Chapter

"Starlight, Star Bright"

Junior sat down on the couch, quickly snatching popcorn out of Gohan's hand. The little boy made a sharp noise of protest, but Junior waved him away, holding the bowl far out of reach from grabbing hands.

"You know your mother is going to be upset if you eat all of the popcorn," Junior chided, giving the stuff a distasteful look. "Not that I understand what it is you see in this—but hell. What do I know?"

"It tastes good, Mr. Junior," Gohan laughed, giving up on his end goal. He settled back in his seat as the movie blared its menu screen music. The kid had put in the original Planet of the Apes, and really Junior wanted to make fun of him… but perhaps he was a bit too young for that kind of humor.

However, there was something sadistically funny in Gohan watching a movie about colonizing primates.

"No, what actually tastes good is purified water. You should try it sometime, instead of coke, kid." Junior wrinkled up his nose, and Gohan huffed.

"I drink plenty of water, Mr. Junior!"

"Maybe by human standards."

"Drinking too much isn't healthy for you, anyways," Gohan chided. "Not for us anyways. Your species does a… photosynthesized thing that doesn't really make all that much sense, so of course you need more water!"

Junior looked down at him. "Anybody ever tell you you're too smart for your age?"

"All the time," Gohan retorted, lurching for the popcorn. Junior evaded easily, pushing Gohan back lightly with a finger to the forehead. The boy made an impatient noise, before finally settling down, with only one forlorn look thrown to his popcorn. "I am sad, though. We were supposed to have that school field trip, and we were going to get hands-on learning with species…"

Gohan sighed, as Junior tilted his head.

"Wait, you missed it?" Junior furrowed his brow. So far as he could remember, it was next week.

Gohan twisted his fingers in his lap. "Well, yeah… but we had to have our papers signed and in, along with whoever was attending with us. I didn't meet the deadline, since…" his gaze flitted nervously to Junior, "well, since other things were going on it never got handled."

Junior twisted his mouth into a frown, and remained silent for just a moment. He felt Gohan next to him, bushy black hair resting against his arm. Junior glanced down, giving him an affectionate pat with his free hand.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Junior." There was a clear quaver to the boy's voice, and even though he'd carefully angled his face down, Junior could tell that there were already tears pooling in his eyes. He pressed his nails into Gohan's scalp, scratching affectionately at the kid.

"Don't apologize," Junior said, voice slightly gruff. "You did what you thought would keep you and your mother safe. There wasn't anything wrong with how you reacted." Ah, and there was the familiar, burning sense of guilt that overcame him in these moments. The topic of what had happened was just slowly Not Talked About—but there were pieces where it would rise to the surface, and Junior would have to gut himself thoroughly again, and again, and again…

Gohan lapsed into silence, staring at the movie screen. Growing impatient, Junior shot her a very aggravated text message, and soon heard footsteps up the stairs. He grinned knowingly as she entered, giving him a dirty look as she made her way over to the couch.

"Here, I saved your popcorn from the monstrosity," Junior handed the bowl to a surprised Chi Chi. She took it into her hands, blinking owlishly at Junior. "What?" he demanded, shifting uncomfortably beneath her scrutiny.

"Nothing… thanks." Chi Chi sat down on the other side of Gohan, rolling her eyes to the ceiling as a hand was immediately shoved into the popcorn. He grinned at her with chewed cud in his mouth, and she groaned. "Gohan! Gross!"

"I'm just like dad right now," Gohan laughed through the mush, and Chi Chi sighed.

"Too bad that's not a good thing," she grumbled. She peeked around, giggling at Junior's disgusted face.

"Oh stuff it, Milk." Junior shifted, crossing one of his legs as he leaned back against the cushions. "Hey." Chi Chi glanced up at him, popping a few pieces of food into her mouth. "Are you two doing anything Saturday?"

Chi Chi hummed, then shrugged her shoulders. "No. It's the weekend, so the restaurant is closed, and Gohan won't have school. Why do you ask?"

