Authors Note: Finally an upadate! I have to apologize to all you Goku
fans, you will see why later. I also have to partially credit this chapter
to the author Wondering Namek; while reading her story I had the strangest
epiphany. Hehehe I lyke friiiiieeends! **demented smile** I have no Idea
where that came from ^_^;;; There might be some OOCness in this chapter,
the whole story for that matter.
Chi-Chi was alone. Ever since her divorce from Goku she had been alone. Thankfully Bulma had been there for her when she needed it most; she even opened her home to her. Everything had been going perfectly fine; of course, Vegeta and her had gotten into a few fights, but nothing she could not handle.
The smell of freshly made pancakes filled the Brief kitchen. Pancakes, eggs, bacon, and toast created an aroma that not even the most disciplined man, or saiyan for that matter could resist. Chi-chi darted from one side of the blue and white counter to the other preparing food for Vegeta, Bulma, Trunks, Geena, Goten, Bra, Pan, Gohan, and Videl. It was Valentines Day, one of the three holidays they managed to spend together. For the special occasion Chi-Chi had made heart-shaped pancakes with bits of cherries in them, she even arranged the eggs so they looked like hearts, no expense could be spared for today.
Everyone was sitting at the round, wooden table in the dining room. Vegeta, Trunks, Gohan, and Goten were leaning out of their beige, cushioned chairs eagerly awaiting breakfast. Among them, none was hungrier than Vegeta, both Bulma and Chi-Chi refused to cook for a week; frankly he had been living off of Frosted Flakes and Ramen noodles, for lack of cooking skills. He could almost feel his stomach shrink during that week; it was a sickening thought to him of anything on his body suddenly shriveling up. Memories of viagra came rushing back to him.
Trunks sat, side by side with Geena, in complete silence. They had been married for five years; she had managed to almost break him with her compulsive spending. Geena with her long, strait blonde hair, huge blue eyes, an motor-powered mouth, would not shut up. She talked to everyone about everything; from how she kept her hair needle strait to how Trunks was in bed. Gohan nodded in agreement with everything she said, hoping she would be quiet if he did. Goten did much the same.
"Like it's so wonderful to be here with the Briefs, we like never ever visit, do we Trunks? Like we should visit more don't you think, Trunks? Yeah we should, shouldn't we! Anyway we were going to paint our house blue, then I decided pink would be like soooo much prettier, but purple sounded just so cool. Finally I settled on magenta. It's like the perfect color, isn't it Trunks? Trunks?"
Trunks snapped out of his dazed state and turned to look at his wife. "Uhh. yeah." He muttered and returned to being a zombie.
'Kami I hate her' Trunks thought 'she's like the thing that won't shut up! She keeps going and going, and going. She's a freaking energizer bunny! I could have picked anyone I wanted to, and I picked her to marry. I must have been drunk when I married her, why else would I do it? Temporary insanity? Maybe the paper work got to me. I can't live the rest of my life with this ignorant bimbo, but I can't bear to hurt her, damnit, I would get myself into this position wouldn't I?
"Like I totally looove your house Mrs. Briefs! It's so beautiful and like gorgeous. How do you keep it so clean and sparkly with Vegeta around?" Geena continued with her high-pitched girly voice.
Vegeta scowled, crossed his arms and stared at the empty spot where his food should be. 'Of all the women out their, my son had to pick the stupid one. Doesn't she know who I am? How dare she talk about me in that tone! Trunks should teach her some respect for the Prince of all Saiyans. Insolent fool.' Vegeta mentally said.
"Hey Vegeta!" Geena chirped in her happiest voice she reserved for Trunks, and ONLY Trunks.
Vegeta looked up. Geena was smiling like a cat on drugs. She was girly, sensitive and downright mindless, which may have been her best quality. Whatever is was, Vegeta could barely stand the mere sight of her; he would rather set his hair on fire and put it out with nitro, than be where he was at that moment.
Vegeta's lip quivered for a moment. He did not want to curse Geena out in front of family and friends, but Kami, how he wanted to. "What?" the word came out as more of a threatening growl than anything.
