and grinned, gesturing for his companion for the day to come out and join him.
When Piccolo walked into the sunlight, Goku couldn't help but laugh.
There was the proud Piccolo, who was never seen wearing anything bar his gi, white cape and turban, garbed in earthling clothing - a pair of blue denim jeans with a yellow and purple long sleeved t-shirt, yellow socks and purple shoes. The outfit was topped off with a blue, white and red baseball cap, which was turned to the back, to help disguise his pointy ears,
"HAHAHAHAHA! Oh Piccolo, where did you get that outfit? HAHAHAHAHA!" Goku laughed.
"Your wife got it out of your closet." Piccolo said in a stoic voice, turning his head slightly to reveal to Goku the name which was on the front of the baseball cap - Goku.
At once, Goku was silenced, instead choosing this time as a good time to launch himself into the air. His strangely dressed Namekian friend joining him moments later. Thankfully, nothing else was said about the two men's choice of attire.
Even though it was a Sunday and supposed to be a day of rest for the Son family, Chichi saw this as a perfect opportunity to catch up on her children's studies, as she had no other plans for the day. So, as it stood both Gohan and Gonyhe were up in their rooms, each partaking in a different type of study.
Gohan was sitting at his desk, slaving over a high school level, mathematics booklet while Gonyhe was standing in the corner, slaving behind an ironing board and a pile of rags bigger than herself.
Yet another one of her mothers ingenious ideas to make her more ladylike and appealing to a suitor - teach her how to iron clothes properly.
Gonyhe sighed in defeat as the smell of burning assaulted her sensitive nostrils. Scrunching up her nose slightly, she lifted to iron, grimacing as she realised that she had burned through yet another rag which she was supposed to iron. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed it into an ever-growing pile of ruined rags. So far, she had only managed to successfully carry out her task on two of the rags.
It was safe to say Gonyhe was growing increasingly frustrated and her brothers soft sniggering weren't helping matters.
Ever since her fathers dramatic return to the planet, Gonyhe had started to act more ladylike - much to her mothers joy. After over a year of arguing with her mother about her posture, actions, manners, her choice of attire and her hairstyle, Gonyhe eventually grew tired of all the arguing and compromised with her mother.
The young girl had agreed to grow her hair out and now it just reached the small of her back. Now that it was longer, it was not as wild as it once had been when she had been fighting on Namek. A number of bangs fell over her forehead, forming a sort of fringe. There was still some spikes of hair on the top of her head which would never be tamed -no matter how many hair products Chichi tried-. There was a cows lick at the back right of her head, followed by the same three stubborn spikes on the left hand side of her head which still refused to lay down to the laws of gravity. Although now because of the length of her hair, the spikes weren't as bad and sometimes, depending on the way Gonyhe styled her hair, they would fall into place and blend in with the rest of her long hair. The tips of her hair, which just tickled the bottom of her back, flicked inwards in a resemblance to the wild hairstyle which her hair used to be like when it was short.
It was safe to say that her mother was rather pleased by the way her daughter had allowed her hair to grow and was enjoying all the ways which she could style her hair every morning. Today, Gonyhe's hair was piled up into two buns. One on each side of her head. Although Gohan found his sisters current hairstyle amusing to say the least, he would never admit it in fear of his sisters legendary temper and the bodily harm it would undoubtedly bring him.
Also, a deal had been struck that unless Gonyhe was training or fighting in an actual battle, she could not wear a training gi. That rule also applied to Gohan. Chichi had tried to make the rule a household thing, but after numerous battles with her husband and even Piccolo on their choice of attire, she had reluctantly given up and instead put all her effort into making her two children follow the rule. As such, Gonyhe was garbed in baggy white pants and over the top of that was a short sleeved purple kimono with a darker shade of purple obi tied around her waist. The kimono was slit up the side of her legs to allow for better movement. On her feet were dark purple slip on shoes.
