"You lied to me, Goku." she repeated in a confirmatory tone.

Maybe in any other marriage this would not be a big deal. But this was Goku they were talking about, he never lied. He may have fallen short in a lot of aspects of their marriage, but lying was never a problem.

"Chichi, I-" he began

But Chichi had had enough, she was sick and tired of the late nights at Capsule Corp., the constant "lost track of time" excuses, the "she's my best friend, don't overreact" ; she was sick of it, sick of it all.

"You know what, Goku? I don't even care." she said dismissively. She made a move to go upstairs, having long forgotten about tucking Goten in, but Goku grabbed her forearm.

"Chichi" he said almost pleadingly.

She turned towards him, "What, Goku? What do you want? For me to not be mad? For me to be okay with your behavior? Then fine, because it seems like no matter what I say to you, you'll never change. So do what you want. I don't care." she responded in a defeated tone.

He'd released her arm after she said that allowing her to go upstairs. At this point, Goku had lost his appetite. Instead, his hunger was replaced with guilt. He didn't know that him being at Capsule Corp. hurt Chichi, he just thought she was highly annoyed by it. Although, the thought to stop going over there never crossed his mind.

Goku begun packing away the containers he had removed from the fridge and make his way upstairs. It was going to be a looong night.

Chichi had tucked Goten in and made her way into she and Goku's bedroom to take a shower. She was removing her clothes when Goku walked in. Stripped down to her undergarments, she grabbed a towel and headed into the bathroom without a word.

Goku sighed. He didn't like having tension between him and his wife. There was always an uncomfortable, awkward silence between them that was hard to withstand. He just didn't understand why Chichi did not like Bulma. Was she jealous? Did she think he liked Bulma? No, that couldn't be it, even the thought of it sounded ridiculous.

He began taking off his shoes, the blue and orange attire being dumped into a nearby bin. He waited patiently on the edge of the bed for Chichi to finish her shower so that he could wash up before bed.

Thirty minutes had passed before Chichi finished her shower. She had never taken longer than fifteen minutes in the bathroom but her circumstances commanded her to do so. Her body ached, her head ached, her heart ached. She was drained and just wanted to feel the comfort of her bed immediately. She walked out of the bathroom and was surprised to see Goku sitting up, waiting.

The silence was awkward, uncomfortable, and tense. What was there to say?

She sat at her vanity, having already changed into her pajamas before leaving the bathroom, and began brushing her raven locs. Suddenly, Goku spoke up.

"Chichi?" he spoke softly.

There was a pregnant silence and when he realized she wasn't going to acknowledge his presence, he continued.

Goku sighed, "I'm sorry, Chi. I don't know what to say or what to do to make it up to you."

At that statement, Chichi stopped brushing her hair and turned around. "There's one thing you could do." her tone was suspicious, almost as if she was testing him.

"What?" he said a little too eager.

"The Space Training Camp. Don't go." she stated with finality.

"What?!" he said taken back, standing up from his place on the bed.

"Chichi, you gotta be joking." he laughed in disbelief and rubbed the back of his head instinctively. "There's no way I'm going to miss out on that opportunity."

Chichi sighed, "Fine." she stood from her vanity, walking over to her bed, ready to sleep. On the outside, Chichi looked as if she didn't care but it was a whole other story on the inside. She was angry, very angry, she wanted to scream, to yell at him till he understood what it felt like to be put on the back burner all time. But she figured, what's the use? She couldn't compete with training or fighting when it came to her husband, so there was no point in getting angry for the nth time. Goku just… didn't care.

"If you go, then don't expect me to be here when you come back."

"Huh? That's unfair!"

"Oh please, Goku. You are nowhere near qualified to talk about unfair. Honestly, this whole marriage has been nothing but fair to you. You do what you want, when you want, without a care in the world and no one can stop you. So you know what? When I said I didn't care, I meant it. If you leave, then I will too." She was standing up now, looking Goku directly in the eyes.

"Chichi, where is all this coming from? Is it because you really don't want me to go or because Bulma told me about it? Seriously this is ridiculous." he was getting annoyed at this point.

"No, what's ridiculous is that you "asked" me about the space training camp with the intention to let me know about it, not because you really cared about how I felt if you left. What's even more ridiculous is that I have to compete with Bulma for your attention because you don't have your priorities straight!" her face was red with fury and her hands in tight fists. She had to say it. She had to.

"Of course I care about how you felt about it, that's why I asked; and I really don't understand what Bulma has to do with any of this." he said in a defensive tone

"Goku, if you really cared, you would not go. And seriously, you must be really dense to "not understand" what Bulma has to do with this. You lied for her! Ever since you came back, you've been at Capsule Corp. How do you expect me to feel? I mean, even if Bulma had nothing to do with this, couldn't you stay home for the simple fact that you haven't been home, let alone alive, for the past five years?" she was on the verge of tears, but didn't allow any to fall. She didn't want to appear weak or hurt anymore. She didn't want to care.

Before he could respond, the sound of someone's footsteps coming up the stairs was heard followed by a soft knock on their bedroom door.

"Mom?"

Chichi's eyes went wide for a second before she moved to open the door. "Gohan. When did you get home? I didn't hear you come in." she asked in hopes that he did not hear their conversation.

"Oh, just now. I just wanted to say goodnight."

"Oh, goodnight, sweetheart. Don't stay up too long." she said lovingly. Despite her sour mood, she could never take it out on her kids.

"Okay. Night, Dad!"

"Goodnight, son."

When Gohan had entered his room, Chichi closed her door. Once again, there was an awkward, uncomfortable silence.

Goku sighed. "Chichi, I don't know what to say." It was true, he really didn't. He didn't like arguing, it wasn't his thing.

"That's the second time tonight." she mumbled still standing in front of the door with her arms crossed.

"Well, what do you want me to say? It seems you want things only your way!" he sounded frustrated, almost like he was raising his voice.

"For once it would be nice if things went my way. I don't want you to go to the Space Training Camp, that's all." she said still crossing her arms. She was being persistent.

"I don't want to hurt you, Chichi but I've already made up my mind."

She humphed, "Okay." she whispered. "Then I guess my mind is made up too."