"Like do you think yellow, lacey curtains with pink and blue frills would match the walls just perfectly? Like I really want to know what you think!" Geena had clasped her hands against her tickle-me-pink overalls and whit blouse. She was beaming with the sickening sweet 'happy happy, joy joy' energy that would make most people vomit.
'She wants to know what I think does she? I think she can go to hell and take her damned curtains with her. If it weren't for the woman I could tell her EXACTLY what I think of the little wench. One day she'll get what she deserves from me. Leeching whore of a bitch.
He clenched his fist hard. There were certain things you never did to Vegeta. One would be asking him to match curtains with walls. In his old age he had calmed down a bit, but his inner fire never diminished; he was still the fierce Prince of Saiyans. He just came in puppy dog version now. By this time everyone was looking at Vegeta, awaiting his answer.
Snapping out of his little daydream Vegeta calmly answered, "I-I think it would." he could hardly speak these words "look." At that moment Bulma kicked him in the shin
".lovely" Vegeta let out an barely audible gasp.
Had he really said. lovely? That horrid little word that he would rather die than be caught saying? Things really had gone to hell lately, and the after effects sucked.
Gohan, Trunks, Bra, Videl, Bulma, Goten, and Pan gawked at Vegeta in pure astonishment. Goten started to crack. A few hoarse chuckles could be heard in the otherwise silent room. Apparently Chi-Chi had heard his little comment to, the smell of burning pancakes enveloped the dining room.
The smoke alarm was the first to break the uneasy quiet of the building. Geena screamed, just as she was expected to do. Vegeta rolled his eyes, Gohan studied how the noise was made, Goten burst out laughing at Geena, Trunks tried to calm his wife, Videl and Bulma sighed, Pan and Bra joined Goten in laughter, and Chi-Chi grabbed the small, red fire extinguisher and let it rip on the blackened pancake.
After the smoke cleared Chi-Chi walked out of the kitchen, her hair frizzled, patients gone, and timer set on her bomb. A puff of smoke insultingly rose behind her; she relaxed herself enough to not explode from un-vented anger "Breakfast. is served." She huffed and stormed back into the kitchen.
A short while later she returned with plate upon plate of pancakes that were artistically stacked on her arms. Chi-Chi wobbled under the weight of the food. She took cautious steps as she progressed toward the awaiting people. Most of them were fixed on the breakfast plates, especially the saiyans.
When Chi-Chi set the plates down, inevitably, Vegeta was the fist to reach for them. Suddenly he was on the floor with a frying pan imbedded in his face. Geena screamed yet again and ran for the bathroom, which she solely thought, was the safest place in the house. "Trunks fetch your wife." Bulma said imperatively as she folded one of the cloth napkins in her lap.
Trunks groaned. He was overjoyed that she was gone, why did he have to be the one to ruin it? Sluggishly he scooted out of his seat and plodded toward the restroom. Meanwhile Chi-Chi brought out a platter of the most delicious smelling bacon you could ever imagine. The large glass plate took up half the table; bacon towered over the top of the plate. Altogether there must have been two feet of nothing but pure bacon.
Chi-Chi disappeared one last time into the kitchen.
~*~*~*
Trunks pounded on the bathroom door. "Geena, Geena get out, you're making a big scene in front of my parents!"
"I'm not coming out, there's a mad women out there, and she killed Vegeta." Geena shrieked, her voice was clouded with sobs.
"Geena." Trunks whined "Vegeta's fine, just a little stunned for the moment. Please just come out and enjoy breakfast for this one day. You won't regret it." Trunks practically begged her.
"I'm not coming out!" She replied in an 'I-will-do-no-such-thing' manor.
Trunks gave up the nice guy attitude. It obviously did not work with her anymore. He re-adjusted his black denim jacket and inhaled deeply. Now was the time to tell her. Yes, the perfect time. "Geena, this isn't working out, we should get divorced. Besides, Vegeta wants to kill you, so it might be in your best interest." Trunks said bluntly, probably too bluntly.
No sound came from the bathroom. Trunks pressed his ear to the door. Inside he could hear the short, shocked gasps of his wife. Ultimately, Geena cried her eyes out. The blaring of her voice carried down the hall to the dining room, making everybody but Vegeta turn to look.