Whistling innocently, Gonyhe formed an energy ball in her hand, a gleam appearing in her eye as she held it over the offending household appliance. Just as she was about to end it's short lived life, the door to the twin's bedroom opened and in stepped Chichi, forcing Gonyhe to hastily extinguish her ki ball.
The Son matrons eyes narrowed suspiciously in her daughters direction as she caught sight of the fake innocent look on her face.
Still staring at the girl, she placed the plate laded with juice and crackers down on the bedside table, then placed both her hands on her hips. She beamed at her studious son, but her smile slipped from her face upon seeing the disaster that was her daughters workload for the day.
"Augh!" She groaned, face palming. She turned to her son. "Good work Gohan. I've left some snacks on the table, that should keep you two going for a while, at least until your father gets back."
With another affectionate smile she exited the room, leaving the two demi-Saiyans in companionable silence to eat their snack.
"Hmm, wonder how dad and Piccolo are getting on." Gohan contemplated, taking a break from studying as he lay on his bed, arms behind his head and staring at the ceiling.
Gonyhe, who was hanging upside, half on/half off her bed, shrugged. "We could go see?"
"But mum would blow a fuse, again."
"She's not here right now…"
"I don't know."
"Oh come on!" Gonyhe grinned, propelling herself off her bed so she flipped in midair and landed on her feet in an upright position. "Really when you think about it, we're not doing anything wrong. Sundays are our days off anyways, so we really shouldn't be in here. We're supposed to be spending Sundays with dad, and if we go see how their doing, technically we will be with dad so we're only doing what mamma insisted we do."
"Well … ok!" Gohan agreed, giving into his sisters persuasive charms.
Pretty soon, once again by aid of using the window as a conveniently placed exit, they were on their way to see how their father and beloved mentor were faring in their driving test.
"This isn't …"
"Good." Gohan finished off, staring open mouthed at the driving track below him.
The twins were hovering in the air, staring down at the place where they could feel their mentor and father's ki's. Over the past half an hour, the two ki's had been increasing steadily, more out of excitement than anything else as far as the two children could read. And now they could see why.
"Are they … racing each other?" Gohan gaped.
A rush of wind from down below caused Gohan and Gonyhe's hair to whip backwards, and their eyes to widen even further.
"That would be a yes …"
Piccolo and Goku were easily going around ninety miles an hour. There was smoke emanating from the ground behind them as they tore their way around the track. Not that the duo seemed to care as their competitiveness took hold.
The passengers in their car, who were so obviously their supposed driving instructors were having different reactions. Piccolo had a blonde haired women, who had a slight resemble to Mrs. Briefs. The woman seemed to have a scary love for speed as she was encouraging Piccolo to go even faster - although the car was already at it's maximum speed!
In Goku's car, there was a small, old man. His shriveled up skin made him resemble a prune in some ways and that was reflected in the way he wanted Goku to drive. The older man kept shouting obscenities at the Saiyan, all of them trying to persuade him to slow down. However that was not to be the case and the elderly man eventually settled for sliding down in his seat and turning a rather worrying shade of green.
"Wow." Gonyhe grimaced.
"Yeah, they're not getting their license."
An explosion rocked the driving school below, causing Gohan and Gonyhe to turn to each other and gulp before turning their attention back down toward the driving school. It was rather worrying that it came as no surprise to them that in the middle of the driving lesson, the two had eventually collided in their cars, causing the two cars to then blow up.
However, as Goku and Piccolo were two super-powered aliens who had taken harder hits than a car blowing up in their lifetimes, they wouldn't have been too injured by the explosion - the very human passengers in the car would have though. Luckily, the two had acted on instinct and leapt out of the car, taking their driving instructors with them so no lives were lost.
The old man who was Goku's driving instructor had lost all colour in his face and turned a rather worrying shade of white before promptly passing out in Goku's arms. The younger, blonde woman who was Piccolo's driving instructor, was currently slung over Piccolo's shoulder like a sack of potatoes and was clapping excitedly.
