A/N: ok here is a new chapter, not a long one I am afraid, but I have been
really brain dead with this. Which sucks.
Chapter 6 :Torn in your side, huh?
' The next morning, I felt completely irate. Everything from tripping to stubbing my toe, for some reason as was as angry as bee. Yesterday morning I have to admit I was a little on the irritated side, but later on I felt fine, but as soon as I woke up, I was surly on the wrong side of the bed.
Grumbling down the staircase I found Gohan, ChiChi and Goten at the table eating breakfast, probably something gross.'
ChiChi looked up from her fork at Vegetto whom was opening the fridge, "Vegetto dear, there is breakfast on the table."
"I don't feel like eggs," came a mumble from behind the fridge door.
ChiChi glared setting her fork down on the plate, "well excuse me! You eat what I serve, now come on and take a seat," she said patting the chair next to her.
Vegetto didn't remove his head from the fridge, he didn't even bother to answer. To him, ChiChi was just being a nuisance that should best be ignored. ChiChi puffed up in anger, "Goku! Take a seat and eat your lovely breakfast that took me all morning to eat."
Gohan and Goten peeped from behind the bowls and spoons nervously, knowing Vegetto didn't like being called 'Goku' and knew he was already in a bad mood.
Vegetto seemed to feel his flesh twitch when she ordered him, and used the vile name 'Goku.' Standing straight he slammed the fridge shut with the flick of his wrist, then stood staring straight ahead. ChiChi was unaware of his actions and just kept eating when she heard him growl through his teeth.
"Do-not-call-me- GOKU! That name is disgusting and childish!" he the whipped around with clinched fists. ChiChi swirled around in her seat and faced him with irritation.
"That was mt husbands name, and you are in my house so I can call you whatever I want. My gosh, you are as fickle in personality as girl, I swear," ChiChi added turning back to her food.
Vegetto swung his arms and up and tossed back his head, "why is everybody comparing me to a girl," he said below his breathe, then sauntered to his seat and plopped down. Lying his head on his hand he stabbed at his food with his fork, his eyes; half open, lazily gazed about looking from one person to another.
Goten was dancing about in his seat humming a tune while he munched on his eggs with his fingers and then dipping it into his milk. Vegetto felt the upchuck rise in his throat, quickly he switched gaze to Gohan: whom was eating neatly while staring at a piece of paper in his free hands. Probably a study sheet, Vegetto then slightly frowned, scared his eldest son would end up being a giant dork, though...he kinda already was. He then went to ChiChi, his stare turned to a scowl, she was being very womanish today, and he didn't like it one bit.
Looking back down on his eggs he realized they were shredded to bits, yoke in all, that when ChiChi began to speak.
"Oh Goku, I am planning on taking you too driving lessons again, so then maybe you can take the boys in too town when I am busy and get some groceries," she smiled brightly.
"I'm tickled pink," he mumbled sarcastically, finally growing bored of poking his eggs, sitting up he stretched his arms and looked across the table at Gohan.
"Hey Gohan, you wanna go spar for a few hours? I think I am up for fighting bud."
Gohan gave a nervous smile and scratched his head, "ah, sorry dad, but I have school. Remember?"
Vegetto felt he was going to keel out of his chair, 'this just may be the most ridiculous day of his live!'
"You have to be kidding me!" Vegetto hollered rising from his seat, "so what am I supposed to do all day!?! go pick flowers and play a banjo!"
Gohan gave a nervous (and sacred) smile, leaning back in his seat, he knew Vegetto wasn't yelling at him, it was probably mostly aimed at ChiChi.
ChiChi glared up at her 'husband', "no, your going to clean," she stated bluntly.
"I will not do such a thing," he hissed, "women work is not the duty of a Saiyan, not to mention the most powerful person in the world."
"Huh. Is that a fact."
"Why are all you women the same! Bulma and you, good grief!"
Just then ChiChi snapped her eyes open and paused, she couldn't be measured on the same line as Bulma, she shouldn't be making Vegetto mad! (Hmm, must have to do with the plan, *wink wink*) ChiChi flashed Vegetto a 'strange' cheerful smile, making him feel uneisy.
