What Happened Father? - Chapter 5
. . . . . . .
"I am NOT wearing THAT!" exclaimed the saiyan warrior as he gawked at the orange material. He held up his old orange colored gi with two fingers. It was hideous! It was so BRIGHT! A saiyan warrior never wore colors that blinded his opponents! He threw the garment to the other side of the room stubbornly. He crossed his arms, "There is NO way in the universe that I am wearing THAT thing!"
Chichi shook her head as she walked over to where the gi was thrown and picked it up. She turned back to him holding the outfit in her arms. "But Goku-"
"And STOP calling me Goku!" he snarled at the woman. "My name is KAKAROT for the millionth time!" he shouted back at her. Chichi gave her husband the meanest glare she could muster up and began to poke her husband on his muscled chest.
"Look here Mister!" she stated angrily, "You will WEAR this outfit even if it KILLS you!" She shoved it back into the warrior's arms and placed her hands on her hips. "Now please cooperate... I don't want our son to become rebellious because his father was being very stubborn!" The glare remained on Goku's face, and didn't show signs of ceasing.
Kakarot loved this! This woman had fire in her spirit, and she never seemed to bore him as they had these petty fights. She did seem to be the perfect mate for him... and she even claimed to be his! He mentally shook it off. This woman was changing him in a way unknown to him, and he was slowly becoming attached to her. A month before, when he first met Chichi, he knew she would die... soon. She was most defiantly going to pay for all of the ear damage she caused him. But is seemed that her son, Gohan, had prevented any attacks on his mother by taking the blows aimed for her or picking a fight with the elder saiyan. Gohan. He was a strong boy. Too strong for his age; the saiyan could admit to that. But there was something about Gohan. Kakarot couldn't quite place a finger on it... Oh well... it didn't matter, right?
"Fine," muttered the saiyan as Chichi squealed in delight. She then handed him a set of shoes, and a blue shirt, along with some sweat guard wristbands. They all fell into his grip, and the weight was tremendous! He looked at it for a moment before looking to Chichi who was wiping her hands from dust. She gave a small smirk as she turned around tossing a few stray locks of hair behind her shoulder. The saiyan smirked as she walked out watching her leave the room, which he was assigned to a room, just weeks before, at the Capsule Corp home. He set the clothes on the bed, watching it make a huge dent due to its weight. He looked around are for a brief moment.
This place wasn't half bad... he got a nice room, a warm comfy bed, hot meals that would please his huge appetite. It was a complete contrast from the old worn out cots of Frieza's space station, or the dirt floor of an earth he was to purge, even down to the meals that he would receive. Most of the time it was of what he hunted, or something very unappetizing at the space station which was given in small quantities... But now he would be moving to a new place, the woman's house.
Kakarot looked to his writs. These ki-controlling bands had been created to prevent the saiyan warrior from attacking anyone to the brink of death, and from the Z warriors. Kakarot had insisted on wearing his saiyan uniform, but the moment those words came out of his lips Bulma grabbed the clothes and burned them. So, he had been stuck wearing a ridiculous wardrobe. He ripped off the lime-green button down shirt from his muscular body and picked up the blue weighted shirt. Anyone who may have been in the room at the time would have noticed the war scars that were displayed on his back and torso. Many lashes and burn marks had blemished his once perfect skin; he was indeed a lucky warrior to have survived this far. The shirt came over the saiyans' head and he could immediately feel the weight over his shoulders. He smirked; at these clothes could help him to remain strong no thanks to the planets weak gravity. He also ripped off the khaki colored pants leaving him in only boxers. The saiyan warrior looked to the orange gi, and involuntarily shivered at the sight. However he managed to put on the orange gi. He would most defiantly have to talk to Chichi about getting something more muted in color... maybe a faded green would work nicely... He placed the weight wristbands on; a few ten-pound weights wouldn't hurt. And finally, the shoes, the most heavy of all the clothes he was given. He couldn't help but stumble for a few moments as he tried to walk in them.
'Boy do I have weak ankles...' thought Kakarot as he sat on the bed. The last thing sitting on the bed was the sash to hold the training gi in place. He grabbed it and quickly wrapped it around his waist and stood up. He looked at himself up and down. 'Not bad...' he had indeed dressed himself to the presentable level. And he looked around to find a mirror. It took a while due to the fact that this room was HUGE, and had many doors... He finally found the door to the bathroom and twisted the knob. Clicking the light on he was surprised at what he saw.
He touched his face, and shook his head. "I look EXACTLY like that Goku guy..." he muttered. Chichi had brought in a photo album just last week and showed him a few pictures of the past. Of course most of them were of Gohan as a child and some of their friends... but as they went to the back of the book, the pictures got older and the people in the pictures looked younger... He had turned the page to the photo album once more to find the cheerful man in the orange gi that had haunted him in his dreams. Years had he haunted him, and here he was in the pictures. He clinched his teeth and was just about to burn the album when Chichi placed a calming hand on his palm. She looked up at him and he looked back at her. She looked hurt and she pleaded for him to not burn it. Her excuse was 'it was all she had left of her husband', and he seemed to respect that.
