After waking up at Capsule Corp, Gohan took his leave without saying a word to anyone. Since leaving home he'd learned a few important things; most interestingly that Saiyan's had biological instructions on how to mate written into their DNA. Not only that, but in his dream, for lack of a better term, the object of his affection was his own mother. As he flew home he attempted to rationalize her being the one he saw. There'd been several attractive females he'd been around while growing up, so why her?
'The last 48 hours have been insane, the fight of our lives, my father dying, me killing Cell, then what happened last night.' He pondered over the questions he'd asked Bulma and Vegeta. There was only one good reason he wanted those answers, and her name was ChiChi. 'It's the stress, and the grief taking their toll on me. Mixed in with whatever this Saiyan version of puberty is. That's why I'm so desperate for comfort.' He'd puzzled it out, but that left one important question lingering as he landed outside his home on Mt. Paozu. "Even if it logically makes sense, does that make it morally right?"
After getting out of bed and cleaning herself up, ChiChi put on her usual attire and walked to the kitchen. She looked at the sink and sighed. The morning of the Cell Games Goku had wanted an enormous meal so of course she made one. Normally when the dishes were stacked as high as they were, she would have done them. But that day the fight was televised; there had been no way to tear her from the screen. Afterwards a mixture of sadness and longing had kept her from dealing with the mess. In the back of her head there had been the idea that if she didn't do them Goku would still be here. If the sink was empty, it would likely never be filled like that again.
Now however, after the dream, she couldn't wait any longer. In that dream her husband had iterated a certain idea that she'd long held close to herself. That he never truly loved her, and worse that maybe she didn't love him. The last thought sent a shock to her system, one that almost dropped ChiChi to her knees. She stood back up and began washing dishes, her mind a thousand miles away.