"That's fine, you don't have to clean," her eyes then flashed to Gohan, "Gohan your not going to school today so go train with your dad!"
"Ah?!" all three of them gasped. This wasn't like ChiChi at all!
"Uh, okay," Gohan replied pulling himself from his seat to go change into his gi.
Vegetto looked down at ChiChi, yet didn't smile. He wasn't sure what she was up to, but he didn't like it, no sir eh bob, in fact....it made him more vex.
Vegetto and Gohan ran out the front door and rocketed off into the sky, Goten waddling behind them. Vegetto was excited to finally get a chance to train with his son, he hadn't even fought with anyone since Buu. As for Gohan, he was slightly nervous, these were the two most powerful beings in the universe put together, and half of it was Vegeta, whom wasn't a very merciful fighter, even when it came to just sparing.
Vegetto swung a fist at Gohan, who managed to doge it easily, 'too' easily, only because Vegetto had something on his mind, it was ChiChi's behavior. Something was going on that he didn't know about, and that something was no good, there was no way it could be. When women stir something up, its always fatal.
Gohan was realizing that Vegetto's mind was concentrated on something else, as glad as he was to be able to stay home from school and spar with his dad, he knew they couldn't just keep at it. Smiling with enthusiasm, Gohan stopped his punches and hover backward.
"Why did you stop?" Vegetto asked a little late, seeming to just realize that Gohan had paused.
Gohan held up his hands, "come on dad, your mind is someplace else. Why don't we just go fishing or something?"
Vegetto frowned lightly, fishing didn't sound that fun, he wanted to fight, but it seems Gohan was right. His mind was someplace else. Submitting to Gohan's idea, the three went to go fish.
Vegetto walked through the kitchen and found some left over wild rice, pulling it from its glass container he stuck it in the microwave to reheat. ChiChi was sitting at the kitchen table knitting, eyeing him from blow her brows, she watched him with his back to her. Every once in awhile he would reach up his gloved hand and rub the back of neck and look at the microwave, checking to see how much time was left. A smile caught her face when she could her a soft song coming from him. She could hardly hear it but knew he was singing, it was typical, Goku would sing little folk songs when he would wait, probably to make the time pass or put his mind at ease.
Finally the micro wave beeped, and Vegetto hurried to open it up, ChiChi took her gaze back to her knitting, pulling the hot bowl from the microwave, Vegetto laid it on the counter. Looking through the cabinets he couldn't find a dish in sight.
"Why cant she do the dishes like she is supposed to?" he said under his breathe.
Looking up, on the window seal, he saw a fancy plate on a stand, shrugging he grabbed it up and piled a hep of rice on it, then taking his seat at the table.
ChiChi looked from her knitting to Vegetto's food then squealed.
"What are you doing!!"
Vegetto just looked at her, one of his eyes hidden behind his longest bang, giving her a short shrug he answered causally, "eating."
"No that! That!" she yelled pointing at the plate hidden beneath the rice.
Vegetto cocked his head and tiled up the plate to get a good look at it, not seeing anything wrong he looked over at ChiChi irritated, "and what is the big deal? It's a plate."
ChiChi seemed choked up, laying her hand on her chest, "th- that plate, belonged to my mothers, mothers, mother."
Vegetto just gave her a look, "oh-wow," he said sarcastically.
"Its an antique Vegetto! One that means a lot to me! Its not supposed to meant to eat on!"
"What are you talking about? All it dose it sit at the window and collect dust," he stated raising his voice, he then began to point down at the plate and food with his fork, "I, here, am giving these of crap a use in life! Hold food!"
ChiChi began to fume, she couldn't be sucking up anymore, grabbing up the beautiful china plate with food she smacked it into Vegetto's face.
"This is its use! Smack you in the face!" she barked then pulled the plate away, leaving his face covered in rice, she then took the plate to go rise it off. Vegeta felt his blood begin to boil as he wiped away the rice from his eyes.
This just isn't my day-
A/N: hey, a short chapter! YEY! Sorry you guys, I have my hands full! I started another story! Grr! But I cant help it! Well-please review and tell me what you think.