"I look TOO much like that man..." he mumbled under his breath as he ran a hand thru his hair. "And it was taken over ten years ago..." Kakarot noticed a feint scar on his left cheek, and he gently touched it. He growled, "But I can't be him." He rammed a fist into the glass mirror. Thousands of pieces were shattered from the one sheet that once covered the wall and some of the bigger jagged pieces sliced his flesh as may foreign warriors had done before. The pain was an old friend that he hadn't seen in a while. He always welcomed it. It seemed to comfort him in a sick, but strange way... but he didn't seem to welcome it this time. The blood flowed from his arms, and small cuts were on the saiyan's face was showing. His face began to burn and he couldn't help but touch the now raw skin. He looked around the now glass covered room for a washcloth. He couldn't go walking around worrying the woman. He had enough earaches from her screeching. . . . . .
. . . . .
Chichi and Bulma sat in the kitchen chatting away. The subject was mainly about how happy Chichi was to have her husband back.
"Oh! I'm so happy that he's finally coming home!" she exclaimed wiping a tear that had fallen from her now watery eyes. She couldn't help but give a contented sigh as she placed her elbows on the table and her chin resting on her up turned palms. "I've been dreaming of this day!"
Bulma gave a genuine smile as she leaned back in her seat, "So, are you ready to take on the responsibility on feeding and caring for another saiyan? That must be a big job!"
Chichi nodded as she closed her eyes, "I think of it as a privilege to be serving my husband once more..."
"But he doesn't remember you! No offence... but it must seem strange for him as his long, lost, unknown wife throws herself at him..." explained Bulma. Chichi opened her eyes with a glare facing at her friend. She then turned her head up and crossed her arms.
"Trust me, it won't sound so weird if you had gone thru what I had for the past ten years!" she stated turned back to Bulma, "And trust me... I will try and find a way to get my old Goku to come out of that war torn saiyan he has become!"
"Ahem..."
Both women turned around in their chairs to face the doorway. There stood Kakarot with a smirk on his lips as he noticed the two women's gawking faces. He slowly walked up to the two women, and sat in his normal eating-place at the table. It so happened to be the chair beside Chichi's.
His smirk didn't waver. "Like what you see?" he asked. Bulma forced her jaw to close as Chichi looked her husband up and down. Raising a brow she looked back up to face him.
"It doesn't look like you have changed at all from the past ten years..." the black haired woman muttered as she looked back to her husbands' gaze.
"Oh? I haven't changed?" asked Kakarot slowly as he slightly scooted closer to his wife.
Chichi crossed her arms and shook her head but paused; it soon turned into a nod. "You have changed... And that attitude needs to go! But..." Looking over him once more from the torso up she gave a small smile, "You've gained much muscle mass..." He gave a small chuckle.
"It's nice to know you can state the obvious," was his reply as he edged closer to her. Chichi gave a small glare to the saiyan warrior; he just insulted her and she didn't like it one bit! She turned her head from her husband allowing Bulma to speak during that time.
Kakarot inwardly had a wide smirk. She was the perfect one... He LOVED her temper, she was attractive... but she had been with another man. Her son had proved that, but she continued to claim that he was her husband, what ever that was, and that he was Gohan's father. But there were times that he had to pause... What if he was the kid's father? He looked to Chichi who seemed to be laughing at something her friend stated. He could tell Gohan was her son, and the boy was incredibly strong. His strength was incredible for a boy his age. If the teen were his son, he would be very proud of him, very proud indeed.
Kakarot scooted his chair closer to Chichi's; very close he was... Just a few more inches and his breath would have been able to be felt of the woman's neck. He paused when Gohan raced into the room sliding on the tiled floor. A look of sheer panic was in place. Both women turned to the teen blinking.
"BULMA! QUICK! I need you to see something!" he exclaimed almost panting for any air that might have been needed. The scientist eyed the teen, as the urgent look remained on his face.
"What's wrong?" she asked, "Did someone get hurt?"
Gohan shook his head. "No, but I need you to check something in the lab for me! Quick!" he exclaimed running out of the room once again. Bulma sighed shaking her head as she turned back to Chichi and Kakarot.
"I'm sorry... I'll be back in a few moments..." with that she got out of her seat and ran out to follow the teen. There was complete silence for a few moments till Chichi gave a small growl and placed her chin on an upturned palm. Turning to her right to face the saiyan once more, she gasped as she came face and face with him. Only inches apart were their faces. They just seemed to stare at each other for the moment, and Chichi couldn't help let a blush cover her face. She tried to force her eyes from the man before her, but her grabbed her chin gently and gave a small smile as he brought her lips to meet his. . . . . .
. . . . .
Bulma rushed into the lab, and Gohan was sitting at one of the main computers that patrolled outer space shaking his head. He looked up to Bulma as she walked over to the teen.
