Well here is the next chapter in my story. It's winding down, so probably
about 2 chapters left! Enjoy!
Boy ChiChi loved comfort. For once in her life she could simply put her feet up and relax. Even when she had been pregnant with Gohan, she still had to clean the house and cook for Goku until her last month when she could barely move. She loved how Goku would always carry her around with him and she remembered how he had tried to cook his own supper. He had almost burnt the house down. After that, ChiChi had supervised from a chair in the kitchen. She missed him so much. She was only in her fifth month, but already felt like she couldn't move. So there she was, sitting on the couch, watching TV.
"Bulma, can you get me some aspirin?"
"Bulma is out." Came a cold voice. Vegeta walked into the room and sat on a chair. Nothing was said until crying could be heard from the other room. After a few minuets, ChiChi began to get annoyed.
"Well aren't you going to see what Trunks wants?"
"No."
"Ugh!" ChiChi began to tediously hoist herself up. Vegeta watched with a slight bit of entertainment.
"I've got it!" Gohan's voice could be heard as he ran down the stairs to Trunks' room. ChiChi collapsed back into the chair. A few minuets later, Gohan came into the room, cradling Trunks. Trunks looked up half asleep. ChiChi was grateful that her little boy had decided to spend some time in this room. She was afraid of being alone with Vegeta. She felt safest with Gohan, after learning her own child was stronger then him. ChiChi watched with interested as Trunks' tail curled and uncurled around Gohan's arm.
"When are you and Bulma planning to cut off his tail? He's dangerous." Gohan said turning to Vegeta.
"Humph."
"My son asked you a question." ChiChi added in response to Vegeta.
"Woman, the boy can handle his own conversations."
"Well?" Gohan asked.
"When I feel like it."
"I think you should do it soon." ChiChi piped up again.
"Shut up bitch. No one was talking to you!"
"Don't talk to my mom like that!"
"I'll talk to her however I want to. Right bitch?"
"DO NOT TALK TO MY MOM LIKE THAT!" Gohan's hair began to flicker. Vegeta was no fool and knew he would get the fight he was waiting for. Gohan was angry, and this brought a smirk to Vegeta's face. "Outside. Now!" Gohan barked. Vegeta knew that if he fought in the house Bulma would kill him. Or yell at him. He decided he didn't want to hear her screeching voice. Gohan handed the sleeping Trunks to ChiChi and walked after Vegeta. ChiChi would have objected, but she knew there was no stopping it. Besides, Vegeta needed to get what was coming to him. Pretty soon she could hear the screams of Gohan and Vegeta powering up. The house shook violently, causing only a yawn from the bundle on her lap.
Bulma came home only minuets later. Her screeching could be heard, echoing off the walls.
"Vegeta! What the hell are you doing? I told you to care for our guests! Not beat them! And ChiChi, are you even paying any attention to her?"
"She hasn't asked for anything, she's been sleeping." He lied. Trunks began to cry and ChiChi tried to sooth him. Bulma came into the house, trailed by Gohan.
"Hi ChiChi. See I knew Vegeta was lying."
"Actually I just woke up. Umm I think someone needs a change." ChiChi said holding up the red-faced baby.
"Oh gross!" Bulma said, walking with Trunks held about a foot away from her.
"I need to walk around a bit." ChiChi said, rising to her feet. She began to walk into the kitchen but heard mumbling from down the hall. Quietly, she crept towards the mumbles.
"I told you to shut up!" The mumbles grew to talking as she neared the room and pushed her ear to the door. "You are keeping your end? That's the only reason!" ChiChi figured it to be a phone conversation until she heard him mention "Kakarot". Her excitement had skyrocketed her ki, which Vegeta had not been paying much attention to until then. "Someone is ease dropping, I have to go. Remember I am keeping my end!" Vegeta snapped and suddenly the door flung open and ChiChi fell into Vegeta's arms. "Your room is that way, woman."
"Uhh I must have got lost." She mumbled and turned to leave.
"Did you want something?" Vegeta asked.
"Yea.. No. I didn't. Sorry to bother you." With that she left.
ChiChi was now in the end of her eighth month almost. Bulma had asked ChiChi to accompany her on a daily clothes shopping trip. ChiChi agreed. The trip was uneventful, lots of shopping, a stop for lunch, some happy singing to the radio, and such. It was the trip home that presented a problem.
"ChiChi change the station? I hate this song!" ChiChi tried to stretch but found it impossible to reach.
"I can't." Bulma and ChiChi laughed. Bulma bent down to do it herself. ChiChi lay her head back and closed her eyes. The car hummed steadily as Bulma flipped through stations. All of a sudden the car was hit from the passenger side and flown across an intersection, where the rear collided with a pole.
Bulma clutched the wheel tightly, knuckles white. She pushed a piece of hair, that was slowly becoming coated in blood from a wound on her forehead, out of her face before calmly stating, "Thank god that's over. We're okay though. Right ChiChi? ChiChi??" She had turned to her friend who lay calmly sleeping, blood everywhere. The passenger side had been dented in, crushing ChiChi's legs. Bulma grabbed her cell phone and called for help.