Chapter 6 :Torn in your side, huh?
' The next morning, I felt completely irate. Everything from tripping to stubbing my toe, for some reason as was as angry as bee. Yesterday morning I have to admit I was a little on the irritated side, but later on I felt fine, but as soon as I woke up, I was surly on the wrong side of the bed.
Grumbling down the staircase I found Gohan, ChiChi and Goten at the table eating breakfast, probably something gross.'
ChiChi looked up from her fork at Vegetto whom was opening the fridge, "Vegetto dear, there is breakfast on the table."
"I don't feel like eggs," came a mumble from behind the fridge door.
ChiChi glared setting her fork down on the plate, "well excuse me! You eat what I serve, now come on and take a seat," she said patting the chair next to her.
Vegetto didn't remove his head from the fridge, he didn't even bother to answer. To him, ChiChi was just being a nuisance that should best be ignored. ChiChi puffed up in anger, "Goku! Take a seat and eat your lovely breakfast that took me all morning to eat."
Gohan and Goten peeped from behind the bowls and spoons nervously, knowing Vegetto didn't like being called 'Goku' and knew he was already in a bad mood.
Vegetto seemed to feel his flesh twitch when she ordered him, and used the vile name 'Goku.' Standing straight he slammed the fridge shut with the flick of his wrist, then stood staring straight ahead. ChiChi was unaware of his actions and just kept eating when she heard him growl through his teeth.
"Do-not-call-me- GOKU! That name is disgusting and childish!" he the whipped around with clinched fists. ChiChi swirled around in her seat and faced him with irritation.
"That was mt husbands name, and you are in my house so I can call you whatever I want. My gosh, you are as fickle in personality as girl, I swear," ChiChi added turning back to her food.
Vegetto swung his arms and up and tossed back his head, "why is everybody comparing me to a girl," he said below his breathe, then sauntered to his seat and plopped down. Lying his head on his hand he stabbed at his food with his fork, his eyes; half open, lazily gazed about looking from one person to another.
Goten was dancing about in his seat humming a tune while he munched on his eggs with his fingers and then dipping it into his milk. Vegetto felt the upchuck rise in his throat, quickly he switched gaze to Gohan: whom was eating neatly while staring at a piece of paper in his free hands. Probably a study sheet, Vegetto then slightly frowned, scared his eldest son would end up being a giant dork, though...he kinda already was. He then went to ChiChi, his stare turned to a scowl, she was being very womanish today, and he didn't like it one bit.
Looking back down on his eggs he realized they were shredded to bits, yoke in all, that when ChiChi began to speak.
"Oh Goku, I am planning on taking you too driving lessons again, so then maybe you can take the boys in too town when I am busy and get some groceries," she smiled brightly.
"I'm tickled pink," he mumbled sarcastically, finally growing bored of poking his eggs, sitting up he stretched his arms and looked across the table at Gohan.
"Hey Gohan, you wanna go spar for a few hours? I think I am up for fighting bud."
Gohan gave a nervous smile and scratched his head, "ah, sorry dad, but I have school. Remember?"
Vegetto felt he was going to keel out of his chair, 'this just may be the most ridiculous day of his live!'
"You have to be kidding me!" Vegetto hollered rising from his seat, "so what am I supposed to do all day!?! go pick flowers and play a banjo!"
Gohan gave a nervous (and sacred) smile, leaning back in his seat, he knew Vegetto wasn't yelling at him, it was probably mostly aimed at ChiChi.
ChiChi glared up at her 'husband', "no, your going to clean," she stated bluntly.
"I will not do such a thing," he hissed, "women work is not the duty of a Saiyan, not to mention the most powerful person in the world."
"Huh. Is that a fact."
"Why are all you women the same! Bulma and you, good grief!"
Just then ChiChi snapped her eyes open and paused, she couldn't be measured on the same line as Bulma, she shouldn't be making Vegetto mad! (Hmm, must have to do with the plan, *wink wink*) ChiChi flashed Vegetto a 'strange' cheerful smile, making him feel uneisy.