"What is it that you've found?" she asked him. Looking over his shoulder she gazed at the screen, all she saw were symbols. She looked down to him tilting an eyebrow up. "What's the meaning of this?"
The teen couldn't help but gulp as he ran a hand threw his messy locks of hair. "Well... as you see..." he started off, "I was checking to see if there were any troubles in our galaxy due to the fact NASA had just sent out a spaceship... and I was sending messages to the ship. They replied back... and this was how it was for a while..." Bulma crossed her arms as she glared at him.
"You brought me down here to inform me about the messages you sent to the space ship?! I thought something was wrong!" she shouted back at him. Gohan couldn't help but slightly wince at Bulma's tone of voice. He wasn't one who liked to get yelled at.
"Wait! Wait!" he exclaimed waving his arms around, "You didn't let me finish!" The scientist eyed him as if telling him to go on. He looked back to the screen and continued, "Anyways... as I sent them another message, it seemed that another ship in the galaxy had gotten my message too..."
The blue haired woman couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, "Another ship?" Gohan nodded. Bulma placed a finger on her chin as she thought.
"If you wouldn't mind me asking... what was your conversation about?" asked Bulma as she looked to the spiky haired teen. He gave a nervous laugh as he placed a hand behind his head.
"I had told them I was communicating from Capsule Corps... and they continued to ask me questions about how the place is and such and if I had met you or your dad, Dr. Briefs." She gave a small giggle.
"I can see that... There was a magazine article recently that showed statistics about what people would do if they met me or got to come to Capsule Corps... It was quite funny..." Gohan gave a nervous chuckle as he rubbed the back of his head.
"Well, that's the funny part... I pretended to be you..." Bulma's eyes opened widely as she glared at the teen boy.
"You WHAT?!"
"What? I couldn't say I was a boy who just so happened to know Bulma! Anyways... The people on the ship believed me!" stated Gohan with a nervous smile. Bulma tapped her foot on the floor once more.
"What kind of things did they ask?" she questioned, her face becoming quite red.
Gohan gulped, "They asked how I was... And that they were privileged to speak to me..."
"Oh..." Bulma placed a thoughtful finger on her chin, "You said nothing to embarrass me... did you?" He shook his head quickly.
"Not at all!" And Bulma seemed to slightly cool down, a smile showing on her face once again. "But that was... till I sent out the last message..."
"Last message?" she asked.
Gohan nodded as he turned from the computer screen to face Bulma, "One of the astronauts asked if I was really a leading inventor for Dr. Briefs... My reply was, 'Of course, I can invent anything in a snap! I AM a genius after all!' And that was when I got this message on the screen..." stated Gohan as he pointed to the symbols. Bulma looked down to them again.
"I'd say... it looks like that saiyan language on the scouter we found on Goku a few days after he was brought here..." stated Bulma as she faced Gohan, "I was also able to decode the language," she added with a small smirk. The teen nodded as he looked to the screen.
"I think we may need the decoder... because the creatures that sent this message have been waiting patiently. I haven't replied back... and it's been fifteen minutes already..." Bulma gave a quick nod as she walked to another computer and turned it on. She got up and walked to a shelf on the other side of the room to grab a wire, which would be used to connect both computers together.
"I'll be on it... but in the mean time... go and ask your parents where they want to eat. I'll be taking you all out to dinner." Gohan's eyes brightened at the thought of food. He gave a small grin and nodded cheerfully as he ran out of the room in a snap.
Bulma, on the other hand, wasn't that happy at all. She turned back to the uploaded computer and typed in a few things before the message in the other computer was loaded onto her computer. She waited a few agonizing moments as the computer flashed thru many different symbols used in dead languages and some foreign alien languages... She looked to the computer and growled. Only one letter was decoded... and she had about fifty more to go. This WAS going to take forever... unless... She snapped her fingers as she thought of the scouter. She looked to her left, to find it sitting on her desk, and she turned it on before plugging it into the computer. She sighed when more of the symbols were popping up into her native language so she could read it. She smirked; it paid to be a genius. Leaning back in her chair, she waited a few more minutes, which were till her computer made a beeping noise. She looked to her screen and read the message.
'Could you create any type of machine? If your claim of being a genius is true, then you will be greatly rewarded.'
Bulma blinked; that fifty-symbol message only came down to a twenty- two worded message? Wait... She looked at the screen once more.
'They want me to build something?' she thought as she went to the other computer and replied to the making sure the message went to the foreign spacecraft.
'What exactly do you mean? Please be more specific on what you were asking,' she typed and sent it off.
She waited about two minutes till another message popped on her screen, and she walked to the computer next to it using the scouter to decode the symbols once more. Once more, she leaned back in her seat shaking her head. This most defiantly felt like a chat room... . . . .
. . . .
Gohan went out of the lab to return to the kitchen. He was expecting the worst. He had never found it a good sign when his mother and the saiyan warrior were left in the same room for a long period of time. Who knows what could happen! Kakarot could have killed his mom... or Chichi would have attacked him with some type of cooking utensil... or he could have started to attack her with his ki energy...
