Hi minna!

SilverInochi here, sending her greatest apologies for not working on this fic in forever. I will tell you that I have a fic in for the contest on Panabelle's page, and possibly Presea's too. You'll get the fic on Christmas Eve. So watch for my name at the end of one of them!

Review please.... please please....

Disclaimer: This is ChiChi's chapter. ChiChi and her friends belong to the dude who made DBZ. Not me.

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There could be finer things in life I assume. And sure, the typical person may say the only reason most people fear me would be because I'm stressed. I'm sure I am stressed. My husband has a head over-flowing with pink clouds. My son is very smart, but I fear he may be smart to the point where smart is a bad thing (As in geek). My other son takes after his father, and will forever be a child. My daughter-in-law is very fiery, nice, but hot tempered. My niece doesn't care about rules. My other daughter-in-law is the daughter of my best friend and my husband's worst enemy. No, there is no reason for my stress.

As much as I hate to admit it. As much as it shows. As often as I sit and deny it. As often as I sit and admit it. As much as my husband pins me to our bed and forces me to admit it. As often as my Granddaughter tells me. As often as my daughter-in-law rolls her eyes. As often as I think about it...

I think I may have pushed Gohan too hard.

I didn't mean too! I wanted Gohan to be a bright young boy. I loved his father's arrogance, and that unshakable childishness was adorable. But let's face it, you can only have ice cream so many times before you get sick of it! My goal, my operative, my mission was to keep Gohan from becoming that. He needed to be smart. He needed to have another reason in life other than fighting. There were many things he needed.

And now, what he needs, he certainly can't have. But I believe that this is just the beginning. Or it could turn out much like when you're obsessed with something. You have withdrawals at first, and then you get used to it, and never want it back. But I was the one who figured least that anything would change. Goku had gone years without. Nothing would change about just a few months! He could consider it to be like on a mission to Namek. Sure, you're stuck in a stuffy little spaceship that's badly decorated for a while, but you eventually get to your destination.

But I could've always been wrong.

And boy was I ever! Goku'd trained a few days. Wow! Surprise, ne? Then he sat around moping a few days. And then, well... then the unthinkable happened. Bulma believes it was a bad chemical reaction in the brain. Bra thinks he was bored. Videl thinks he wanted to be helpful. Pan thinks it's funny! My husband. Son Goku, as in, macho, He-man fighter club Goku... oh... it's just so... He cleaned.

I know! I know! I was just as shocked as you are! Goku! My Goku! Cleaning! I almost called the World Record people! Actually, I did, but they laughed at me. They didn't seem to believe that a formally dead man was cleaning my house. According to Bra, this happened at first to Goten... but I dunno about that. I find that harder to believe than Goku.

Anyway, I'm getting off track. Goku was cleaning with the vacuum. Rubbing it mercilessly over the carpet, as he'd (I'd later find out) seen me do a million times before. I watched from the doorway. He didn't notice me at first I suppose, because he suddenly became very surprised and very determined at the same time.

He'd cleaned up to a a corner, and this corner was particularly difficult to vacuum with the nozzle he'd been using. Never fear though! He smiled back at me, bending over and holding the uncovered hose at his waist, digging through the box to find the correct topper. I gestured my hand to encourage him, for he'd been doing a good job. The look on his face turned to horror however, and for a moment I thought I'd accidentally given him the finger!

"Goku!" I said, alarmed by his frightened expression, "Goku! What's wrong?!"

"It's stuck..." he said, holding the hose in both hands, and a terrified expression ridden all over her face, "It's stuck and I can't move it..." he muttered, in complete fear. I looked shocked at first. He gotten the hose stuck? How many people actually manage that? Then again, this was Goku we were talking about...

"Okay Goku, let me see..." I said calmly approaching him, as if a mere touch would set him off. "It'll be okay Goku... I'll make it all better..." I extended one hand to get to the hose, slightly afraid of his reactions. "I just have to give it a little tug and it'll be just-"

"No!" he yelled, bending over further and holding his hands over the hose once more, "Do. not. touch. it." he ordered, staring me in the face, "leave. it. alone." he shuffled his feet so he would be facing the wall, "Any pulling of it many cause much pain," he informed me sternly, and yet, intelligently, "too much pain!"

Now I know what you're thinking. This can't be right. The infamous Goku, savior of the world so many times, afraid of a little pain?! What's this world coming to? Most men wouldn't want any woman doing this either. I know Vegeta wouldn't. Gohan would blush at the mere thought of even mentioning that he'd gotten a vacuum hose stuck. Goten might let you. Trunks wouldn't tell you. He'd sit there for days, and even if he had to go to work, he'd go clad in a vacuum hose.

At the thought of Gohan, I decided to call my son. Perhaps he could get his father to stand up straight and let us remove the stupid thing. Gohan was a smart boy. He admired his dad, he wouldn't want him to be doing this to himself. I backed away from Goku slowly, smiling warmly, "Okay Goku... you stay right there... don't move a muscle..."

And I was off! I dashed into the kitchen, where Goku wouldn't be able to hear me, not even with that damned Saiya-jin hearing. I reached out for the phone, bringing it into me, and for the first time, I started to laugh. This was too much. Maybe it was a you-had-to-be-there moment, but it made me laugh beyond all thought. There was Goku, in the living room, with a hose stuck to him! And in such a place... Goku, didn't anyone ever tell you to be careful?!