A large sweat drop rolled down the back of Piccolo's head as he none-too-gently deposited the squealing blonde onto the tarmac, all the while shooting her a comically disgusted look. The blonde looked up with wide eyes and then began to scamper toward the safety of the building.
"Humans." He muttered distastefully.
"Aw Piccolo." Goku laughed.
Up in the sky, still unnoticed by their father and mentor, Gohan and Gonyhe nodded to each other before dropping downwards from the sky and landing lightly on their feet. The slight tapping made by their feet connecting with the concrete caused Goku and Piccolo to whirl round and fix them with a look of surprise.
"When did you two get here?" Goku asked with a laugh, scratching the nape of his neck in a very familiar gesture.
"About half an hour ago." Gonyhe chuckled.
Gohan joined in the laughter, pointing to the wreckage on the road with a slight grimace. "You two were too busy racing each other to even notice!"
Goku and Piccolo shot each other a slightly sheepish grin. Though, not out of guilt, mainly because they would probably be forced to pay for the damages to the two cars and because of the large bill, Chichi would literally explode with anger. This was something Piccolo wasn't sure his poor Namekian ears could take. He had only been living at the Son household for a month, but was positive he had lost at least ten percent of his hearing as a result of Chichi's infernal screeching.
"Momma's going to kill you." Gonyhe said bluntly, noting with satisfaction how Goku's face paled a few shades.
It was at that point that the previously unconscious driving instructor took this time to regain consciousness. After turning another worrying shade of green, he leaned over and emptied the remaining contents of his stomach onto the tarmac and stood up on shaky legs.
" !" He fumed, taking one step toward them whilst pointing an accusing finger. "You failed your driving test! And you will never pass as long as I'm alive!"
Piccolo raised an eyebrow ridge in response before turning his back on the insane old man.
Goku's mouth fell open. "Please sir! You can't fail me! My wife will kill me! She said I'm not allowed back in the house if I don't get my driving license … I mean I don't mind living outside but then she wouldn't cook for me, and Chichi's cooking is the best! She makes these pork dumplings and there so goooood …."
"GOKU!"
"Sorry … but please, you've got to pass me. Please, Please, Please?"
"NO!" The driving instructor screamed, causing the veins on his face to protrude outwards from his skin.
An idea flashed suddenly to Gonyhe's mind. She coughed slightly, gaining everybody's attention as they turned to stare at her. The driving instructor doing a double take as he wondered where on earth the two children had come from.
"Sir, don't mean to butt in and be rude, but you do know that if you don't give my daddy his license, he'll just keep coming back and retrying over and over and over again. Surely you don't want that?" Gonyhe fluttered her eyelashes innocently.
Gohan, quickly catching onto the plan, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I mean, he'll be back here at least once a week. Are you sure you can deal with this every week?"
The two children watched with childish delight as all healthy colour drained from the elderly mans face as he began to run through what the children had said in his mind. He began to sway on the spot, the very idea of having to spend copious amounts of time with this man almost too much to bear.
He whined pathetically. "Here, you can have your drivers license. Here take it!"
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a stack of forums, signing the required parts for Goku to obtain his license. Hastily he threw them into Goku's outstretched hands and pointed in the direction of the building at the end of the track. "Go! Go! Give them all into the staff behind the desk and they'll give you a license! Just stay away from me please!"
"OH boy! thank you!" Goku grinned jovially, slapping the frail instructor enthusiastically on the back. Unfortunately, Goku forgot just how weak humans were and his action caused his instructor to go skidding along the tarmac. When he stopped, he looked up at Goku with a fearful expression.
"Whoops?" He offered, hand behind head in a familiar pose. "Guess I better go get my license. See you later! Thanks for everything!"
Goku leapt into the air, much to the horror of the instructor and flew over to the large building which was the only thing standing in his way of getting a license - and being allowed back into his house by his overemotional wife.
