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Goku sat on the couch, deep into his 5th bowl of noodles on a beautiful morning. The Real Housewives of Satan City played in the background. Goku noticed that Chi-Chi developed some deep attachment and interest to reality shows when he died. The shows always confused him. There was always lots of yelling, crying, and drama. Cell would have been perfect for this show, he thought as he continued to inhale his food.

"Oh wow, what a backstabbing bitch," his wife hollered as she reentered the room with his next bowl of ramen and her bag of Skinny Miss Popcorn.

"What…" muffled Goku with a mouth full of food.

"Oh, not you, Mr. Satan's ex-wife. I swear that Paimon is a raging hussy! This is why I told Gohan to never leave me and that woman alone in the same room… and to think they let her watch Pan just for her storyline… ugh! Did I miss anything good? I should check the group chat."

"Chi, you know I don't know the tea, girl," Goku laughed as he pointed his finger in his wife's face with each word he said.

"Oh, Goku...what?"

"Ehh hee hee! That's all they ever say on this show. YOUR HOME IS A RENTAL! YOUR HUSBAND IS BROKE!" Goku mocked as he put on a serious face while playfully holding Chi-Chi's glass of red wine, flinging it around as he spoke.

Chi-Chi blinked as she took the time to process her husband impersonating a housewife. She let out a deep, belly laugh as he continued to mock her treasured show. Since he came back, Goku had been making an effort to spend more quality time with her. She felt that they knew each other more now than before he was gone. She hoped that would never change.

"Oh Goku, you are just in a silly goofy mood today, aren't you?", she asked as she opened her popcorn.

"My goodness, what is that smell? Chi…", Goku scoffed as he inhaled the scent of healthy food

"Oh, it's this new popcorn I saw at the supermarket today! Would you like some?"

"Uhhh...Ummm… I'll pass. Besides, I don't want no skinny, healthy food. Neither should you!"

"Now, Goku!"

"Now, girl…"

"Okay, I am never watching my housewives with you again if you are just going to mock them, mister!"

"I'm just saying Chi, you don't need to do this diet thing. You are perfect to me."

Chi-Chi rolled her eyes as she paused her show and got up from the couch. After the adrenaline of buying new clothes wore off, Chi-Chi could not help but to notice the change of letters on the tags of her clothes. She spent the past few days eating salads, skipping bread and sugars, and even went as far as asking Goku to spar with her.

She was not sure if it was just her change in dress size, or Bulma texting her pics of her possible evil twin to the group chat. She pulled her phone out of her pocket to view the last photo Bulma sent her and 18. Skinny legend spotted at 12 o'clock. I think the bitch thinks that she lives here now. Someone tell Whis to pick her up! Chi-Chi sighed as she texted back her long-time friends. Yeah, not my problem, love. You are a genius, you need to figure it out. 18 instantly texted back with a message that read What in the actual hell...life must stay weird when you marry a Sayian. Her phone continued to sound off with Bulma and 18 exchanging alien memes back and forth. Chi-Chi put her phone on silent mode; this was the best thing her sons taught her. She just got hip to TV shows a few years ago and could not keep up with memes and internet culture just yet.

Chi-Chi was always secure and confident in who she was. It took this random woman who stole her entire face to pull her from her center. She sighed as she walked into their bedroom and plopped herself down on her bed and mindlessly read the nutrient label on the bag of popcorn. A loud tap on the window brought her out of her trance as she yelped in shock. Her husband suddenly darted into the room.

"Chi-Chi- don't get mad at me for leaving, but I think I sense Whis here. I have not had proper sparring since I met up with Vegeta and the boys… no offense," Goku pleaded shyly as he looked for his gi. He wondered why his wife did not protest until he saw her pointing at the window.

"Pardon me," Whis shouted from beyond the glass, "but I would like to speak with Mrs. Son in private if that is alright with you, Goku. We will save our training for another day."

*-.-.-.-*

"What Kakarot? I already got your text. What the hell do you want," Vegeta groaned into the phone. "Well of course I can sense Whis here you idiot and I am going to ask him to train...WHAT? What do you mean he only came to talk with your wife. Have you gone mad, Kakarot?" Vegeta scoffed as he hung up and replied NO to Goku's request to spar today via text. He would rather watch paint dry in the rain than deal with his longtime rival today. He had been on edge all week. He had a sick, cranky wife, an unwanted spawn of Kakarot being annoying with his bothersome son, and a clone of Kakarot's wife asking him 20 questions a day. To top it all off, the little princess managed to get all her nanny staff to quit over the past few days leaving Vegeta on full-time daddy duty. She was a fussy little brat that demanded food and attention to be happy. Plus she had taken the liberty to bite every nanny with the few little teeth she had, sending one to the hospital. He had no energy to deal with the gentle brute today. Hnn.. should tell the woman to just put the brat in a nursery pod. I stayed in one for 3 years and I turned out just fine.

Vegeta made his way to the training room ready to blow off some steam. Unfortunately, he walked in on two young weirdos sparing in front of a cell phone. What the fuck he thought as he rolled his eyes. "Hey dad, want to be in our reCAP?" his son eagerly asked.

"Out now" Vegeta growled as he gave the boys a death glare

"Come on dad, Goten and I are celebrating 8 million follo-

"I said out, boy"

"Geez, no need to be rude, dude. Come on Goten."