Gohan opened the door to the kitchen. His train of thought was completely disrupted with he saw both parents on the floor. His eyes widened about three sizes and he held his breath. He would have never thought his parents would be making out! His jaw had to have dropped about five feet as he gawked at the two. This was the last thing he would have expected! He slowly backed out of the room with a blush staining his cheeks and slowly closed the door to the room. He decided it would be best to wait till Bulma came out of the lab, and then it might be safe to go into the kitchen... or at least he hoped... . . . . .
. . . . . .
The beeping noise could be heard from the computer once again and Bulma scooted in her seat to get a closer look at the screen. The message then started to show on the screen in her native language once more...
'We need a machine that increases gravity for training purposes, that's IF one can be created.'
Bulma snorted. 'Of course I can make one!' she thought as she went to type the message in the other. And it seemed to be about five seconds later another message was sent, a short one. Bulma sent it to be decoded, and it read, 'Good. State the galaxy you're located in.' Bulma crossed her arms. This person was very demanding! She glared at the screen, and she didn't like this person's attitude one bit. Instead of walking, she rolled the chair she was sitting in to the neighboring computer.
She was going to give this person a piece of her mind. She began to type furiously.
'Look buddy! If you demand information from me, I will be sure to not help you with this project! You'll just have to find someone else, although I seriously doubt there are any other's with my intelligence.'
Smirking she sent off the message. Now all she had to do was wait. And there was a reply... but it had taken the person minutes later to reply. 'Must be in shock,' she stated with a smirk. However when the message came on, it was in Japanese, or at least with Japanese symbols. She blinked, and then growled knowing this person could have saved her much time. She shook her head, 'Oh well... it's all in the past...' She once again read the new message that had moments ago popped onto the screen.
'Touchy...'
'Yeah, sure... Are you going to cooperate, or am I going to have to turn down this project?' she typed back. She clicked the send button and waited. The message seemed to type out on the screen, and Bulma seemed to feel like she was in one of the matrix movies.
'I want to know if you can complete this task. And if so, I need to know where your location is so I can pick it up.'
Bulma scratched her head for a moment typing back...
'I could try and create one... but it could take weeks... maybe months...' The scientist stood up from her chair and slightly stretched as she got up to get her drink from the other side of the room. Picking up her tea, she took as sip and looked at the clock. She almost choked noticing almost thirty minutes had passed since Gohan had pulled her from the kitchen. Chichi might have started to cook something already... She shook her head. "I need to take a vacation..." she muttered making it to her desk to find the message had come back onto the screen.
'The time will be granted if it is possible to be created.'
'Deal,' she typed pressing the enter button. She took another sip of her tea and waited as yet another message came on.
'Good. State the galaxy and planet.'
She rolled her eyes as she typed in, 'Milky Way Galaxy, third planet from the sun, Earth.' She took another sip of her tea and looked at her computer to see where the signal was coming from. It seemed to come from a flashing dot that passed the planet Pluto not long ago. She ran a hand thru her silky locks of hair as yet another message was being displayed.
'What name do you go by? And where will you be working on the project?'
Bulma yawned as she began to type.
"Dr. B. Briefs, the leading inventor of Capsule Corporation.'
'I will be there in two days. You're efforts will be rewarded Dr. Briefs.'
As if immediately, the last message was sent and the link between the two's communication was cut off.
Bulma blinked. Did she just talk to a live space alien?! And she gave out her information... Oh this was just great... She slapped her forehead.
"I'm SUCH an idiot..." she muttered as she looked back to the blinking dot. It seemed to be about two tenths away from Neptune. She shook her head as she turned off the decoding computer and headed back upstairs. Well... she had another project on her hands... and she didn't know what was needed for it... all she knew was it needed to be a gravity chamber for training purposes... She shrugged it off, 'Oh well... I'll start on the blue prints tonight...' She made it to the living room to find Gohan sitting there quietly with a small blush on his cheeks. He looked up to her as she raised an eyebrow.
"Mom and dad are in there," he muttered. Bulma nodded as she crossed her arms.
"Of course they are," she replied sarcastically, "That's where they were before we left for the labs..."
"I know... But when I came back... they were... well... um..." The blush became brighter on his face as he trailed off. Bulma was still lost, and she walked to the door opening it.
Gohan remained silent as Bulma came back out with a blush staining her cheeks also. She sat by Gohan remaining quiet. There was a tense moment till she turned to him.
"Say... want to go out for dinner?" the scientist asked the teen. Gohan gave a wide grin. Bulma gave a nervous chuckle, "How could I see that coming?" she asked as she went off to find her car keys. . . . . . . . . .
Ha! That is my longest chapter YET! On my little page counter thingy says I have written twelve pages... and I was like... Wow... I was thinking of splitting this chapter up into two parts... but I thought it might make more sense if it was put together. So... now you have to do your part. Please review and please inform me of any suggestions you have for this story. Love to hear them. Till next time!
