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Chapter 3: House of Flying Dishes

Goku sat the table eating, as usual. Chi-Chi was working her ass off just to keep food on the table for the glutinous Saiyan. With every plate that piled up on the far side of the table, her brow frowned even further. She sat two more bowls of rice on the counter and before she could blink they were empty.

"That's enough, Goku! Don't you think you've had enough?" Chi-Chi asked.

"Well… I could do with a little more-"

"NO! I'm not cooking anymore today!"

Gohan walked in from playing outside. "Hey mom, what's for dinner?"

She slapped her hand across her forehead. "You boys will be the death of me." She started cooking up another pot of soup.

"Dad, you've already ate without me?"

"Oh no, son. It was just a little snack." As Goku said this, the stack of plates and bowls toppled over and crashed to the floor.

"Goku!" Chi-Chi shouted. "Go to the store and buy me some more dishes! This is all your fault!"

"Come on, Gohan. Let's go." Goku said, opening the door. The father and son pair took off for the city.

"He sure is a pain in the ass!" Chi-Chi said to herself. "I guess that's why I love him." She started picking up the pieces of the broken dishes. After a few minutes, she heard some feet approaching the door. "Goku, you're back alrea-" Her voice was cut short by the Saiyan prince shoving the door open.

"Wife of Kakarot!" Vegeta said firmly. "Where is that low-class scum?"

"You have some nerve barging in here like that!"

"Shut up! Just tell me where he is!"

Chi-Chi saw Krillin and Bulma standing behind Vegeta. "You two have something to do with this?" She asked.

Krillin was even more terrified of Chi-Chi than Vegeta. "I…, I mean, h-he forced me to show him where Goku lived." Krillin said.

"What do you want with Goku?" Chi-Chi asked, once again turning her attention to Vegeta.

"Who?" Vegeta asked.

"You know who you came here for! Goku!"

"I do not recognize that as a proper Saiyan name! As far as I'm concerned, his name is Kakarot!"

"Carrot?"

"Do not mock me, woman! I am loosing my patience! I have destroyed planets for less!" Vegeta snarled.

"Oh enough of that tough-guy attitude!" Chi-Chi said.

"Tough… guy… attitude! Are you serious! I am the prince of all Saiyans! Do not make me out to be some punk like the Earth scum on this planet!" Vegeta reached back and punched Krillin in the face. It would have busted his nose but he doesn't have one.

"What was that for!" Krillin yelled, holding his hand over his mouth.

"That was for being a bald bitch!" Vegeta, now focused on Chi-Chi. "Tell me damn it! Where is Kakarot!"

"If it's that important to you, he's at the store buying me some new dishes!"

Vegeta let out a slight chuckle. "Heh, that fool is becoming too domestic. SAIYANS DON'T BUY DISHES! They take them!" Vegeta walked out of the house and grabbed Krillin by the collar. "Take me to the store where Kakarot is!"

"But I don't know which one-"

"TAKE ME!" Vegeta shouted.

"Sorry about this whole thing." Bulma said to Chi-Chi.

"Come on, loud mouth!" Vegeta called.

Bulma frowned and walked out the door. Krillin once again scooped her up and they took off for the city. Chi-Chi picked up the last few pieces of broken glass and stirred the pot of soup. "I can tell it's going to be a loooong day!"