Bulma quietly excused her self. When she arrived at the bathroom door, Trunks was sitting on the white, tiled floor holding his head in his hands. His soft lavender hair was ruffled against the cuff of his sleeve. Intermittent sniffles and whines escaped from the other side of the door. Bulma's motherly instinct kicked in. She knocked on the door gently and said "It's okay, do you want to talk? Can I come in? Everything's okay sweetie."
The door cracked open slightly. "Come in." Geena sniveled.
Bulma gently pushed the door open just enough to get in. She locked the door behind her.
~*~*~
Vegeta returned to the realm of the living. He pushed himself into a sitting position, grabbed onto the frying pan's handle and, with all his might, pulled. The pan was stuck.
A deep growl shot through the pan. Gohan, being the good Samaritan that he was, got out of his chair and assisted Vegeta in freeing his face. Sooner or later Videl and Goten got the bright idea that Vegeta needed all the help he could get. They also joined in, in pulling the frying pan. Vegeta flailed his arms in the air, trying to gesture that he wanted them to stop. This only made them pull harder.
Bra snickered and dug through her woven pink gouache purse. She pulled out a tiny digital camera and shot a picture of Vegeta. Afterward she took several more pictures and returned the camera to its original place.
~*~*~
Chi-Chi finished arranging the scrambled eggs into little heart shapes. Goku use to get so impatient when she would take the time to organize the food; he would act like he was going to die from starvation, and flop over on the old blue patterned couch with his legs draped limply over the arm. Kami, she missed his funny little mannerisms now days. It was too late to feel sorry now though. Goku had been missing for three years, the chance he was going to show up now was slim, but he always managed to pull off miraculous things in the past. Maybe today he would show up, just for her.
Disheatendly Chi-Chi carried two plates of heart-shaped eggs to the table, then went back for ten more. She made no note of Vegeta's struggle with the frying pan of DOOM. When all the plates were set in their correct spots she looked at Vegeta. Butter was smeared all over his hair. Pan was still rubbing the substance in as the others desperately tried to pry the stubborn pan off.
Vegeta had, had enough. With a quick motion of his hand he succeeded in throwing Gohan and the rest off of his face. The frying pan simply fell off after than. In a fit of rage Vegeta threw the pan down the hall into the bathroom.
Chi-Chi sighed, it was going to be a long day.
~*~*~
Trunks practically jumped out of his skin as the pan impacted with the door. A flurry of thoughts went through his mind in a split second. Was Bulma okay? Did the renege pan kill his wife? Who the hell through it? He was jarred out of his thinking by a bone-chilling scream, followed by the chanting of 'Oh my Kami!'
Heroically, Trunks slammed the door open, breaking it off of the hinges. Instantaneously he covered his eyes. The horror, the horror! They were having. facials! It was like Spaced Invaders!
Bulma was furious "What did I tell you about coming in the bathroom without knocking? Kami, your father does that! Get out, GET OUT!" The last words echoed all around Capsule Corp.
~*~*~
Trunks came barreling down the to the dining room, what he saw stopped him in his tracks. Vegeta was covered head to toe in butter, as was Pan, Gohan, and Goten. Chi-Chi had seemingly given up, and sat down at the table to eat her breakfast in minimal peace. Videl, and Bra sat at the table with her, trying to maintain what little decency was left.
Minuets later Bulma waltzed in, the fury of Hell blazed in her eyes, curlers in her hair, and green facial cream on her face.
"What the Hell is going on here?" She yelled at the top of her lungs " Gohan, Goten, sit your sorry punk asses down at the table and eat the food Chi-Chi prepared so nicely for us! Have you no respect?. Vegeta" she stated serenely "You're coming with me."
Bulma dragged Vegeta by the collar of his White T-shirt and vanished down a large corridor. Feminine screaming was heard for miles around; then Vegeta re-appeared, clean and shaved, and sat down at the table without saying a word.
Bulma and Geena also appeared, clean and refreshed, and joined their friends at the table. "Now, we are going to have a civilized breakfast like a family should." Bulma demanded
"You're saying that Kakarott's brats are my family?" Vegeta snapped.