"He .. He … he can fly?" The instructor demanded. "Then why in Kami's name does he need a license?"
Piccolo shrugged, disinterested. "His wife is a neurotic train wreck. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she was the devil incarnate."
The demon king junior himself, flashed the terrified instructor a fanged smile before lifting off into the air. He hovered above it for a few moments then inclined his head slightly toward his young students. In response, his aforementioned students began to hover above the ground themselves.
Upon seeing this action, the instructor almost wet himself from fear. Just what were these strange people?
"See you later mister!" Gohan grinned politely, waving off his father's instructor before blasting off toward him.
"Yeah, laters." Gonyhe grunted, turning her back to the instructor and beginning to ascend further into the sky.
When Gonyhe had her back turned, the instructor caught sight of something unusual, something you wouldn't expect to see on a young girl and especially wouldn't expect to see sticking out of the back of a kimono - a tail?
Between green men, flying people and children with tails it was no surprise that the instructor fainted with shock
"Aw mum do we have to?" Gonyhe whined, looking up at her mother with pleading eyes.
"Yes Gonyhe. No arguing. Bulma has invited us all for dinner and a small gathering at Capsule Corp. So we are going. It will be good to catch up with everybody since we haven't seen them in six months and besides, the only time we all seem to meet up is when the world is in danger. It'll be good to not be celebrating that the world didn't blow up!"
"But momma, the world is in danger and we need to train to stop it blowing up."
"Gonyhe the world wont end because you took a day off from training, now hurry up. Your father has ran the bath outside and your clothes are laying out on your bed. Hop to it miss!"
Sighing in defeat, Gonyhe trudged outside to begin getting ready.
"You all look amazing." Chichi beamed proudly, oblivious to the uncomfortable look in her family's face as they stood in their assortment of suits and dresses. Rummaging in the drawer closest to the backdoor, she pulled out a camera and tossed it toward the Namek in the corner, who was doing his best to blend in with the shadows.
Thankfully, Piccolo's fighters reflexes allowed him to catch the camera with practised ease.
"The big button Piccolo. Take a picture, please?"
With a rather flustered look, Piccolo approached the family who had began to group together in readiness for the picture.
Chichi had really gone all out with dressing up her family. Gohan suspected it was something more to do with the fact that she liked dressing up her family in fancy attire rather than the actual dress code of the party. Though, he would never admit it for fear of an unwanted meeting with the deadly frying pan which his mother always seemed to carry somewhere on her person.
What was it with him fearing the girls in his life?
Like before, Gohan was garbed in brown suit trousers, white and brown pinstriped shirt, brown tie and brown shoes. Goku was dressed in an outfit similar to his son, only he had to endure wearing the matching suit jacket.
Gonyhe's attire had been changed. Now that Chichi and Gonyhe had reached a compromise, Chichi was enjoying her new found freedom in dressing her only daughter up in girly clothes. Gonyhe's hair was pinned up into a mass of curls atop her head, designed to help combat the spikiness of her hair. She wore a white, red spotted party dress with matching red bow in her hair. On her feet were frilly socks which went up to mid shin as well as her shiny red dolly shoes.
Thankfully though, for all present, the young girl wasn't in the mood for arguments about her outfit. She barely held in a shriek of surprise when her father hoisted her up onto one of his shoulders. Grinning slightly, she patted down the many layers of her dress. She looked down as her father wrapped one arm around her mothers waist, drawing her closer to his body while the other sat proudly atop his sons head.
"Ready?" Piccolo asked rather awkwardly.
With an affirmative nod, he pressed the capture button. The small family all smiling in genuine joy. The looming threat of the androids seemed like a million miles away.
Chichi pressed the doorbell to the Capsule Corp. house, the sound echoing all the way through the large, impressive house.
"Goku stop fidgeting!" Chichi snapped, elbowing her husband sharply in the ribs but only succeeding in injuring herself in the process.