The boys scattered into the long corridor finally leaving Vegeta alone- well alone with a baby monitor. He then stared at the cursed radio device as he let out a deep sigh. The sound of silence echoed in the room letting him know he could get some training in. He immediately channeled his God form, aiming to perfect some things he learned on planet Yardrat. He was trying to master a special technique that required the spirit to remain still at the risk of inflicting internal damage to the physical body. Vegeta managed to put the stress of being a full-time father, husband, and hero behind him as he descended into a deep trance.

He submerged himself into peace as his mind waded in a pool of emptiness. He could feel a newfound energy building up inside him as he sat with his palms pressed firmly together. He felt the power creep up from his toes to his knees until a loud screeching came through the baby monitor. "Hey Trunks she bit me," the radio device screamed followed by the bloody shrieking of his youngest child.

All the power Vegeta felt inside him began to burn in his veins. Vegeta screamed as the power began to boil from within. He could feel the heat circulating through his organs like molten lava. He knew it would hurt, but not like this. Fighting it made it no better. Vegeta began to sweat as he collapsed to the ground, the power pulling him flush to the cold floor.

Minutes went by before Vegeta began to flutter his eyes open. He made out a slender figure that cradled over him in bright white light. The figure sang a soothing song as the white light danced all around them. "The one named Vegeta, King of the descendants of Elosia," the voice fluttered once the song was over.

"Wha… Cha-Cha… did you just- did you just heal me," Vegeta murmured as he came to.

"Planet Yardrat's call to the ancestors technique, yes?"

"How did you… what did you…"

"Forgive me, the one named Vegeta. One day I can show you a similar technique better suited for a Sayian."

"Hn… what are you talking about woman"

"I speak to what I can remember, the one named Vegeta. I promise to teach you a proper way if I am ever able to regain more of my memory. For now, you must rest."

*-.-.-.-*

Goku returned home late from work. The fields were almost ready for harvest, so there was much work to do. He quietly slipped into the warmth of his outdoor tub. Chi warmed it up for me, he thought as he slipped to the warm water. He let out a deep sigh as the heat released the tension from his aching muscles. He worked two full-time jobs- training while farming. He overdid it with both today.

He slipped out of the tub and dried off with a fuzzy white towel. He hummed to himself as he made his way towards his bedroom. Goku was eager to know what his wife and Whis discussed. At first, he hesitated when the angel asked him to leave his own home. Whis assured Goku that they would train together after the party at Bulma's tomorrow. Knowing his wife was in good hands, Goku set out to tend to the farm before he lost any more daylight.

He dressed in his nightclothes and slipped into his bed. His wife was already in a deep slumber. He kissed her on the forehead as he nuzzled closer to his soulmate. "Chi… wakeup," he cooed as he began to unbutton the front of her pajama top, "I just want to chat before bed." He watched his wife blink into consciousness and the bed suddenly grew cold. Chi-Chi swatted his hand away as she rolled over in one swift move. It was then that Goku noticed the tear stains on their bedsheets.

"Chi-Chi… talk to me. What's wrong," Goku asked in a hushed tone as he rubbed his wife's back. His words lingered in the silence. The warrior let out a deep sigh as he rolled over and gazed at his wife until he managed to find sleep. He was not sure what Whis said to his wife, but if she would not tell him, he would find a way to get Whis to spill all the tea tomorrow.

*-.-.-.-*

Vegeta sat in bed with his wife. His princess sat in his lap, eagerly teething on her father's calloused finger while Bulma was in bed sulking. She had been telling Vegeta that she did not feel well for days now. While he was concerned for her health, he also was annoyed with her lack of concern. He used his free hand to reach over to his wife's stomach to deeply press his palm into it. "What the fuck are you doing Vegeta, stop", she spat as she gave him a death glare.

"Hn, not pregnant again, good." Vegeta flatly said as he eyed his sick wife in confusion.

"No, your highness, my leaking uterus reminded me of that today."

"I see, well I guess we can cross that menopause phenomenon off the list as well."

"Excuse me?"

"Well, someone has to figure out what your issue is since you are choosing to lay in bed and sulk as opposed to seeking medical attention."

"I did seek medical attention, you pretentious jerk!"

"And…"

"I just have a virus", Bulma said in a hushed tone as she stood up from the bed and grabbed her daughter's teething ring, "Plus, I have a slew of NDAs and hush money to dish out on behalf of our pretty princess here."

"Woman, it's high time we put the child in a nursery pod before she is too old."

"Oh yeah, welcome to Earth Vegeta where we DON'T put our offspring in a sedative fluid for hours so we the parents can party, fight, and bull shit."

"Have some respect when you speak of the Saiyans, woman!"

Bulma gave him a sly smirk as she kissed her husband on the forehead and gave her daughter a bright pink teething toy. Bulma worked on new material all week that her daughter could gnaw on without doing any damage to her developing teeth or other people. She thought about giving one to Pan as she heard the little one had some more teeth coming in too.

Vegeta watched his wife exit the room. It was then he noticed her ki. It was super low but would spike up higher than it ever had every few milliseconds before dropping back low for a while. Vegeta sighed. That had to be the source of her feeling ill. How could he not notice before? He took in a deep sigh as he looked down at his precious baby girl. "Either you are about to be a big sister, or something weird is going on", he said in a warm tone as watched the girl attack the pink plastic toy with all her might.

So much weird stuff going on! What did Whis tell Chi-Chi? Is Bulma expecting another child? Find out on the next chapter of Dragon Ball Black & White!