I dialed my son, feeling he'd know what to do, "Gohan!" I said as he answered the phone, "Gohan!" I repeated, "You and Videl have to come over right away! Goku has an emergency!" My son's voice was panicked as he asked why they had to come. If it was so bad, he didn't want to see, "Nonsense Gohan. You need to help you father, and I need Videl here..." I started to giggle again, "as a witness!"

Gohan was puzzled, but told me he'd be there shortly. I sat next to Goku on the couch and waited patiently. Goku kept looking at me, as if begging me to do something. I answered his plea nonchalantly, "If I can't even touch the hose Goku, I can't do anything to help you. It's either you let me touch it, or you sit there with a hose on for the rest of your life."

"ChiChi," Goku murmured, "it hurts anyway."

Before I could respond my door burst open to reveal my son, in a horrorstricken expression, standing in the doorway. He came rushing in, with a very confused Videl right behind him. He made his way quickly to the living room, somehow managing to run into a table along the way, "Dad!" he shouted, "Dad are you- How the hell did you do that?!"

Videl looked timidly out from behind him, a smile quickly spreading across her features. She placed a hand over her mouth, trying her best to keep form laughing out loud. I noticed her cling to Gohan's back to stay standing, and immediately disappearing behind his back. I could still hear her laughing minutes later, by that time, I'd assumed, she was trying to figure out how Goku'd gotten a hose stuck there.

Even my dear Gohan looked as if someone speaking would make his burst into a flood of laughs.

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By the time dinner came around, the whole clan was there. Even Piccolo. We all sat there in a circle around my hubby, wondering what we were going to do with him. Goku still looked like a deer staring into the headlights of a minivan.

Videl was laughing softly into a Kleenex in the corner of the room. She'd calmed down for a while, but she couldn't help but take up laughing again when the Briefs' walked in, and stared at Goku for over fifteen minutes. She was trying not to, I could tell, but it was no avail.

Gohan was watching his father with a worried look. He'd become concerned as soon as he'd calmed himself from his urge to laugh hysterically. He was, I assume, trying to think of a way to get his dad out of this terrible disposition without causing too much damage, unlike Piccolo's suggestion of just ki blasting it off. Gohan had been the first to point out that the disappearance of important body parts would certainly be removed with that course of action.

Bulma found this whole situation very intriguing. She'd started taking notes as soon as she's come to our house. Well, she did after she screamed at Vegeta for wearing his pink boa into the house. She'd exclaimed how stupid he looked with a bunch of pink feathers surrounding his face. I'd asked her were he'd gotten such an ugly thing, she'd told me he found it in Bra's old toy box.

Vegeta laughed too. He didn't try and be polite and muffle it as best he could. He saw my poor Goku, and shouted, "Look at Kakarott! Look at him! Finally denounced to the role of a common housewife! A mere woman!" Several people decided to make it a point that he was the one who walked in there looking like a drag queen. He'd didn't appreciate it too much. I have no idea why...

Krillin found it very amusing. But he felt sorry for his friend. His wife said he'd had it coming. Marron started to cry. Uubu'd come with him, and he leaped to his old teacher, grabbing the hose and almost pulling for Goku started to scream for him to stop. He'd backed away and sat with Marron in the corner, they both felt miserable for their old friend.

Trunks didn't laugh in fact. He took this very seriously. And for sometime, I almost wondered if the same thing had happened to him at some point! He started suggesting solutions right away. Everyone added their two cents to his ideas, because they got more and more off the wall with everyone he'd mentioned.

Pan was in the back room. As soon as she saw her Grandfather her eyes filled up with tears. Everyone had thought that she would cry like her friend Marron had, but instead, she threw herself the floor laughing, "Grandpa! What the hell did you do?! Didn't Grandma tell you not to mess with electrical appliances?!"

I have no doubt that this was the most embarrassing moment in Goku's life. He looked like he was on the verge of tears. I patted his back helpfully, "No worries Goku. Goten and Bra aren't here yet. Maybe... err... Bra can help you." He let out a soft howl, and I figured I wasn't helping too much.

"Anyone around? What seems to be the dilemma?" Bra asked as they walked into the room. Bra froze like a stone, and Goten walked closer, picking up a spoon. He came closer to his father, holding the spoon in front of him, and poking him in the head.

"Who are you and what have you done with my father?" he asked, his eyes going from person to person, each one shrugging when they made eye contact.

"Goten," I said, in slight hopes that he may know what to do, "Your dad has gotten the hose of the vacuum caught on...himself... and he don't know how to get it off, " my eyes pleaded with him, because if we didn't solve this, I'd have to be up with Goku all night, "Do you have any ideas?"

Goten paced around his father slowly, taking in the sight from every ange. He rubbed his chin as he walked, looking sternly at each of us. He serious face coming into a smile, "Unplug it."

"HUH?"

Goten started laughing, "This is the no-sound vacuum Gohan and I got Mom last Christmas. You can't hear it making that sucking noise. If you turn off the vacuum, and pull off the hose, Dad'll be fine." He informed us, then he turned to me, "So, when's dinner?"

Some things have the stupidest solutions.

That's that,

ChiChi

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Again, I'm SO sorry! I will never never never have that long of a gab between chapters! Never never never!

The next chapter is going to be in interlude- Month 1 is up.

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Ino.