-Takuma
. . . . . . .
"I am NOT wearing THAT!" exclaimed the saiyan warrior as he gawked at the orange material. He held up his old orange colored gi with two fingers. It was hideous! It was so BRIGHT! A saiyan warrior never wore colors that blinded his opponents! He threw the garment to the other side of the room stubbornly. He crossed his arms, "There is NO way in the universe that I am wearing THAT thing!"
Chichi shook her head as she walked over to where the gi was thrown and picked it up. She turned back to him holding the outfit in her arms. "But Goku-"
"And STOP calling me Goku!" he snarled at the woman. "My name is KAKAROT for the millionth time!" he shouted back at her. Chichi gave her husband the meanest glare she could muster up and began to poke her husband on his muscled chest.
"Look here Mister!" she stated angrily, "You will WEAR this outfit even if it KILLS you!" She shoved it back into the warrior's arms and placed her hands on her hips. "Now please cooperate... I don't want our son to become rebellious because his father was being very stubborn!" The glare remained on Goku's face, and didn't show signs of ceasing.
Kakarot loved this! This woman had fire in her spirit, and she never seemed to bore him as they had these petty fights. She did seem to be the perfect mate for him... and she even claimed to be his! He mentally shook it off. This woman was changing him in a way unknown to him, and he was slowly becoming attached to her. A month before, when he first met Chichi, he knew she would die... soon. She was most defiantly going to pay for all of the ear damage she caused him. But is seemed that her son, Gohan, had prevented any attacks on his mother by taking the blows aimed for her or picking a fight with the elder saiyan. Gohan. He was a strong boy. Too strong for his age; the saiyan could admit to that. But there was something about Gohan. Kakarot couldn't quite place a finger on it... Oh well... it didn't matter, right?
"Fine," muttered the saiyan as Chichi squealed in delight. She then handed him a set of shoes, and a blue shirt, along with some sweat guard wristbands. They all fell into his grip, and the weight was tremendous! He looked at it for a moment before looking to Chichi who was wiping her hands from dust. She gave a small smirk as she turned around tossing a few stray locks of hair behind her shoulder. The saiyan smirked as she walked out watching her leave the room, which he was assigned to a room, just weeks before, at the Capsule Corp home. He set the clothes on the bed, watching it make a huge dent due to its weight. He looked around are for a brief moment.
This place wasn't half bad... he got a nice room, a warm comfy bed, hot meals that would please his huge appetite. It was a complete contrast from the old worn out cots of Frieza's space station, or the dirt floor of an earth he was to purge, even down to the meals that he would receive. Most of the time it was of what he hunted, or something very unappetizing at the space station which was given in small quantities... But now he would be moving to a new place, the woman's house.
Kakarot looked to his writs. These ki-controlling bands had been created to prevent the saiyan warrior from attacking anyone to the brink of death, and from the Z warriors. Kakarot had insisted on wearing his saiyan uniform, but the moment those words came out of his lips Bulma grabbed the clothes and burned them. So, he had been stuck wearing a ridiculous wardrobe. He ripped off the lime-green button down shirt from his muscular body and picked up the blue weighted shirt. Anyone who may have been in the room at the time would have noticed the war scars that were displayed on his back and torso. Many lashes and burn marks had blemished his once perfect skin; he was indeed a lucky warrior to have survived this far. The shirt came over the saiyans' head and he could immediately feel the weight over his shoulders. He smirked; at these clothes could help him to remain strong no thanks to the planets weak gravity. He also ripped off the khaki colored pants leaving him in only boxers. The saiyan warrior looked to the orange gi, and involuntarily shivered at the sight. However he managed to put on the orange gi. He would most defiantly have to talk to Chichi about getting something more muted in color... maybe a faded green would work nicely... He placed the weight wristbands on; a few ten-pound weights wouldn't hurt. And finally, the shoes, the most heavy of all the clothes he was given. He couldn't help but stumble for a few moments as he tried to walk in them.
'Boy do I have weak ankles...' thought Kakarot as he sat on the bed. The last thing sitting on the bed was the sash to hold the training gi in place. He grabbed it and quickly wrapped it around his waist and stood up. He looked at himself up and down. 'Not bad...' he had indeed dressed himself to the presentable level. And he looked around to find a mirror. It took a while due to the fact that this room was HUGE, and had many doors... He finally found the door to the bathroom and twisted the knob. Clicking the light on he was surprised at what he saw.
He touched his face, and shook his head. "I look EXACTLY like that Goku guy..." he muttered. Chichi had brought in a photo album just last week and showed him a few pictures of the past. Of course most of them were of Gohan as a child and some of their friends... but as they went to the back of the book, the pictures got older and the people in the pictures looked younger... He had turned the page to the photo album once more to find the cheerful man in the orange gi that had haunted him in his dreams. Years had he haunted him, and here he was in the pictures. He clinched his teeth and was just about to burn the album when Chichi placed a calming hand on his palm. She looked up at him and he looked back at her. She looked hurt and she pleaded for him to not burn it. Her excuse was 'it was all she had left of her husband', and he seemed to respect that.