Bulma shot him a look that could kill. "Yes." She said curtly, "We are all family, and you're going to like it, okay!" There was no further discussion. Everybody ate their food, no objections, and no comments.
Chi-Chi was alone. Ever since her divorce from Goku she had been alone. Thankfully Bulma had been there for her when she needed it most; she even opened her home to her. Everything had been going perfectly fine; of course, Vegeta and her had gotten into a few fights, but nothing she could not handle.
The smell of freshly made pancakes filled the Brief kitchen. Pancakes, eggs, bacon, and toast created an aroma that not even the most disciplined man, or saiyan for that matter could resist. Chi-chi darted from one side of the blue and white counter to the other preparing food for Vegeta, Bulma, Trunks, Geena, Goten, Bra, Pan, Gohan, and Videl. It was Valentines Day, one of the three holidays they managed to spend together. For the special occasion Chi-Chi had made heart-shaped pancakes with bits of cherries in them, she even arranged the eggs so they looked like hearts, no expense could be spared for today.
Everyone was sitting at the round, wooden table in the dining room. Vegeta, Trunks, Gohan, and Goten were leaning out of their beige, cushioned chairs eagerly awaiting breakfast. Among them, none was hungrier than Vegeta, both Bulma and Chi-Chi refused to cook for a week; frankly he had been living off of Frosted Flakes and Ramen noodles, for lack of cooking skills. He could almost feel his stomach shrink during that week; it was a sickening thought to him of anything on his body suddenly shriveling up. Memories of viagra came rushing back to him.
Trunks sat, side by side with Geena, in complete silence. They had been married for five years; she had managed to almost break him with her compulsive spending. Geena with her long, strait blonde hair, huge blue eyes, an motor-powered mouth, would not shut up. She talked to everyone about everything; from how she kept her hair needle strait to how Trunks was in bed. Gohan nodded in agreement with everything she said, hoping she would be quiet if he did. Goten did much the same.
"Like it's so wonderful to be here with the Briefs, we like never ever visit, do we Trunks? Like we should visit more don't you think, Trunks? Yeah we should, shouldn't we! Anyway we were going to paint our house blue, then I decided pink would be like soooo much prettier, but purple sounded just so cool. Finally I settled on magenta. It's like the perfect color, isn't it Trunks? Trunks?"
Trunks snapped out of his dazed state and turned to look at his wife. "Uhh. yeah." He muttered and returned to being a zombie.
'Kami I hate her' Trunks thought 'she's like the thing that won't shut up! She keeps going and going, and going. She's a freaking energizer bunny! I could have picked anyone I wanted to, and I picked her to marry. I must have been drunk when I married her, why else would I do it? Temporary insanity? Maybe the paper work got to me. I can't live the rest of my life with this ignorant bimbo, but I can't bear to hurt her, damnit, I would get myself into this position wouldn't I?
"Like I totally looove your house Mrs. Briefs! It's so beautiful and like gorgeous. How do you keep it so clean and sparkly with Vegeta around?" Geena continued with her high-pitched girly voice.
Vegeta scowled, crossed his arms and stared at the empty spot where his food should be. 'Of all the women out their, my son had to pick the stupid one. Doesn't she know who I am? How dare she talk about me in that tone! Trunks should teach her some respect for the Prince of all Saiyans. Insolent fool.' Vegeta mentally said.
"Hey Vegeta!" Geena chirped in her happiest voice she reserved for Trunks, and ONLY Trunks.
Vegeta looked up. Geena was smiling like a cat on drugs. She was girly, sensitive and downright mindless, which may have been her best quality. Whatever is was, Vegeta could barely stand the mere sight of her; he would rather set his hair on fire and put it out with nitro, than be where he was at that moment.
Vegeta's lip quivered for a moment. He did not want to curse Geena out in front of family and friends, but Kami, how he wanted to. "What?" the word came out as more of a threatening growl than anything.
"Like do you think yellow, lacey curtains with pink and blue frills would match the walls just perfectly? Like I really want to know what you think!" Geena had clasped her hands against her tickle-me-pink overalls and whit blouse. She was beaming with the sickening sweet 'happy happy, joy joy' energy that would make most people vomit.