Well sorry this took so long to get out! I will try harder! Well review! *Winks*
Boy ChiChi loved comfort. For once in her life she could simply put her feet up and relax. Even when she had been pregnant with Gohan, she still had to clean the house and cook for Goku until her last month when she could barely move. She loved how Goku would always carry her around with him and she remembered how he had tried to cook his own supper. He had almost burnt the house down. After that, ChiChi had supervised from a chair in the kitchen. She missed him so much. She was only in her fifth month, but already felt like she couldn't move. So there she was, sitting on the couch, watching TV.
"Bulma, can you get me some aspirin?"
"Bulma is out." Came a cold voice. Vegeta walked into the room and sat on a chair. Nothing was said until crying could be heard from the other room. After a few minuets, ChiChi began to get annoyed.
"Well aren't you going to see what Trunks wants?"
"No."
"Ugh!" ChiChi began to tediously hoist herself up. Vegeta watched with a slight bit of entertainment.
"I've got it!" Gohan's voice could be heard as he ran down the stairs to Trunks' room. ChiChi collapsed back into the chair. A few minuets later, Gohan came into the room, cradling Trunks. Trunks looked up half asleep. ChiChi was grateful that her little boy had decided to spend some time in this room. She was afraid of being alone with Vegeta. She felt safest with Gohan, after learning her own child was stronger then him. ChiChi watched with interested as Trunks' tail curled and uncurled around Gohan's arm.
"When are you and Bulma planning to cut off his tail? He's dangerous." Gohan said turning to Vegeta.
"Humph."
"My son asked you a question." ChiChi added in response to Vegeta.
"Woman, the boy can handle his own conversations."
"Well?" Gohan asked.
"When I feel like it."
"I think you should do it soon." ChiChi piped up again.
"Shut up bitch. No one was talking to you!"
"Don't talk to my mom like that!"
"I'll talk to her however I want to. Right bitch?"
"DO NOT TALK TO MY MOM LIKE THAT!" Gohan's hair began to flicker. Vegeta was no fool and knew he would get the fight he was waiting for. Gohan was angry, and this brought a smirk to Vegeta's face. "Outside. Now!" Gohan barked. Vegeta knew that if he fought in the house Bulma would kill him. Or yell at him. He decided he didn't want to hear her screeching voice. Gohan handed the sleeping Trunks to ChiChi and walked after Vegeta. ChiChi would have objected, but she knew there was no stopping it. Besides, Vegeta needed to get what was coming to him. Pretty soon she could hear the screams of Gohan and Vegeta powering up. The house shook violently, causing only a yawn from the bundle on her lap.
Bulma came home only minuets later. Her screeching could be heard, echoing off the walls.
"Vegeta! What the hell are you doing? I told you to care for our guests! Not beat them! And ChiChi, are you even paying any attention to her?"
"She hasn't asked for anything, she's been sleeping." He lied. Trunks began to cry and ChiChi tried to sooth him. Bulma came into the house, trailed by Gohan.
"Hi ChiChi. See I knew Vegeta was lying."
"Actually I just woke up. Umm I think someone needs a change." ChiChi said holding up the red-faced baby.
"Oh gross!" Bulma said, walking with Trunks held about a foot away from her.
"I need to walk around a bit." ChiChi said, rising to her feet. She began to walk into the kitchen but heard mumbling from down the hall. Quietly, she crept towards the mumbles.
"I told you to shut up!" The mumbles grew to talking as she neared the room and pushed her ear to the door. "You are keeping your end? That's the only reason!" ChiChi figured it to be a phone conversation until she heard him mention "Kakarot". Her excitement had skyrocketed her ki, which Vegeta had not been paying much attention to until then. "Someone is ease dropping, I have to go. Remember I am keeping my end!" Vegeta snapped and suddenly the door flung open and ChiChi fell into Vegeta's arms. "Your room is that way, woman."
"Uhh I must have got lost." She mumbled and turned to leave.
"Did you want something?" Vegeta asked.
"Yea.. No. I didn't. Sorry to bother you." With that she left.
ChiChi was now in the end of her eighth month almost. Bulma had asked ChiChi to accompany her on a daily clothes shopping trip. ChiChi agreed. The trip was uneventful, lots of shopping, a stop for lunch, some happy singing to the radio, and such. It was the trip home that presented a problem.
"ChiChi change the station? I hate this song!" ChiChi tried to stretch but found it impossible to reach.
"I can't." Bulma and ChiChi laughed. Bulma bent down to do it herself. ChiChi lay her head back and closed her eyes. The car hummed steadily as Bulma flipped through stations. All of a sudden the car was hit from the passenger side and flown across an intersection, where the rear collided with a pole.
Bulma clutched the wheel tightly, knuckles white. She pushed a piece of hair, that was slowly becoming coated in blood from a wound on her forehead, out of her face before calmly stating, "Thank god that's over. We're okay though. Right ChiChi? ChiChi??" She had turned to her friend who lay calmly sleeping, blood everywhere. The passenger side had been dented in, crushing ChiChi's legs. Bulma grabbed her cell phone and called for help.
Well sorry this took so long to get out! I will try harder! Well review! *Winks*
