(Unlike my other fanfics, this is NOT a humor fic. Surprising, eh? I hope you'll enjoy it anywayz though.)
"Goten!! Hurry up and get dressed! Your breakfast is getting cold!" The sixteen-year-old demi-Saiyajin moaned in annoyance and promptly buried his head under his pillow in an attempt to muffle the screams of his mother, who, by the tone of her voice, seemed particularly grumpy this morning. A few blissful moments of silence drifted by, moments that seemed like only seconds before the tranquility was shattered. Goten nearly fell out of bed as ChiChi burst through the bedroom door, yelling at the top of her lungs. "Didn't you hear me??!! I said your breakfast is getting cold!! Now hurry up before your father eats it!" The teenager mumbled under his breath as he lazily ran his fingers through his tangled hair and slowly made his way to his dresser. He frowned as he opened the drawer and glanced back at his mother, who was glaring at him with her hands on her hips. "I'm up! You don't have to watch me!" ChiChi's expression hardened a bit after catching the look her son threw her. "This attitude of yours has got to stop, Goten! Gohan was never like this when he was a teenager! I think that punk friend of yours is a bad influence!" "Trunks has nothing to do with the way I act!" the demi-Saiyajin spat, his hands fisting in the shirt he was holding. ChiChi crossed her arms and tapped her foot in annoyance. "Then what? What's making you act this way?? It's your father isn't it? His wild nature is---" "IT'S YOU!" Goten suddenly shouted, causing his mother to nearly jump out her skin. She stared at him through wide eyes for a moment before turning and walking out the door, slamming it behind her as she went. Goten just snorted angrily and turned back to his dresser.
---------------------------------------------------
Goku raised an eyebrow as his wife stormed into the kitchen, ranting about something under her breath. "What's wrong? Is Goten still asleep?" The woman came to a sudden halt and spun around to glare at the Saiyajin, who was clearly surprised by the fiery look in her eyes. "No! He is NOT still asleep! But he IS coughing another attitude with me! There's no excuse for it! I realize teenagers have mood swings, but this is ridiculous!" Goku watched ChiChi as she turned away from him and began to slice some vegetables for a dish she was preparing. "He's not the only one who has mood swings..." he mumbled. "What?" the woman asked, glancing back at the Saiyajin as she paused from cutting. "Oh, nothing..."
ChiChi was about to resume her work when Goten walked into the room and sat down next to Goku, who was currently wolfing down his breakfast. He only paused long enough to smile at his son before continuing his attack on the scrambled eggs that were quickly disappearing from his plate. Goten smirked and picked up his fork before digging into his breakfast as well, which had been sitting on the table waiting for him. ChiChi scrunched her nose up a bit as she looked between the two. Goten's hair may be different now, but they still looked like twins while they ate. Their method was definitely the same. Shove as much food into your mouth as possible without choking. "It's your own fault if it's cold." the woman muttered. Goten rolled his eyes, but didn't look up from his plate. "It's not cold." "Don't talk with your mouth full!" she snapped back, annoyed with the tone her son was using this morning. Goku blinked when he noticed Goten's knuckles turning white as he became increasingly annoyed with his mother. If something didn't happen fast, this bickering session would turn ugly. "Uh... You wanna spar after breakfast?" Goten paused and looked at his smiling father before smiling himself. "Sure! That'd be great!" ChiChi, who had been listening from her position at the counter, clutched the knife tightly in her already firm grip and turned to her family. "Not so fast! Aren't you two forgetting something??" The two Saiyajins looked at each other for a moment, then back at the woman glaring at them. Taking their silence as a 'no', ChiChi sighed and set down her knife. "We're visiting Gohan and Videl today. So no sparring! You'll get bruised up and dirty! Videl's family might be there too and I don't want them making assumptions about us." Goku noticed the angered expression return to his son's face as he was once again denied something. "But ChiChi... Hercule already knows us and I doubt he'd care if we had a couple bruises... And Videl spars just as much a---" "NO! We're leaving now! Let's go!" ChiChi shouted as she walked to the door.
-------------------------------------------------------------
"I'm glad you came early!" Videl said happily as she invited the Son's inside. "ChiChi, I need your expertise. I attempted cooking a little something for dinner tonight and I think I might have overdone it just a tad..." "Say no more." ChiChi replied, quickly following the younger woman into the kitchen. Gohan smiled and took a seat across from the couch, where Goten was currently talking to his father in a low voice. "Something the matter?" he asked, taking notice to the sour expression his younger brother wore. "Na." Goku said. "Goten's just a little upset because ChiChi wouldn't let us spar before we came." "It's more than that!" the youngest Saiyajin snapped, folding his arms angrily. "Mom's too strict! She's always on my back and always has something negative to say to me! How'd you manage to live with her?!" he asked, looking over at his older brother. Gohan looked at Goten in slight surprise before he seemed to blank out. His eyes almost took on a glassy look. Goku and Goten glanced at each other. "Gohan? Earth to Gohan..." The demi-Saiyajin blinked and jumped slightly at the sound of his father snapping his fingers. "Oh! Sorry! Let's see... Well I don't know. You just have to understand that she's looking out for your best interest. I don't think she's trying to upset you, but yelling and nagging is just mom's way of showing that she cares... I guess." Goten nodded slowly as he considered the words carefully. "I suppose that makes sense... but I still don't like her methods."