'She wants to know what I think does she? I think she can go to hell and take her damned curtains with her. If it weren't for the woman I could tell her EXACTLY what I think of the little wench. One day she'll get what she deserves from me. Leeching whore of a bitch.
He clenched his fist hard. There were certain things you never did to Vegeta. One would be asking him to match curtains with walls. In his old age he had calmed down a bit, but his inner fire never diminished; he was still the fierce Prince of Saiyans. He just came in puppy dog version now. By this time everyone was looking at Vegeta, awaiting his answer.
Snapping out of his little daydream Vegeta calmly answered, "I-I think it would." he could hardly speak these words "look." At that moment Bulma kicked him in the shin
".lovely" Vegeta let out an barely audible gasp.
Had he really said. lovely? That horrid little word that he would rather die than be caught saying? Things really had gone to hell lately, and the after effects sucked.
Gohan, Trunks, Bra, Videl, Bulma, Goten, and Pan gawked at Vegeta in pure astonishment. Goten started to crack. A few hoarse chuckles could be heard in the otherwise silent room. Apparently Chi-Chi had heard his little comment to, the smell of burning pancakes enveloped the dining room.
The smoke alarm was the first to break the uneasy quiet of the building. Geena screamed, just as she was expected to do. Vegeta rolled his eyes, Gohan studied how the noise was made, Goten burst out laughing at Geena, Trunks tried to calm his wife, Videl and Bulma sighed, Pan and Bra joined Goten in laughter, and Chi-Chi grabbed the small, red fire extinguisher and let it rip on the blackened pancake.
After the smoke cleared Chi-Chi walked out of the kitchen, her hair frizzled, patients gone, and timer set on her bomb. A puff of smoke insultingly rose behind her; she relaxed herself enough to not explode from un-vented anger "Breakfast. is served." She huffed and stormed back into the kitchen.
A short while later she returned with plate upon plate of pancakes that were artistically stacked on her arms. Chi-Chi wobbled under the weight of the food. She took cautious steps as she progressed toward the awaiting people. Most of them were fixed on the breakfast plates, especially the saiyans.
When Chi-Chi set the plates down, inevitably, Vegeta was the fist to reach for them. Suddenly he was on the floor with a frying pan imbedded in his face. Geena screamed yet again and ran for the bathroom, which she solely thought, was the safest place in the house. "Trunks fetch your wife." Bulma said imperatively as she folded one of the cloth napkins in her lap.
Trunks groaned. He was overjoyed that she was gone, why did he have to be the one to ruin it? Sluggishly he scooted out of his seat and plodded toward the restroom. Meanwhile Chi-Chi brought out a platter of the most delicious smelling bacon you could ever imagine. The large glass plate took up half the table; bacon towered over the top of the plate. Altogether there must have been two feet of nothing but pure bacon.
Chi-Chi disappeared one last time into the kitchen.
~*~*~*
Trunks pounded on the bathroom door. "Geena, Geena get out, you're making a big scene in front of my parents!"
"I'm not coming out, there's a mad women out there, and she killed Vegeta." Geena shrieked, her voice was clouded with sobs.
"Geena." Trunks whined "Vegeta's fine, just a little stunned for the moment. Please just come out and enjoy breakfast for this one day. You won't regret it." Trunks practically begged her.
"I'm not coming out!" She replied in an 'I-will-do-no-such-thing' manor.
Trunks gave up the nice guy attitude. It obviously did not work with her anymore. He re-adjusted his black denim jacket and inhaled deeply. Now was the time to tell her. Yes, the perfect time. "Geena, this isn't working out, we should get divorced. Besides, Vegeta wants to kill you, so it might be in your best interest." Trunks said bluntly, probably too bluntly.
No sound came from the bathroom. Trunks pressed his ear to the door. Inside he could hear the short, shocked gasps of his wife. Ultimately, Geena cried her eyes out. The blaring of her voice carried down the hall to the dining room, making everybody but Vegeta turn to look.