"I look TOO much like that man..." he mumbled under his breath as he ran a hand thru his hair. "And it was taken over ten years ago..." Kakarot noticed a feint scar on his left cheek, and he gently touched it. He growled, "But I can't be him." He rammed a fist into the glass mirror. Thousands of pieces were shattered from the one sheet that once covered the wall and some of the bigger jagged pieces sliced his flesh as may foreign warriors had done before. The pain was an old friend that he hadn't seen in a while. He always welcomed it. It seemed to comfort him in a sick, but strange way... but he didn't seem to welcome it this time. The blood flowed from his arms, and small cuts were on the saiyan's face was showing. His face began to burn and he couldn't help but touch the now raw skin. He looked around the now glass covered room for a washcloth. He couldn't go walking around worrying the woman. He had enough earaches from her screeching. . . . . .
. . . . .
Chichi and Bulma sat in the kitchen chatting away. The subject was mainly about how happy Chichi was to have her husband back.
"Oh! I'm so happy that he's finally coming home!" she exclaimed wiping a tear that had fallen from her now watery eyes. She couldn't help but give a contented sigh as she placed her elbows on the table and her chin resting on her up turned palms. "I've been dreaming of this day!"
Bulma gave a genuine smile as she leaned back in her seat, "So, are you ready to take on the responsibility on feeding and caring for another saiyan? That must be a big job!"
Chichi nodded as she closed her eyes, "I think of it as a privilege to be serving my husband once more..."
"But he doesn't remember you! No offence... but it must seem strange for him as his long, lost, unknown wife throws herself at him..." explained Bulma. Chichi opened her eyes with a glare facing at her friend. She then turned her head up and crossed her arms.
"Trust me, it won't sound so weird if you had gone thru what I had for the past ten years!" she stated turned back to Bulma, "And trust me... I will try and find a way to get my old Goku to come out of that war torn saiyan he has become!"
"Ahem..."
Both women turned around in their chairs to face the doorway. There stood Kakarot with a smirk on his lips as he noticed the two women's gawking faces. He slowly walked up to the two women, and sat in his normal eating-place at the table. It so happened to be the chair beside Chichi's.
His smirk didn't waver. "Like what you see?" he asked. Bulma forced her jaw to close as Chichi looked her husband up and down. Raising a brow she looked back up to face him.
"It doesn't look like you have changed at all from the past ten years..." the black haired woman muttered as she looked back to her husbands' gaze.
"Oh? I haven't changed?" asked Kakarot slowly as he slightly scooted closer to his wife.
Chichi crossed her arms and shook her head but paused; it soon turned into a nod. "You have changed... And that attitude needs to go! But..." Looking over him once more from the torso up she gave a small smile, "You've gained much muscle mass..." He gave a small chuckle.
"It's nice to know you can state the obvious," was his reply as he edged closer to her. Chichi gave a small glare to the saiyan warrior; he just insulted her and she didn't like it one bit! She turned her head from her husband allowing Bulma to speak during that time.
Kakarot inwardly had a wide smirk. She was the perfect one... He LOVED her temper, she was attractive... but she had been with another man. Her son had proved that, but she continued to claim that he was her husband, what ever that was, and that he was Gohan's father. But there were times that he had to pause... What if he was the kid's father? He looked to Chichi who seemed to be laughing at something her friend stated. He could tell Gohan was her son, and the boy was incredibly strong. His strength was incredible for a boy his age. If the teen were his son, he would be very proud of him, very proud indeed.
Kakarot scooted his chair closer to Chichi's; very close he was... Just a few more inches and his breath would have been able to be felt of the woman's neck. He paused when Gohan raced into the room sliding on the tiled floor. A look of sheer panic was in place. Both women turned to the teen blinking.
"BULMA! QUICK! I need you to see something!" he exclaimed almost panting for any air that might have been needed. The scientist eyed the teen, as the urgent look remained on his face.
"What's wrong?" she asked, "Did someone get hurt?"
Gohan shook his head. "No, but I need you to check something in the lab for me! Quick!" he exclaimed running out of the room once again. Bulma sighed shaking her head as she turned back to Chichi and Kakarot.
"I'm sorry... I'll be back in a few moments..." with that she got out of her seat and ran out to follow the teen. There was complete silence for a few moments till Chichi gave a small growl and placed her chin on an upturned palm. Turning to her right to face the saiyan once more, she gasped as she came face and face with him. Only inches apart were their faces. They just seemed to stare at each other for the moment, and Chichi couldn't help let a blush cover her face. She tried to force her eyes from the man before her, but her grabbed her chin gently and gave a small smile as he brought her lips to meet his. . . . . .
. . . . .
Bulma rushed into the lab, and Gohan was sitting at one of the main computers that patrolled outer space shaking his head. He looked up to Bulma as she walked over to the teen.