----------------------------------------------------------------
ChiChi examined the charcoal black roast that was currently steaming on the counter. "A 'little' burnt, eh?" Videl chuckled nervously and rung a dishtowel as she bit her lower lip. "Do you think you can save it?" The older woman straightened and rubbed her chin as if in deep thought. "Well there seem to be plenty of juices left... and if we scrape the burnt parts off, then maybe we can still salvage something..." "Great! We probably don't need it since I have dozens of others for tonight's dinner, but I like to be prepared." Videl explained. ChiChi glanced back at the remaining uncooked roasts. "Maybe I should cook those..." The younger woman just nodded and stepped aside. "Point taken."
The two women, well... ChiChi, had been busy cooking for an hour or so while Videl provided a nice conversation. The younger woman noticed that ChiChi had had a distant expression on her face almost the entire time and decided that it was time to find out why. "Penny for your thoughts." ChiChi blinked and looked over at her before going about her kitchen duties. "Can I ask you something?" "Sure..." Videl replied. The other woman seemed to consider her words carefully before she finally spoke. "Does... does Gohan ever talk about me?" The younger woman was slightly caught off guard by the question. "What do you mean?" "Has he ever mentioned how he felt about me when he was a child?" ChiChi stopped slicing some side vegetables and looked at her daughter-in-law, almost with pleading eyes. Videl studied the expression carefully before smiling in return. "Sure! He says you were a great mother! Gohan said that you were always looking out for him and trying to make him the best he could be. He wouldn't have traded you for anyone!" ChiChi sighed in relief and smiled happily. "That's good to know. So then I guess my methods aren't the reason behind Goten's anger after all." Videl nodded and picked up a knife to help with cutting the vegetables. She was glad that ChiChi was happy with her answer. It was just too bad it was a lie.
---------------------------------------------------------------
A month later...
Vegeta soared over the open land that was home to his rival, muttering under his breath as he scanned the area below. He didn't like the fact that he had to fly all the way out here to practically drag the other Saiyajin out of his house to spar. It wasn't that Goku didn't want to spar, it was just the simple fact that his wife didn't want him to spar. Lately she'd been preventing her husband from coming to Capsule Corp like he normally did for a spar in the gravity room. The prince didn't understand why the baka just didn't blow the woman to the next dimension and be done with it. He didn't think anyone would really care. From what Trunks had told him, Goten despised the woman. That just goes to show that at least one of the Sons had some sense.
Vegeta's thoughts were cut short when a sudden burst of ki and an ear-piercing scream caught his attention. The prince floated lower to the ground and slowly made his way to the ki he was sensing, which was quickly disappearing again. The sudden rise and fall of the energy had happened so quickly that the Saiyajin didn't even have time to figure out whom it belonged to. But he did have enough time to get the general location of the owner. Vegeta landed and walked into a wooded area, glancing around for anyone who might be around again. Whoever was here was suppressing their ki well.
The prince didn't have to search long before he spotted someone. The person, who appeared to be male judging from his frame, was sitting on the ground and appeared to be holding something...or someone... Vegeta slowly and quietly advanced on the shadowed figure, trying not to draw attention to himself just yet. Something about the situation just didn't seem right and the Saiyajin wanted to get as much information on his own before he caused any reaction. The prince was no more than ten feet away when a small twig broke under his boot. He silently cursed himself for the carelessness as the figure ahead of him spun around with a startled gasp. "Goten?" Vegeta noticed the horrified look in the demi-Saiyajin's water filled eyes. His face was red and tears were shimmering on his cheeks, evidence enough that he had been crying for quite sometime. But why? The prince's eyes continued downward and finally stopped on a limp figure in the teenager's arms. His mouth dropped open slightly in a silent gasp as he realized who it was. ChiChi. He almost didn't recognize her when she wasn't screaming. However, the woman's eyes were open and expressionless and her mouth was slightly agape. And her neck... was broken.
Vegeta looked between the two and put it all together. The sudden rise and fall of the ki, the scream, and now this... Goten had killed ChiChi. Goten, who knew perfectly well how this must have looked, shook his head in defiance. "N-no, Vegeta! I didn't do this! I DIDN'T KILL HER!!"