Bulma quietly excused her self. When she arrived at the bathroom door, Trunks was sitting on the white, tiled floor holding his head in his hands. His soft lavender hair was ruffled against the cuff of his sleeve. Intermittent sniffles and whines escaped from the other side of the door. Bulma's motherly instinct kicked in. She knocked on the door gently and said "It's okay, do you want to talk? Can I come in? Everything's okay sweetie."
The door cracked open slightly. "Come in." Geena sniveled.
Bulma gently pushed the door open just enough to get in. She locked the door behind her.
~*~*~
Vegeta returned to the realm of the living. He pushed himself into a sitting position, grabbed onto the frying pan's handle and, with all his might, pulled. The pan was stuck.
A deep growl shot through the pan. Gohan, being the good Samaritan that he was, got out of his chair and assisted Vegeta in freeing his face. Sooner or later Videl and Goten got the bright idea that Vegeta needed all the help he could get. They also joined in, in pulling the frying pan. Vegeta flailed his arms in the air, trying to gesture that he wanted them to stop. This only made them pull harder.
Bra snickered and dug through her woven pink gouache purse. She pulled out a tiny digital camera and shot a picture of Vegeta. Afterward she took several more pictures and returned the camera to its original place.
~*~*~
Chi-Chi finished arranging the scrambled eggs into little heart shapes. Goku use to get so impatient when she would take the time to organize the food; he would act like he was going to die from starvation, and flop over on the old blue patterned couch with his legs draped limply over the arm. Kami, she missed his funny little mannerisms now days. It was too late to feel sorry now though. Goku had been missing for three years, the chance he was going to show up now was slim, but he always managed to pull off miraculous things in the past. Maybe today he would show up, just for her.
Disheatendly Chi-Chi carried two plates of heart-shaped eggs to the table, then went back for ten more. She made no note of Vegeta's struggle with the frying pan of DOOM. When all the plates were set in their correct spots she looked at Vegeta. Butter was smeared all over his hair. Pan was still rubbing the substance in as the others desperately tried to pry the stubborn pan off.
Vegeta had, had enough. With a quick motion of his hand he succeeded in throwing Gohan and the rest off of his face. The frying pan simply fell off after than. In a fit of rage Vegeta threw the pan down the hall into the bathroom.
Chi-Chi sighed, it was going to be a long day.
~*~*~
Trunks practically jumped out of his skin as the pan impacted with the door. A flurry of thoughts went through his mind in a split second. Was Bulma okay? Did the renege pan kill his wife? Who the hell through it? He was jarred out of his thinking by a bone-chilling scream, followed by the chanting of 'Oh my Kami!'
Heroically, Trunks slammed the door open, breaking it off of the hinges. Instantaneously he covered his eyes. The horror, the horror! They were having. facials! It was like Spaced Invaders!
Bulma was furious "What did I tell you about coming in the bathroom without knocking? Kami, your father does that! Get out, GET OUT!" The last words echoed all around Capsule Corp.
~*~*~
Trunks came barreling down the to the dining room, what he saw stopped him in his tracks. Vegeta was covered head to toe in butter, as was Pan, Gohan, and Goten. Chi-Chi had seemingly given up, and sat down at the table to eat her breakfast in minimal peace. Videl, and Bra sat at the table with her, trying to maintain what little decency was left.
Minuets later Bulma waltzed in, the fury of Hell blazed in her eyes, curlers in her hair, and green facial cream on her face.
"What the Hell is going on here?" She yelled at the top of her lungs " Gohan, Goten, sit your sorry punk asses down at the table and eat the food Chi-Chi prepared so nicely for us! Have you no respect?. Vegeta" she stated serenely "You're coming with me."
Bulma dragged Vegeta by the collar of his White T-shirt and vanished down a large corridor. Feminine screaming was heard for miles around; then Vegeta re-appeared, clean and shaved, and sat down at the table without saying a word.
Bulma and Geena also appeared, clean and refreshed, and joined their friends at the table. "Now, we are going to have a civilized breakfast like a family should." Bulma demanded
"You're saying that Kakarott's brats are my family?" Vegeta snapped.
Bulma shot him a look that could kill. "Yes." She said curtly, "We are all family, and you're going to like it, okay!" There was no further discussion. Everybody ate their food, no objections, and no comments.