"What is it that you've found?" she asked him. Looking over his shoulder she gazed at the screen, all she saw were symbols. She looked down to him tilting an eyebrow up. "What's the meaning of this?"
The teen couldn't help but gulp as he ran a hand threw his messy locks of hair. "Well... as you see..." he started off, "I was checking to see if there were any troubles in our galaxy due to the fact NASA had just sent out a spaceship... and I was sending messages to the ship. They replied back... and this was how it was for a while..." Bulma crossed her arms as she glared at him.
"You brought me down here to inform me about the messages you sent to the space ship?! I thought something was wrong!" she shouted back at him. Gohan couldn't help but slightly wince at Bulma's tone of voice. He wasn't one who liked to get yelled at.
"Wait! Wait!" he exclaimed waving his arms around, "You didn't let me finish!" The scientist eyed him as if telling him to go on. He looked back to the screen and continued, "Anyways... as I sent them another message, it seemed that another ship in the galaxy had gotten my message too..."
The blue haired woman couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, "Another ship?" Gohan nodded. Bulma placed a finger on her chin as she thought.
"If you wouldn't mind me asking... what was your conversation about?" asked Bulma as she looked to the spiky haired teen. He gave a nervous laugh as he placed a hand behind his head.
"I had told them I was communicating from Capsule Corps... and they continued to ask me questions about how the place is and such and if I had met you or your dad, Dr. Briefs." She gave a small giggle.
"I can see that... There was a magazine article recently that showed statistics about what people would do if they met me or got to come to Capsule Corps... It was quite funny..." Gohan gave a nervous chuckle as he rubbed the back of his head.
"Well, that's the funny part... I pretended to be you..." Bulma's eyes opened widely as she glared at the teen boy.
"You WHAT?!"
"What? I couldn't say I was a boy who just so happened to know Bulma! Anyways... The people on the ship believed me!" stated Gohan with a nervous smile. Bulma tapped her foot on the floor once more.
"What kind of things did they ask?" she questioned, her face becoming quite red.
Gohan gulped, "They asked how I was... And that they were privileged to speak to me..."
"Oh..." Bulma placed a thoughtful finger on her chin, "You said nothing to embarrass me... did you?" He shook his head quickly.
"Not at all!" And Bulma seemed to slightly cool down, a smile showing on her face once again. "But that was... till I sent out the last message..."
"Last message?" she asked.
Gohan nodded as he turned from the computer screen to face Bulma, "One of the astronauts asked if I was really a leading inventor for Dr. Briefs... My reply was, 'Of course, I can invent anything in a snap! I AM a genius after all!' And that was when I got this message on the screen..." stated Gohan as he pointed to the symbols. Bulma looked down to them again.
"I'd say... it looks like that saiyan language on the scouter we found on Goku a few days after he was brought here..." stated Bulma as she faced Gohan, "I was also able to decode the language," she added with a small smirk. The teen nodded as he looked to the screen.
"I think we may need the decoder... because the creatures that sent this message have been waiting patiently. I haven't replied back... and it's been fifteen minutes already..." Bulma gave a quick nod as she walked to another computer and turned it on. She got up and walked to a shelf on the other side of the room to grab a wire, which would be used to connect both computers together.
"I'll be on it... but in the mean time... go and ask your parents where they want to eat. I'll be taking you all out to dinner." Gohan's eyes brightened at the thought of food. He gave a small grin and nodded cheerfully as he ran out of the room in a snap.
Bulma, on the other hand, wasn't that happy at all. She turned back to the uploaded computer and typed in a few things before the message in the other computer was loaded onto her computer. She waited a few agonizing moments as the computer flashed thru many different symbols used in dead languages and some foreign alien languages... She looked to the computer and growled. Only one letter was decoded... and she had about fifty more to go. This WAS going to take forever... unless... She snapped her fingers as she thought of the scouter. She looked to her left, to find it sitting on her desk, and she turned it on before plugging it into the computer. She sighed when more of the symbols were popping up into her native language so she could read it. She smirked; it paid to be a genius. Leaning back in her chair, she waited a few more minutes, which were till her computer made a beeping noise. She looked to her screen and read the message.
'Could you create any type of machine? If your claim of being a genius is true, then you will be greatly rewarded.'
Bulma blinked; that fifty-symbol message only came down to a twenty- two worded message? Wait... She looked at the screen once more.
'They want me to build something?' she thought as she went to the other computer and replied to the making sure the message went to the foreign spacecraft.
'What exactly do you mean? Please be more specific on what you were asking,' she typed and sent it off.
She waited about two minutes till another message popped on her screen, and she walked to the computer next to it using the scouter to decode the symbols once more. Once more, she leaned back in her seat shaking her head. This most defiantly felt like a chat room... . . . .
. . . .
Gohan went out of the lab to return to the kitchen. He was expecting the worst. He had never found it a good sign when his mother and the saiyan warrior were left in the same room for a long period of time. Who knows what could happen! Kakarot could have killed his mom... or Chichi would have attacked him with some type of cooking utensil... or he could have started to attack her with his ki energy...
