Goku growled impatiently, the cars in front of him not budging an inch as the lights remained red. Loudly his fingers tapped on the wheel edge, his eyes glaring at the driver behind that lay on the bumper of his car, beeping his horn manically. How stupid did the councils get! Road works during rush hour on the main road out of the city and Kami protect him; he was thirty minutes late and still not out of the city, Chichi will be mental.
The music on his radio hummed quietly in the background. The grey clouds above opening and spilling the rain they held hard upon his car. The country roads muddy and his eye sight limited as he raced home, a lot faster than he should.
The hills around him flew by, greens melting into the yellows of the buttercups as his speed increased. He could see the valley that entered into the base of Mt. Paozu (A.n is that how it is spelt?) the rain falling down its sides like the temporary rivers they were.
As much as he had missed his family during the course of the day, right now he was looking forward to them. The rain that fell added only to his angry mood, caused by the traffic and rush of the city and he just knew that at home greeting him would be an oh so wonderful son, screaming his head off in fits of tantrums and an annoyed wife, angrily glaring and shouting at him for his lateness.
Growling again he pulled into his home, sealing his briefcase he opened the door and stepped out, immediately becoming drenched in the mountain storms. His shoulders slumped and his eyes glared at the shiny car in front of him. He slammed the door hard. Eyes wide and afraid he stepped back.
"Holy Kami?" Goku shouted as he watched his car fly at a super speed in the direction he had just come, his arm still out stretched from slamming its door.
Chichi listened angrily to her husband pulling the car up to the house. The headlights streaming a river of light under the window as she waited for his entrance. In the background Gohan's wails stopped, somehow able to sense his Fathers comings as he smiled and gabbled happily towards the front door.
A loud bang followed before a very scared Goku walked into the house, his suit clinging too him and his hair now sticking to his face. Gohan's arms went up to greet his Father who just continued to stare at the stairs, confusion and fear the only emotion Chichi could pick up from him. Maybe today hadn't been too good and he was late because he needed time to calm, what if he was fired?
"Is everything ok Goku?" She tried her best to sound calm and worried but he could still pick up the anger that lay in her voice.
"I think we might have a problem." Goku looked up at her, Chichi's eyes immediately turning angry at the thought of him doing something wrong.
"What?" Second thought ran through his mind as he listened to the danger that lay in her voice, her teeth obviously clenched.
"Well you see, the car blew away" He watched her shoulders slump, a sweat drop falling from her head. His hands finally coming to cuddle the screaming son that sat beside him, tickling his stomach gently to quieter the attention seeking screams.
"Car's don't just blow away Goku, the wind…."
"Well I saw it blow down the hill. I slammed the door and voom it was gone, rolling fast down the hill!" He raised his eyes brow at her as she gasped, her hand coming to her mouth.
She said nothing, just got cooking again. He said nothing confused over his wife's actions. He knew it was bad but he was sure the insurance would cover the costs of the damage but he also knew that it wasn't the wind that blew the car away, it couldn't have or he would have gone with it, considering his lighter weight. No, he had done it, slamming the door and as impossible as it sounded he knew it must have been true.
She stirred the pot of rice quickly, knowing full well that the wind had no part in the incident and that this may destroy the whole wish. If he found out that he had the power to send a car flying he might wonder when he first started having the power, then he would find the pieces to those missing gaps. And worst of all he might go back into fighting.
The Ox-King sat happy, his tiny Grandson babbling incoherent words to him as he played with the small child. He sighed to him self drooling as he smelt the produce of his daughters cooking skills, smiling at the still bewildered Goku as he entered the room.
The Ox-King had heard the story of the car. Goku's body hadn't changed physically because of the wise just emotionally and thinking but with all the training he had done in a life time how could she not expect him to do things like this and poor young Goku was the one with the worst end of the stick. In fact he was surprised the boy wasn't putting more people in hospital than helping them out, considering his strength.
He could see a change in the boy, the once happy almost always smiling and pure hearted young man he had once been no sat changed in front of him. His clothes not suitable for training, an angry scowl upon his face and his table filled with paper work, a pen scribbling fast in his hand not stopping even as he cursed to himself.
He wouldn't have agreed to Chichi marrying this man. It sounded stupid after all this was still Goku and yes he knew this man would never abuse his daughter. But had any man like the one Goku was now or anyone like the man he was come to him asking for his daughter on the spot like Goku had the answer would have been no, to wait.
But Goku was different, he knew the boy would try his best and in all that he would give his life to protect her and keep her safe and happy. Most of all he could trust the boy, he had been raised by Gohan and he knew, he could see it, that all that boy wanted was to make that old man proud and that way he would never do anything wrong. Also even after many years with Roshi as much as he respected the old man, he knew any woman placed near the old master was as good as harassed but somehow Goku hadn't fallen prey to that. No other man would ever amount to anything Goku was, or had been.