Chapter 5 Lucy
Goku throws open the door to his small home, he can hear his wife Chichi pottering around in the kitchen cooking for him. She is a good wife, not many people could do all the housework, bring up two amazing sons and still find the time to cook twelve meals a day for her Saiyan husband. But Chichi can do it, she is a prime example of a strong and capable woman.
Goku enters the immaculate though tiny kitchen, leaving a trail of mud from his boots.
"Hi, Chichi, whatcha makin'?" He exclaims happily. His wife can't help but smile as she turns to face her happy, over enthusiastic husband.
"Goku, where have you been?" She asks, the smile on her lovely face broadening as she sees the huge bouquet of flowers in his hand.
"Oh Goku, are those for me? They are beautiful, thank you," She exclaims rushing forward to take the bunch from him. Goku has never bought her flowers before, I mean, he has picked her flowers which she really appreciates but never has he got her anything as extravagant and striking as this. She fills a glass vase with water and starts to expertly arrange the flowers.
"Oh, those aren't for you, Chichi, those are for me," He explains. The expression on Chichis face drops instantly.
"What do you mean they are for you, you went and bought yourself flowers? Why?" She looks at him suspiciously. Goku wonders if he should have just lied, but he doesn't really like to lie to her, it feels bad inside.
"Err, no I didn't buy them myself, that would be silly Chichi." He chuckles to himself before trying to escape into the front room. If he thought he was going to get away that easily he was a fool.
"Wait," Chichi's stern voice rings out around the kitchen. Goku stops in his tracks, he knows better than to disobey his wife, she may be small and weak compared to him but honestly, to Goku, she's scarier than Vegeta.
"Where did you get them then?" She asked, trying her best to push the strange feeling from her mind. The first thing she thought was that he was cheating on her but she knows deep in her heart that that isn't true. It just can't be. There was no way in a million years Goku would ever do anything like that, he is a good husband and he loves her very much, she knows that.
"Oh, it's no big deal really Chichi, Vegeta gave them to me," He admits, trying to sound nonchalant. He doesn't really understand why Chichi is angry, he doesn't really understand much, but for some reason he kind of knows that she wouldn't like him hanging out with Vegeta the way he did today. He decided he would answer her questions as honestly as possible whilst giving her the smallest amount of information.
"Vegeta gave you them? Why?" She asks cocking her head to the side, a suspicious look on her pretty face.
"There was this butterfly and Vegeta gave me the flowers so it would come to me then he killed it so I gave it a funeral and that's why I'm all muddy, can you wash my clothes please?" Goku says all in one breath, Chichi blinks a couple of times trying to make sense out of the gibberish that just fell from her husband's lips. Eventually she shakes her heads and gives up.
"Sure, honey, give me your clothes I'll wash them now," She instructs turning back to the vase and arranging the flowers again.
Goku pulls his clothes off right there in the kitchen and leaves them in a mound on the floor.
"Thanks Chi," He calls as he walks from the room completely naked to have a shower.
Chichi lifts one of the beautiful, blue roses to her nose, it smells delightful, where did Vegeta get such a rare and lovely bouquet, these flowers certainly don't look cheap. As she pushes the rose back into place a small card flutters from amongst the leaves, she reads it aloud.
"For Kakarot, I hope I give you butterflies." Now that is definitely weird, isn't it? It sounds as though Vegeta is trying to flirt with Goku, but that is absurd, isn't it? After all, Goku did say something about a butterfly, that's what this strange note must be about. She laughed to herself, what is she thinking, like Vegeta would ever flirt with Goku, that's the stupidest idea ever. She goes to throw the card in the bin but something stops her. Instead she slides it in-between some of the paperwork she keeps in the kitchen drawer.
Vegeta strolls through the door, throwing his key into the dish his wife keeps on the side, and heads to the kitchen, he's hungry. In the kitchen, he finds Bulma, she is leant against the counter smiling at him as he walks in, she looks beautiful.
"Hi darling," She says happily, fluttering her eyelashes. Vegeta knows straight away that something is up, she doesn't call him darling and she never flutters her eyelashes, Bulma just isn't that kind of girl. She's not into mushy stuff and cutesy nicknames, Vegeta would never have married her if she was.
"What's going on?" Vegeta asks immediately suspicious, giving her a glare through narrowed eyes.
"Oh, nothing honey, I'm just popping to the mall, looks like I'm gonna need a new dress," She kisses the tip of his nose and breezes from the room, a big smile on her face and a slight blush on her cheeks. Vegeta turns to his teenage son who is sitting at the table.
"Do you have any idea why your mother is prancing around like a fairy?"
"Yep," is his simple response.
"Are you gonna tell me?"
"Depends," He shrugs, a wicked smile on his cute little face.
"Depends on what?" Vegeta snaps getting annoyed all ready, this kid is too tenacious for his own good. But with parents like Vegeta and Bulma that can be expected, they are both very pig-headed, very intelligent and very stubborn. What chance did poor Trunks have.
"I want Goten to stay over, mum says no 'cause I didn't clean my room, change her mind and I'll tell you why she's acting up," He shrugs, looking all smug with himself.
"Forget it, I don't even care," Vegeta spits pulling open the fridge door and looking for something sweet to eat. He has never really had a sweet tooth before, but right now he would literally kill a man for a jar of Nutella.
