Chapter 1: Change and Anger

As the small white dragon turned to dust, I could feel the power flowing through my veins. No more will I sit in the sidelines and wait helplessly for news on my family. My own husband's friends don't even look at me anymore when they return from a fight. So, if that's the case I'll just have to get back into the fight.

It's been too long since I've done any real fighting. I've tried so hard to be a stay at home mother and even try to keep control of my family. But it always seems I could never stop them from being who they are and diving into a battle. Even my youngest can't stop feeling excited when he spars with his best friend. Maybe it's jealousy that I feel which caused me to make such a silly wish.

Becoming a grandmother is great and all but it's clear as day I can't stop the hands of time. Soon she too will become a fighter since it's in her blood, and there's no way around it. Probably this wish is more of a realization that I'm getting old. Maybe it's me coming to terms that I missed being in on the action. All those years ago when Goku fought against Piccolo Jr in the world Martial Arts Tournament just left me with a bad taste in my mouth.

My husband already died, twice! Clearly, he gone through hell and back but doesn't slow down. He literally became a god. Time to just let loose and unwind these rusty muscles. Maybe three years isn't enough and if I'm honest with myself I will look forward to making this new strength a primate part of me. Maybe being the same power level as my husband was a bit much but who's a better reference to go by.

After the dragon disappeared, I looked myself in the mirror of the bathroom. I was wearing the same gi that I entered the 23rd world tournament. I did notice I had more muscle mass, and my hair was crazy fashion. Spikes flowing down. To top it off my eyes are no longer brown, but the deep black like my Goku's. I was so proud of how I looked. I even flexed my arms to admire my arms. I was loving this.

Just as I tried gently to open our bedroom door, I almost crushed the handle. "Oops." I giggled as I walked to the kitchen to prepare lunch. Just as I made it to the living room my husband and sons appeared in front of me. It took me a moment to notice their confused faces. "Hi boys." I noticed the boys looking at me confused. Goku was the first to speak, and he looked angry.

"Who are you? And where is Chichi?"

I couldn't help but smile. "I am Chichi, dear. Don't you recognize me?"

He raised an eyebrow. Then walked up to me and lead in a bit and sniffed my hair. "No, you're not. You don't smell like mine Chichi. Close but not exact. Now I will ask again. Who? Are? You?" I could easily see he was getting more frustrated by the moment. Why doesn't he believe me? I am clearly Chichi. Then I thought about it. Maybe I changed so much that he doesn't recognize me.

"How can I prove I'm Chichi?" I said almost aggressive and poking a finger to his chest. I saw his nose flair. That's usually a good sign when we're alone. But we weren't, so could this easily be a bad sign.

"The day we met."

I could feel my cheeks heat up from that memory. I was even shying away, with my hands on my face. I couldn't look him in his eyes as I remember that wonderful day so long along. "You were on nimbus when you came up to me and asked if I was Chichi. Then you said how we had to find Master Roshi. I used your tail to get on nimbus, and you flew off once I got on. You told me about the effects of pulling your tail, and then I apologized." The shock that read on my husband's face was priceless.

"You really are Chichi. But what did you do?"

"I made a wish to be just like you." His eyes and even our sons' eyes widen in horror. Before I could explain, Goku walked out. That was a first. I went after him. He stood in the middle of our yard when I caught up to him.

"Why?"

"Because I'm tired of being left behind." He looked at me crying.

"You're not my Chichi." With that, he flew off. I was left there shocked as tears found their way down my cheeks. Then Gohan and Goten were in front of me. They too looked disappointed. Did I really do a bad thing? Why are they looking at me like that?

"Boys—" They started to walk away from, and then flew off. What in the world is going on? I thought this wish would bring us closer, but instead, it made my boys leave me. Before I had a chance to mop, I heard my stomach roar out of hunger. Well, I can't mop on an empty stomach, I reason. I took one last look at the sky before heading inside.

…

I can't believe she would do such a thing. I can't believe how I reacted. I should be excited to have my wife join me in my fights. But no! I just can't! I love her, and would always want her to be safe. Flashes of the time when I fought Piccolo at the 23rd tournament surface. I remember seeing how terrified she looked. I remember being worried she could get hurt. I didn't understand it then, but I do now. On some level, I had fallen for her.

I continued pacing in my son's living room. Fuming over the fact my wife's choice. I had half a mind to find the dragon balls and change her back. But what if she does it all over? Can I handle this? I noticed the boys watching me go back and forth.

"Dad, are you ok?" Goten looked worried. "Maybe we should go back to mommy—"

"NO!" I cut him off with my yelling. "NO ONE TALKS TO THAT… THAT… THAT PERSON!" The boys seemed shocked by my reaction. I just couldn't help it. I was so enraged. That person isn't my wife. My wife has the most mouth-watering smell. My wife's eyes are like jewels when they shrine with love. My petite, strong wife is perfect the way she was. Why did she feel the need to change?

I was just so angry with her right now, that I almost punched one of the walls. Thankfully Gohan stopped me. He then handed my Pan and told me to go relax for a bit. Taking Pan with me, to go play, I slowly started calming down.

It wasn't till night time where my anger rose again. Thankfully Gohan said I could stay for as long as I needed to. When going to the room we usually use I could have sworn I saw her on her side, fast asleep. After I took off my gi, I went through the closet and got one of my wife's outfits. I fell asleep hugging it close to my chest.