"Sorry Chi, but this suit is just so itchy. It's only Bulma, she wouldn't mind if we came in our gi's." Goku protested vigorously. However, his protests died in his throat as he caught sight of his wife's heated glare out of the corner of his eye. Instantly, he quietened, shooting his two children a sympathetic look as they were also looking rather uncomfortable in their formal gear.
"Goku I swear sometimes …" Chichi was cut off as the door swung open to reveal Bulma, looking elegant in a floor length red dress.
"Chichi! Goku!" She cried, laughing as she embraced them both in welcome and inviting them into the house.
"Gohan, Gonyhe! How've you been kids?" Bulma greeted, ushering the family of four into the house. Social gatherings were not Piccolo's thing so he had chosen to sit this party out and had taken to the woods to do some meditation.
"We've been good! "Gohan replied enthusiastically.
"Yeah!" Gonyhe couldn't help but join in with the jovial mood. "Training hard!"
Bulma pursed her lips. "Oh that's good. But tonight there will be no mention of these androids do you hear me? None what so ever! Now go, third door on the left, everybody's already here."
"Hey Bulma, where's Vegeta?" Goku asked innocently.
"Ooooooh that man! Don't even get me started, he can go jump off the nearest cliff for all I care. He is so infuriating! All he does is train, eat sleep - in that order. And he's such a jerk! Always calling me names and blowing up the gravity room that I fix for him every single time! I cant get any peace and quiet without him in my face demanding to know why I'm not working on the newest modification for the gravity room! Urrgghh! Goku, why did I ever agree to let him stay?" She growled as they entered into the room where the gathering was taking place.
A large sweat-drop rolled down the back of Goku's head. It had been hard enough to imagine how the boy from the future actually came to be when he had revealed his true heritage all those months ago. Now, by the way Bulma was venting about her Saiyan houseguest it looked like they would never get together.
What would that mean for Trunks if Vegeta and Bulma never got it together in this time? Would he just cease to exist?
A stab of terror hit him hard in the gut as he whirled round in search of his little daughter. His little daughter, the one who wasn't supposed to even exist. Briefly, Goku wondered if he should go consult Kami about it all. Although when he had first found out he was eager to sweep the revelation under the carpet, now he was beginning to worry. After all, how could somebody exist in one timeline and not in another?
However, his terror soon subsided as he caught sight of her, chattering away to Tien and Chaioutzui. A familiar power in the corner caused his frown to turn up at the corners slightly.
"… ( so you decided to come after all? ) …" Goku aimed his line of thought at the Namek who was once again hiding in the shadows.
"… ( Humph. After that look your wife gave me when I said I wasn't going, I figured it would be better to show face rather than loose an arm or the like in the middle of the night from that harpy you like to call a wife's fury. ) …"
It was an attempt at a joke, both parties knew that. One, because Piccolo didn't actually sleep and two, because Chichi wouldn't be that ruthless. Well, then again … Goku shook his head, dispelling the thoughts. They both knew the real reason why Piccolo had accompanied them to the get together and it had nothing to do with Chichi, and everything to do with her children.
A soft smile tugged at the corners of Piccolo's lips as Gohan's innocent laugh rang out. His eyes quickly cast over toward Gonyhe, who was still chattering away to the three-headed human and his doll-like companion.
Although protective of his two young protégées, Piccolo had admittedly become even worse in the past few months, especially around Gonyhe after the revelation that she wasn't supposed to exist. Unbeknownst to Goku, Piccolo had actually swallowed his pride and approached Kami, demanding an answer to his worries.
As it turned out, Kami was as stumped as he and Goku were and now Kami and Mister Popo were spending their time trudging through archives that went back as far as the planet itself to try and find a logical reason to their conundrum.
As of yet, there were none.
"Dinner time everybody!"
"Oh boy."
At once a chorus of Saiyan stomachs rumbled their appreciation for the announcement of meal time. There was a mixed reaction within the select group as the Saiyan and his two Halfling children raced toward the buffet table. Wisely, everybody decided to stay back in fear of loosing a limb as the three piled as much food as possible on their plates and began to carefully carry it back to the table.
