Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z.
Author's Notes: I am updating often in the futile hope that someone will read my work. I am now wasting away from lack of feedback. I don't know how much longer I can go on. This may be the end. Goodbye cruel world!
Chapter 4: A Picnic
"Goku, Goten, how dare you get back so late?!"
Chichi stood there, red-faced, glaring at her husband and son. Dinner was on the table, but she stood in the doorway, blocking the entrance.
Goku smiled, looking past her. "We aren't late. Mmm, that smells good."
Chichi giggled, thinking 'he noticed.' "It's my new perfume."
"What was that?" Goku asked, already pushing past her to the heavily laden table.
Chichi huffed angrily. "Oh, never mind. And by the way. Goten?"
Goten looked up, hastily swallowing his food. He despised the way his father talked with his mouth full. "Yes, mom?"
"A girl called. How many times have I told you that with your studies and the training you insist upon, you don't have time for girls?"
"When did she say she'd call back?"
Chichi sighed in exasperation. "She said she'd see you tomorrow."
Goten smiled and continued eating. Within an hour the food was completely gone. After a brief struggle, Goku was set to washing the dishes and Goten pulled out his full bookbag. Chichi was about to sit down with a magazine when the phone rang. Bulma was on the other end.
"Hi Bulma."
"Hi Chichi. Are you busy?"
"Not now. Something on your mind?"
"Well, I just thought - we haven't all gotten together in a while, so, since the boys need a break from all their training - we could have a picnic this Saturday."
"Bulma, there was that get-together no long ago . . ."
"Yeah, but I was thinking just your family and mine. Of course Gohan and them too. Besides, I've asked everyone else, and they all have plans. Listen, it's my last free Saturday for a long time, and I don't want to spend it cooped up in the house."
Chichi smiled in understanding. "It's a great idea. And instead of at Capsule Corp., we can have it at the lake near our house."
"That's kind of what I was thinking. Listen - (explosion in background) Vegeta! If you've broken that again! - Uh, Chichi, I've got to go. We'll talk tomorrow. Bye."
"Bye, Bulma," Chichi said, happily hanging up the phone. "Did you guys hear that?"
"A picnic sounds good," Goku clumsily wiped out a pot. "I'll tell Gohan tomorrow. I'm gonna get some real training done with him."
Goten bit back a bitter retort. "Uh, Mom. Can I invite someone?"
"A girl?" Goku grinned mischievously, oblivious to the eye daggers Goten was throwing his way.
"Very well," Chichi sighed, also oblivious. "Might as well meet the threat to you education."
Author's Notes: I am updating often in the futile hope that someone will read my work. I am now wasting away from lack of feedback. I don't know how much longer I can go on. This may be the end. Goodbye cruel world!
Chapter 4: A Picnic
"Goku, Goten, how dare you get back so late?!"
Chichi stood there, red-faced, glaring at her husband and son. Dinner was on the table, but she stood in the doorway, blocking the entrance.
Goku smiled, looking past her. "We aren't late. Mmm, that smells good."
Chichi giggled, thinking 'he noticed.' "It's my new perfume."
"What was that?" Goku asked, already pushing past her to the heavily laden table.
Chichi huffed angrily. "Oh, never mind. And by the way. Goten?"
Goten looked up, hastily swallowing his food. He despised the way his father talked with his mouth full. "Yes, mom?"
"A girl called. How many times have I told you that with your studies and the training you insist upon, you don't have time for girls?"
"When did she say she'd call back?"
Chichi sighed in exasperation. "She said she'd see you tomorrow."
Goten smiled and continued eating. Within an hour the food was completely gone. After a brief struggle, Goku was set to washing the dishes and Goten pulled out his full bookbag. Chichi was about to sit down with a magazine when the phone rang. Bulma was on the other end.
"Hi Bulma."
"Hi Chichi. Are you busy?"
"Not now. Something on your mind?"
"Well, I just thought - we haven't all gotten together in a while, so, since the boys need a break from all their training - we could have a picnic this Saturday."
"Bulma, there was that get-together no long ago . . ."
"Yeah, but I was thinking just your family and mine. Of course Gohan and them too. Besides, I've asked everyone else, and they all have plans. Listen, it's my last free Saturday for a long time, and I don't want to spend it cooped up in the house."
Chichi smiled in understanding. "It's a great idea. And instead of at Capsule Corp., we can have it at the lake near our house."
"That's kind of what I was thinking. Listen - (explosion in background) Vegeta! If you've broken that again! - Uh, Chichi, I've got to go. We'll talk tomorrow. Bye."
"Bye, Bulma," Chichi said, happily hanging up the phone. "Did you guys hear that?"
"A picnic sounds good," Goku clumsily wiped out a pot. "I'll tell Gohan tomorrow. I'm gonna get some real training done with him."
Goten bit back a bitter retort. "Uh, Mom. Can I invite someone?"
"A girl?" Goku grinned mischievously, oblivious to the eye daggers Goten was throwing his way.
"Very well," Chichi sighed, also oblivious. "Might as well meet the threat to you education."