"That's fine, you don't have to clean," her eyes then flashed to Gohan, "Gohan your not going to school today so go train with your dad!"
"Ah?!" all three of them gasped. This wasn't like ChiChi at all!
"Uh, okay," Gohan replied pulling himself from his seat to go change into his gi.
Vegetto looked down at ChiChi, yet didn't smile. He wasn't sure what she was up to, but he didn't like it, no sir eh bob, in fact....it made him more vex.
Vegetto and Gohan ran out the front door and rocketed off into the sky, Goten waddling behind them. Vegetto was excited to finally get a chance to train with his son, he hadn't even fought with anyone since Buu. As for Gohan, he was slightly nervous, these were the two most powerful beings in the universe put together, and half of it was Vegeta, whom wasn't a very merciful fighter, even when it came to just sparing.
Vegetto swung a fist at Gohan, who managed to doge it easily, 'too' easily, only because Vegetto had something on his mind, it was ChiChi's behavior. Something was going on that he didn't know about, and that something was no good, there was no way it could be. When women stir something up, its always fatal.
Gohan was realizing that Vegetto's mind was concentrated on something else, as glad as he was to be able to stay home from school and spar with his dad, he knew they couldn't just keep at it. Smiling with enthusiasm, Gohan stopped his punches and hover backward.
"Why did you stop?" Vegetto asked a little late, seeming to just realize that Gohan had paused.
Gohan held up his hands, "come on dad, your mind is someplace else. Why don't we just go fishing or something?"
Vegetto frowned lightly, fishing didn't sound that fun, he wanted to fight, but it seems Gohan was right. His mind was someplace else. Submitting to Gohan's idea, the three went to go fish.
Vegetto walked through the kitchen and found some left over wild rice, pulling it from its glass container he stuck it in the microwave to reheat. ChiChi was sitting at the kitchen table knitting, eyeing him from blow her brows, she watched him with his back to her. Every once in awhile he would reach up his gloved hand and rub the back of neck and look at the microwave, checking to see how much time was left. A smile caught her face when she could her a soft song coming from him. She could hardly hear it but knew he was singing, it was typical, Goku would sing little folk songs when he would wait, probably to make the time pass or put his mind at ease.
Finally the micro wave beeped, and Vegetto hurried to open it up, ChiChi took her gaze back to her knitting, pulling the hot bowl from the microwave, Vegetto laid it on the counter. Looking through the cabinets he couldn't find a dish in sight.
"Why cant she do the dishes like she is supposed to?" he said under his breathe.
Looking up, on the window seal, he saw a fancy plate on a stand, shrugging he grabbed it up and piled a hep of rice on it, then taking his seat at the table.
ChiChi looked from her knitting to Vegetto's food then squealed.
"What are you doing!!"
Vegetto just looked at her, one of his eyes hidden behind his longest bang, giving her a short shrug he answered causally, "eating."
"No that! That!" she yelled pointing at the plate hidden beneath the rice.
Vegetto cocked his head and tiled up the plate to get a good look at it, not seeing anything wrong he looked over at ChiChi irritated, "and what is the big deal? It's a plate."
ChiChi seemed choked up, laying her hand on her chest, "th- that plate, belonged to my mothers, mothers, mother."
Vegetto just gave her a look, "oh-wow," he said sarcastically.
"Its an antique Vegetto! One that means a lot to me! Its not supposed to meant to eat on!"
"What are you talking about? All it dose it sit at the window and collect dust," he stated raising his voice, he then began to point down at the plate and food with his fork, "I, here, am giving these of crap a use in life! Hold food!"
ChiChi began to fume, she couldn't be sucking up anymore, grabbing up the beautiful china plate with food she smacked it into Vegetto's face.
"This is its use! Smack you in the face!" she barked then pulled the plate away, leaving his face covered in rice, she then took the plate to go rise it off. Vegeta felt his blood begin to boil as he wiped away the rice from his eyes.
This just isn't my day-
A/N: hey, a short chapter! YEY! Sorry you guys, I have my hands full! I started another story! Grr! But I cant help it! Well-please review and tell me what you think.