Piccolo looked absolutely disgusted. No matter how many times he bore witness to the Saiyan's eating habits, he still couldn't get over how atrocious it was to watch. Chichi mirrored the same look as her green skinned houseguest, although, her look was bordering more along the lines of relieved. That was that she didn't have to cook for three ravenous Saiyans. She could put up with the embarrassment, for one night.
It was around fifteen minutes or so later when everybody had filled their plates and was sitting around the large dinning table, chatting innocently to their friends that the room suddenly fell quiet.
Gohan's keen sixth sense easily disguised Vegeta. It was hard to miss. His presence could be akin to the only light bulb in a dark room. He was hard to miss and because of that mysterious allure that hung about him, he was hard not to stare at either. Something which eighty percent of the room found themselves doing, much to the Saiyan's Princes displeasure.
Raising a haughty nose in the air, he approached the buffet table, gathering up his food and taking a seat at the table, the only available left in all of the table. All eyes followed him, even Gonyhe found her eyes straying from her food to him as he took up the only seat available - right next to Bulma.
He shot the quietened fighters a dangerous look and instantly the noise restarted again, though mostly it was due to the fact that they didn't want to suffer the wrath of the madman situated no more than a few seats away from them.
"What are you doing here?" Bulma hissed lowly to her alien houseguest.
A smug smile. "You invited me."
Furious grinding of her teeth. "I revoked that offer."
A lopsided smirk. "I never got the message. Are you really going to throw me out now? Or should I say try to throw me out only to make a fool of yourself in front of these imbeciles you call friends?"
Bulma's voice lowered dangerously. "Vegeta!"
The Saiyan Prince pushed his nose straight into Bulma's face. "Or are you going to get that pansy scarred human to throw me out. If he can as much as scratch me, I'd be impressed."
In a show of defiance, Bulma matched Vegeta's move. The two would only have to tilt their heads slightly and they would be kissing, something which Yamcha immediately picked up on. "Vegeta! I've had just about enough of you! This is a special night for me and I don't want you ruining it, you hear me?"
"Humph."
Unbeknownst to Bulma, the full table was listening in on their conversation. Two of whom were sharing knowing looks with each other.
When everybody had finished their meal, minus Goku who was still eating like food was going out of fashion, Bulma tapped her wine glass, gaining the attention of everybody in the room - plus a few glares from the ones with sensitive hearing. She stood up and pulled the scar-faced human at her side up with her, clasping his hand gently.
Clearing her throat, Bulma stared around the room. "Guys, the reason we called you here tonight wasn't just for a get together as such, Yamcha and I have an announcement to make. As you know, we've been dating since we were very young and recently Yamcha proposed to me and I said yes. We're getting married."
The room fell into a deathly silence. It took a moment for the news to sink in and when it did, a few things happened. Out of sheer surprise, the bone which Goku had been gnawing on became lodged in his throat and he began coughing wildly, beating his chest in a gorilla style fashion to try and dislodge the item that was blocking his windpipe.
Still in a shocked silence, Gonyhe didn't even look away from Bulma as she wound her hand behind her father and thumped him, hard between the shoulder blades. The offending bone shot out of Goku's mouth, hitting the wall opposite with a thud and leaving Goku taking in gasping breathes of air. However, nobody took any notice as they still stared at Bulma and Yamcha - the latter looking like he'd rather be anywhere other than where he was standing at that precise moment.
"Well?" Bulma prompted.
Chichi was the first to react. She jumped up and stretched across the table, hugging her friend. "Oh Bulma that's wonderful news!"
"Yeah Bulma! Congrats you two."
"Way to make an honest women of her."
"Took you long enough bro."