(TO BE CONTINUED)
"Goten!! Hurry up and get dressed! Your breakfast is getting cold!" The sixteen-year-old demi-Saiyajin moaned in annoyance and promptly buried his head under his pillow in an attempt to muffle the screams of his mother, who, by the tone of her voice, seemed particularly grumpy this morning. A few blissful moments of silence drifted by, moments that seemed like only seconds before the tranquility was shattered. Goten nearly fell out of bed as ChiChi burst through the bedroom door, yelling at the top of her lungs. "Didn't you hear me??!! I said your breakfast is getting cold!! Now hurry up before your father eats it!" The teenager mumbled under his breath as he lazily ran his fingers through his tangled hair and slowly made his way to his dresser. He frowned as he opened the drawer and glanced back at his mother, who was glaring at him with her hands on her hips. "I'm up! You don't have to watch me!" ChiChi's expression hardened a bit after catching the look her son threw her. "This attitude of yours has got to stop, Goten! Gohan was never like this when he was a teenager! I think that punk friend of yours is a bad influence!" "Trunks has nothing to do with the way I act!" the demi-Saiyajin spat, his hands fisting in the shirt he was holding. ChiChi crossed her arms and tapped her foot in annoyance. "Then what? What's making you act this way?? It's your father isn't it? His wild nature is---" "IT'S YOU!" Goten suddenly shouted, causing his mother to nearly jump out her skin. She stared at him through wide eyes for a moment before turning and walking out the door, slamming it behind her as she went. Goten just snorted angrily and turned back to his dresser.
---------------------------------------------------
Goku raised an eyebrow as his wife stormed into the kitchen, ranting about something under her breath. "What's wrong? Is Goten still asleep?" The woman came to a sudden halt and spun around to glare at the Saiyajin, who was clearly surprised by the fiery look in her eyes. "No! He is NOT still asleep! But he IS coughing another attitude with me! There's no excuse for it! I realize teenagers have mood swings, but this is ridiculous!" Goku watched ChiChi as she turned away from him and began to slice some vegetables for a dish she was preparing. "He's not the only one who has mood swings..." he mumbled. "What?" the woman asked, glancing back at the Saiyajin as she paused from cutting. "Oh, nothing..."
ChiChi was about to resume her work when Goten walked into the room and sat down next to Goku, who was currently wolfing down his breakfast. He only paused long enough to smile at his son before continuing his attack on the scrambled eggs that were quickly disappearing from his plate. Goten smirked and picked up his fork before digging into his breakfast as well, which had been sitting on the table waiting for him. ChiChi scrunched her nose up a bit as she looked between the two. Goten's hair may be different now, but they still looked like twins while they ate. Their method was definitely the same. Shove as much food into your mouth as possible without choking. "It's your own fault if it's cold." the woman muttered. Goten rolled his eyes, but didn't look up from his plate. "It's not cold." "Don't talk with your mouth full!" she snapped back, annoyed with the tone her son was using this morning. Goku blinked when he noticed Goten's knuckles turning white as he became increasingly annoyed with his mother. If something didn't happen fast, this bickering session would turn ugly. "Uh... You wanna spar after breakfast?" Goten paused and looked at his smiling father before smiling himself. "Sure! That'd be great!" ChiChi, who had been listening from her position at the counter, clutched the knife tightly in her already firm grip and turned to her family. "Not so fast! Aren't you two forgetting something??" The two Saiyajins looked at each other for a moment, then back at the woman glaring at them. Taking their silence as a 'no', ChiChi sighed and set down her knife. "We're visiting Gohan and Videl today. So no sparring! You'll get bruised up and dirty! Videl's family might be there too and I don't want them making assumptions about us." Goku noticed the angered expression return to his son's face as he was once again denied something. "But ChiChi... Hercule already knows us and I doubt he'd care if we had a couple bruises... And Videl spars just as much a---" "NO! We're leaving now! Let's go!" ChiChi shouted as she walked to the door.
-------------------------------------------------------------
"I'm glad you came early!" Videl said happily as she invited the Son's inside. "ChiChi, I need your expertise. I attempted cooking a little something for dinner tonight and I think I might have overdone it just a tad..." "Say no more." ChiChi replied, quickly following the younger woman into the kitchen. Gohan smiled and took a seat across from the couch, where Goten was currently talking to his father in a low voice. "Something the matter?" he asked, taking notice to the sour expression his younger brother wore. "Na." Goku said. "Goten's just a little upset because ChiChi wouldn't let us spar before we came." "It's more than that!" the youngest Saiyajin snapped, folding his arms angrily. "Mom's too strict! She's always on my back and always has something negative to say to me! How'd you manage to live with her?!" he asked, looking over at his older brother. Gohan looked at Goten in slight surprise before he seemed to blank out. His eyes almost took on a glassy look. Goku and Goten glanced at each other. "Gohan? Earth to Gohan..." The demi-Saiyajin blinked and jumped slightly at the sound of his father snapping his fingers. "Oh! Sorry! Let's see... Well I don't know. You just have to understand that she's looking out for your best interest. I don't think she's trying to upset you, but yelling and nagging is just mom's way of showing that she cares... I guess." Goten nodded slowly as he considered the words carefully. "I suppose that makes sense... but I still don't like her methods."
