"What'd you say my boy?" Gohan looked up as he landed on the ground, startled to see his Grandfather the Ox King walking towards him. "Oh uh, nothing grandpa. Have, have you seen mom today?" Ox King looked troubled and replied no, noting that the doors were all locked. "I tried calling her a few hours ago but no one answered so I figured I better come up here." "She's having a hard time with Dad's passing." " I imagine so, she really loved that Goku, ever since they first met." Ox King looked at Gohan who was looking at the ground. "She's strong though, I raised her that way," he placed his enormous hand on Gohan's shoulder, causing him to look back up. " But how are you Gohan?"
Gohan breathed in heavily and hugged his grandfather who returned in kind. "I'll be fine, it isn't the first time he's been gone. Honestly up to this point he may have been around less time then he was gone." Ox King took this information with a concerned look, 'Did this boy even have a father?' Then he looked at Gohan's clothing and something clicked, he'd found a father figure in that Majunior character. 'Or wait that was only his stage name, wait. Picolo Jr! That's right! The first time Goku died, Gohan was taken by that brute.' This worried Ox King a little, but then he realized how Gohan had turned out, he seemed just fine.
The two ended the embrace and Gohan said," I'll check on her for you gramps, no need to worry!" He flashed a big smile reminiscent of his father and Ox King couldn't help but laugh. "I bet she'll be up for visitors in a few days, we just have to give her time." Ox King was convinced at this, and said his farewells. As he marched off Gohan took another deep breathe and turned around to see the door slightly cracked, with ChiChi's eye slightly visible. 'What the? She was listening!'
Back in the kitchen ChiChi had knocked out nearly all the dishes when her mind drifted back into focus, and immediately back to the previous subject. This time it wasn't met with sadness though, instead anger. ' He never, said it, not once!' "Did he even love me?!" There were 2 plates in her hands above the dishwater, one found itself smashing on the floor below, the other breaking against the nearby wall. She fumed until realizing what had just happened, and slowly went to start cleaning up the shards. While she was being careful something startled her as she grabbed a larger shard, the sound of laughter.
The piece slipped through her hand and a large cut formed across her palm as it hit the ground again, making even smaller pieces. Blood dripped from the wound onto the floor and she ran to the sink, pulling the plug with her good hand then pouring new water onto her bleeding one, into the wound. ' Damn it all, was that? Was that Dad?' Before the bleeding stopped she pulled a new rag out, dampened it, and pressed it against her cut to stem the blood. Then she walked to the front door where she thought she heard voices.