However, Goku couldn't wrap his head around the idea. Not that he didn't think Yamcha was a good man, he was after all one of his best friends, it was just that it was supposed to be Bulma and Vegeta. He had seen the product of the two's unlikely coupling first hand - a strong, loyal boy who any father would be proud of. How could it just not happen? Would that mean Trunks wouldn't exist now because his mother was marrying the wrong man?
"No! This isn't right!" Goku announced, catching the attention of everybody in the room.
"What isn't right Goku?" Bulma blinked.
Piccolo's eyes widened upon seeing where this conversation was leading. Who did that naïve kid think he was doing, trusting Goku was such a big secret like that? It was a well known fact that Son couldn't hold the most minute of secrets never mind something as big and life changing as this.
So, ever the hero, Piccolo did the only thing he could in a situation like that. Before Son Goku could even utter another syllable, Piccolo threw his hand out and along with it an energy blast. The ball of ki cut through the air, all those with the coveted ability to sense ki twisted round to watch as the blast struck Goku square on the back of the head. From the sudden shock, Goku's head was forced forward, landing in his plate of rice and sending it spraying in several different directions.
The flying grains of food splattered all over Gonyhe and Chichi who were unfortunate enough to be sitting either side of him. Added to that, they also flew across the table to hit Krillin atop his bald head. Carnage ensued as Chichi began to screech at the top of her lungs, followed by Bulma shouting on her robots to clean up the mess. Krillin was complaining loudly and attempting to wipe the rice off his head whilst Tien was sniggering slightly and Master Roshi was in full blown laughter. Gonyhe was standing up, wiping the remnants of food off of her party dress whilst Gohan resembled a deer caught in the headlights.
Vegeta chose this distraction to slip away from the party unnoticed. However, if one were to look at the place he was sitting, the wine glass he was drinking out of, which was in one full piece before Bulma's announcement, now lay crushed upon the tabletop - the only evidence that the proud man was once there.
Goku peeled his face out from his dinner, the gathered group of fighters watching with sickening fascination as the food dripped steadily from Goku's face. Chichi was still screaming in her husbands ear, but years of living with Chichi had forced him to learn how to block her out quite effectively. However, he could not block out the voices in his head.
" … ( Son! What the hell do you think you're playing at? ) …"
Goku blinked at the intrusion in his mind. " … ( That was you? ) …"
" … ( Yes, fancy explaining why you almost gave the secret away? ) …"
" … ( It's supposed to be Vegeta and Bulma, not Yamcha and Bulma. ) … "
" … ( You would do well to remember that this is not an exact copy of the original timeline, this is a divergence. Some things have already changed, perhaps this is the course this timeline is supposed to take ) …"
Goku slammed down the mental barriers in his head, causing Piccolo to twitch slightly from his place in the shadows.
The chaos was beginning to die down. Chichi had eventually stopped her screeching, realising pretty quickly that her rather moronic husband wasn't listening and all she was doing was wasting her voice. Krillin had cleaned himself off, as had Gonyhe. The little robots had gathered up the plates and spilled food and were making their way to the kitchen.
Then, suddenly an explosion rocked the Capsule Corp. compound sending the robots careering into the wall. The walls and floors started to quiver and the smell of smoke began to fill the room. As a support beam crumbled away from the initial structure and began to fall, Goku grabbed his small wife and shielded her with his body. Master Roshi and Oolong dove under the table. Krillin grabbed Pu'ar and made a shield with his body as the small cat screamed loudly. Yamcha likewise with his shrieking fiancé.
"Gohan, Gonyhe!" Goku ordered above the din.
Nodding to their father, Gohan and Gonyhe, barely effected at all by the tremors leapt into action, catching the support beam as it fell halfway. They lowered it to the ground slowly so that it didn't kill anyone as it fell.
When the chaos had stopped, Chichi was the first to peek up from her husbands broad chest.
"What was that?" She demanded.
A/N: Ok, before I start getting reviews about Yamcha and Bulma, remember it's a story, it's not finished, therefore do not flame me.
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