"Trust me dad, you wanna know," Trunks says and leaves the room. Vegeta doesn't know whether to feel proud or angry, the kid is a genius. There is only one way Bulma will change her mind, once she makes her mind up on something there is no going back, she doesn't have sudden changes of heart, her word is final. Vegeta knows what he needs to do.
He stomps his way up the stairs to Trunks's room, shovelling spoon fulls of chocolate spread into his face as he walks. He angrily throws the door open and looks at the mess in the room his child sleeps in, it's a miracle that Trunks hasn't died already, the room must be a serious health risk, Vegeta is certain he can feel the germs settling on my skin. Disgusting.
He slams the door behind him and starts to pick up clothes, dirty pants and socks so crusty you could knock a nail in with them, all get thrown onto the already full up washing basket. He collects up all the washing up, plates, bowls and mould growing tea cups, are all taken down to the kitchen, where they are left in the sink for Bulma to wash, if Trunks thinks the prince of Saiyans is washing that shit up, the little brat has another think coming. He takes an extra-large black sack back up the stairs with him and fills the whole thing with pizza boxes, yogurt pots and all manner of other disgusting items found scattered on the floor. All this fuss just so that Goku's youngest brat can stay over. The boys have been best friends since Goten was born, and he's thirteen now, they are so close they might as well be brothers. Or at least that's what Vegeta though before he picked up the crumpled piece of paper from the floor and saw the big red love heart doodle with Goten's name written in it in curly cute letters. Did Trunks draw this? It certainly looks that way. He is shocked. Don't get me wrong Vegeta is not the slightest bit bothered if his son is gay, that's none of his business, what bothers him, is that it's Goku's son. He can't even figure out why exactly it bothers him so much, but the thought of his son, with royal Saiyan blood flowing in his veins, getting with Goku's son, a little third class Goku lookalike, makes him feel kind of uncomfortable. The kid is the spitting image of his father, he seems just as stupid as well, maybe Vegeta thinks Goten is not good enough for his son. He tells himself that is what the problem is, knowing full well that he is lying to himself. The real reason is something far deeper and carefully hidden than that.
He runs the hoover over the last bit of carpet and turn to see his handiwork. The room is spotless, bed made, sides uncluttered and the whole room smells like flowers. he carries the hoover back to the kitchen and set of in search of his son. Trunks is very easy to find, lounging on the sofa sipping from a Ribena carton and playing video games, with too much swearing even for Vegeta's liking.
"It's done, now spill the beans," The prince snaps nudging his son.
"You need to learn to delete your search history, mum knows where you are taking her on that 'romantic date' you googled. The surprise is ruined."
"What? what date?" Vegeta asks, confused. Trunks sighs and pauses his game.
"You looked romantic dates, then looked up this stupid butterfly farm, which in my opinion is a shit idea, but mums seen it all and knows you are taking her there," He explains.
"Oh shit!" Vegeta exclaims, punching the arm of the sofa gently and feels the wood inside it snap.
"Chill out dad, just take her somewhere else," He chuckles, barely looking up from his game. How was he so stupid, he didn't even think to remove his search history. What is he going to do now? He can't take her to the stupid Butterfly farm, he would get arrested the second they saw him, it's not as though they might not recognise him, he is very distinctive with his 5 foot three frame and massive pointy hair, and besides, taking his wife to the same place I just took his… Whatever the fuck you call Goku, would be wrong on so many levels.
"Why the sudden sissy romance stuff anyway? I didn't think you and mum went in for all that?" Trunks asks, his father doesn't answer.
"Can you show me how to delete my search history? Just in case I google something else," Is the response he gets.
"Sure, I'll show you, but to be honest if I wanna look at something and I don't want you or mum to see it I just use my phone, that way no one can stumble across it by accident" The young boy explains with a shrug.
"Hmmm, I never thought of that, what are you googling that you don't want me and mum to see?" Vegeta furrows his eyebrows at his son, he is genuinely intrigued.
"Dad, I'm a fourteen-year-old boy, what the fuck do you think I'm googling that I don't want you guys to see?" He laughs.
"Oh, right… Ew, sorry I asked. Anyway your room is tidy, so Goten can stay over now."
"Thanks dad, you wanna know where I would go on a date?"
"Yeah, sure."
"I'd take my date go-karting, but not in the small go-karts, in the bigger two people ones that way he would have to get in behind me and snuggle real close, just an idea," He shrugs turning his attention back to his game. That's not a bad idea, it's a really good idea actually. Vegeta quite enjoys the thought of driving a stupid go-kart round a stupid track with Goku snuggled up behind him. With him being that close to me there's no way he wouldn't feel some kind of attraction to the prince, right? Goku would be so close he could smell the other Saiyan, surely that would have to make him feel something.
Vegeta pulls his phone from his pocket and Google's the closest go-kart track to here, it's a while away, but it's doable, that's where he will take Goku tomorrow, and this time nothing will go wrong.
Now there is just the Bulma situation to deal with, maybe if he just never mentions it again, in time she will forget about the whole thing. But he really doesn't want to upset her like that now, after all in six months he will die, he can't take her to the butterfly farm but he knows he should take her somewhere. A picnic maybe, in the park, or on the beach that would be nice.