----------------------------------------------------------------
ChiChi examined the charcoal black roast that was currently steaming on the counter. "A 'little' burnt, eh?" Videl chuckled nervously and rung a dishtowel as she bit her lower lip. "Do you think you can save it?" The older woman straightened and rubbed her chin as if in deep thought. "Well there seem to be plenty of juices left... and if we scrape the burnt parts off, then maybe we can still salvage something..." "Great! We probably don't need it since I have dozens of others for tonight's dinner, but I like to be prepared." Videl explained. ChiChi glanced back at the remaining uncooked roasts. "Maybe I should cook those..." The younger woman just nodded and stepped aside. "Point taken."
The two women, well... ChiChi, had been busy cooking for an hour or so while Videl provided a nice conversation. The younger woman noticed that ChiChi had had a distant expression on her face almost the entire time and decided that it was time to find out why. "Penny for your thoughts." ChiChi blinked and looked over at her before going about her kitchen duties. "Can I ask you something?" "Sure..." Videl replied. The other woman seemed to consider her words carefully before she finally spoke. "Does... does Gohan ever talk about me?" The younger woman was slightly caught off guard by the question. "What do you mean?" "Has he ever mentioned how he felt about me when he was a child?" ChiChi stopped slicing some side vegetables and looked at her daughter-in-law, almost with pleading eyes. Videl studied the expression carefully before smiling in return. "Sure! He says you were a great mother! Gohan said that you were always looking out for him and trying to make him the best he could be. He wouldn't have traded you for anyone!" ChiChi sighed in relief and smiled happily. "That's good to know. So then I guess my methods aren't the reason behind Goten's anger after all." Videl nodded and picked up a knife to help with cutting the vegetables. She was glad that ChiChi was happy with her answer. It was just too bad it was a lie.
---------------------------------------------------------------
A month later...
Vegeta soared over the open land that was home to his rival, muttering under his breath as he scanned the area below. He didn't like the fact that he had to fly all the way out here to practically drag the other Saiyajin out of his house to spar. It wasn't that Goku didn't want to spar, it was just the simple fact that his wife didn't want him to spar. Lately she'd been preventing her husband from coming to Capsule Corp like he normally did for a spar in the gravity room. The prince didn't understand why the baka just didn't blow the woman to the next dimension and be done with it. He didn't think anyone would really care. From what Trunks had told him, Goten despised the woman. That just goes to show that at least one of the Sons had some sense.
Vegeta's thoughts were cut short when a sudden burst of ki and an ear-piercing scream caught his attention. The prince floated lower to the ground and slowly made his way to the ki he was sensing, which was quickly disappearing again. The sudden rise and fall of the energy had happened so quickly that the Saiyajin didn't even have time to figure out whom it belonged to. But he did have enough time to get the general location of the owner. Vegeta landed and walked into a wooded area, glancing around for anyone who might be around again. Whoever was here was suppressing their ki well.
The prince didn't have to search long before he spotted someone. The person, who appeared to be male judging from his frame, was sitting on the ground and appeared to be holding something...or someone... Vegeta slowly and quietly advanced on the shadowed figure, trying not to draw attention to himself just yet. Something about the situation just didn't seem right and the Saiyajin wanted to get as much information on his own before he caused any reaction. The prince was no more than ten feet away when a small twig broke under his boot. He silently cursed himself for the carelessness as the figure ahead of him spun around with a startled gasp. "Goten?" Vegeta noticed the horrified look in the demi-Saiyajin's water filled eyes. His face was red and tears were shimmering on his cheeks, evidence enough that he had been crying for quite sometime. But why? The prince's eyes continued downward and finally stopped on a limp figure in the teenager's arms. His mouth dropped open slightly in a silent gasp as he realized who it was. ChiChi. He almost didn't recognize her when she wasn't screaming. However, the woman's eyes were open and expressionless and her mouth was slightly agape. And her neck... was broken.
Vegeta looked between the two and put it all together. The sudden rise and fall of the ki, the scream, and now this... Goten had killed ChiChi. Goten, who knew perfectly well how this must have looked, shook his head in defiance. "N-no, Vegeta! I didn't do this! I DIDN'T KILL HER!!"
(TO BE CONTINUED)