Gohan opened the door to the kitchen. His train of thought was completely disrupted with he saw both parents on the floor. His eyes widened about three sizes and he held his breath. He would have never thought his parents would be making out! His jaw had to have dropped about five feet as he gawked at the two. This was the last thing he would have expected! He slowly backed out of the room with a blush staining his cheeks and slowly closed the door to the room. He decided it would be best to wait till Bulma came out of the lab, and then it might be safe to go into the kitchen... or at least he hoped... . . . . .
. . . . . .
The beeping noise could be heard from the computer once again and Bulma scooted in her seat to get a closer look at the screen. The message then started to show on the screen in her native language once more...
'We need a machine that increases gravity for training purposes, that's IF one can be created.'
Bulma snorted. 'Of course I can make one!' she thought as she went to type the message in the other. And it seemed to be about five seconds later another message was sent, a short one. Bulma sent it to be decoded, and it read, 'Good. State the galaxy you're located in.' Bulma crossed her arms. This person was very demanding! She glared at the screen, and she didn't like this person's attitude one bit. Instead of walking, she rolled the chair she was sitting in to the neighboring computer.
She was going to give this person a piece of her mind. She began to type furiously.
'Look buddy! If you demand information from me, I will be sure to not help you with this project! You'll just have to find someone else, although I seriously doubt there are any other's with my intelligence.'
Smirking she sent off the message. Now all she had to do was wait. And there was a reply... but it had taken the person minutes later to reply. 'Must be in shock,' she stated with a smirk. However when the message came on, it was in Japanese, or at least with Japanese symbols. She blinked, and then growled knowing this person could have saved her much time. She shook her head, 'Oh well... it's all in the past...' She once again read the new message that had moments ago popped onto the screen.
'Touchy...'
'Yeah, sure... Are you going to cooperate, or am I going to have to turn down this project?' she typed back. She clicked the send button and waited. The message seemed to type out on the screen, and Bulma seemed to feel like she was in one of the matrix movies.
'I want to know if you can complete this task. And if so, I need to know where your location is so I can pick it up.'
Bulma scratched her head for a moment typing back...
'I could try and create one... but it could take weeks... maybe months...' The scientist stood up from her chair and slightly stretched as she got up to get her drink from the other side of the room. Picking up her tea, she took as sip and looked at the clock. She almost choked noticing almost thirty minutes had passed since Gohan had pulled her from the kitchen. Chichi might have started to cook something already... She shook her head. "I need to take a vacation..." she muttered making it to her desk to find the message had come back onto the screen.
'The time will be granted if it is possible to be created.'
'Deal,' she typed pressing the enter button. She took another sip of her tea and waited as yet another message came on.
'Good. State the galaxy and planet.'
She rolled her eyes as she typed in, 'Milky Way Galaxy, third planet from the sun, Earth.' She took another sip of her tea and looked at her computer to see where the signal was coming from. It seemed to come from a flashing dot that passed the planet Pluto not long ago. She ran a hand thru her silky locks of hair as yet another message was being displayed.
'What name do you go by? And where will you be working on the project?'
Bulma yawned as she began to type.
"Dr. B. Briefs, the leading inventor of Capsule Corporation.'
'I will be there in two days. You're efforts will be rewarded Dr. Briefs.'
As if immediately, the last message was sent and the link between the two's communication was cut off.
Bulma blinked. Did she just talk to a live space alien?! And she gave out her information... Oh this was just great... She slapped her forehead.
"I'm SUCH an idiot..." she muttered as she looked back to the blinking dot. It seemed to be about two tenths away from Neptune. She shook her head as she turned off the decoding computer and headed back upstairs. Well... she had another project on her hands... and she didn't know what was needed for it... all she knew was it needed to be a gravity chamber for training purposes... She shrugged it off, 'Oh well... I'll start on the blue prints tonight...' She made it to the living room to find Gohan sitting there quietly with a small blush on his cheeks. He looked up to her as she raised an eyebrow.
"Mom and dad are in there," he muttered. Bulma nodded as she crossed her arms.
"Of course they are," she replied sarcastically, "That's where they were before we left for the labs..."
"I know... But when I came back... they were... well... um..." The blush became brighter on his face as he trailed off. Bulma was still lost, and she walked to the door opening it.
Gohan remained silent as Bulma came back out with a blush staining her cheeks also. She sat by Gohan remaining quiet. There was a tense moment till she turned to him.
"Say... want to go out for dinner?" the scientist asked the teen. Gohan gave a wide grin. Bulma gave a nervous chuckle, "How could I see that coming?" she asked as she went off to find her car keys. . . . . . . . . .
Ha! That is my longest chapter YET! On my little page counter thingy says I have written twelve pages... and I was like... Wow... I was thinking of splitting this chapter up into two parts... but I thought it might make more sense if it was put together. So... now you have to do your part. Please review and please inform me of any suggestions you have for this story. Love to hear them. Till next time!
-Takuma