Junior scratched at the base of his antennae, looking slightly uncomfortable.

"Nothing." He set his jaw. "Would you two like to come over, then?"

Chi Chi choked on her popcorn. "Uh—both of us?" She cleared her throat, thumping at her chest as she stared at Junior. He felt his face heating up as he looked to Gohan. The little boy returned his gaze with an openly curious one.

"Yes. I've got something planned."

"Well…"

"Sure Mr. Junior!" Gohan enthused, bouncing in his seat. "Now! Let's watch the movie!"

"So, a date?" Bulma grinned, sitting on Chi Chi's bathroom counter. The woman gave her an admonishing look as she reached around to grab her hair brush.

"No," Chi Chi replied loftily. "Not a date. I'm supervising an outing as a mother."

"Ok, but with a totally hot guy who cares about you and your kid!" Bulma slid from the counter, smoothing out her dress.

Chi Chi jabbed her brush at Bulma. "You know who else cares about me and my kid?" She swung the brush, pushing it back into her hair. "My husband, Goku, who you seem to forget exists."

"Out of sight, out of mind," Bulma replied with a shrug, and Chi Chi felt a twinge deep in her gut. That phrase had a bit of an unfortunate ring to her. "So can I pick your outfit?" The heiress had come behind Chi Chi then, and was fluffing out her hair.

"Bulma, I know you have good intentions, but I can dress myself," Chi Chi sighed, attempting to undo the volume that Bulma had just achieved. The woman rolled her eyes, pouting as she slid back to her countertop position.

"Fine, fine. But! As payment—,"

"Payment for what?"

"—as payment, I want you to come to a club with me!" Bulma finished cheerily, giving Chi Chi a bright grin. Chi Chi gave her a flat look, accompanied by arched brows that bore no question as to what her answer was. "Oh, c'mon!" Bulma whined.

"No. I have no interest in clubs! I'm too old for that!"

"I'm older than you and I go all the time!"

Chi Chi remained silent, and Bulma gave a dramatic gasp.

"How rude! But, I've been out looking, and I found the perfect place! It's low-key, no arrest record, and no creeps. The past couple of times I've been have been the most boring times of my existence." Bulma sighed. "That's how I knew you'd love it!"

Chi Chi chewed at her lip. "I don't know, Bulma… but, I guess it has been a while."

"Define 'a while'?"

"Since Gohan was born."

"What!" Bulma lurched up from her seat, grasping Chi Chi's shoulders. "Are you serious?!"

Chi Chi frowned, shrugging her shoulders. "Well, once I had Gohan, there wasn't really time to go out. I wasn't the biggest on it in the first place." She pulled a face. "Do you know how many delinquents and bad people loiter there? —a lot, to answer."

Bulma pressed a hand to her forehead. "All right. It's official. We're going. Make plans with your hunky babysitter, because we are having a girl's night out!" She grinned, and Chi Chi sighed, running the brush through once more.

"Fine," she relented. "Now come on, I'm sure Gohan's getting impatient. He really wants to know what Junior's surprise is."

Chi Chi pushed open the front door to Porunga's Post, she and Gohan waving goodbye to Bulma as they saw her shiny car speed off. She pressed a hand to Gohan's shoulder, urging him into the shop. Inside, she could see Gohan's little table still had his stuff spread all around it, pencils rolling across the wood. She smiled, and smoothed out her khakis.

She and Gohan headed up the stairs, where Junior had assured them he would be. Gohan was bouncing with excitement, and Chi Chi realized that he'd never been inside of the apartment. And, she couldn't help herself. His confused expression when they entered was too cute. His nose wrinkled up as his eyes practically crossed, casting a strange look around him.

Junior was standing there, hands stuffed in his pants' pockets as he took notice of Gohan's confusion.

"This is Dende's apartment," Junior grunted, giving Chi Chi a knowing glance. "I have better taste." He grinned, then, all fangs and teeth. She rolled her eyes, and gave Gohan a little push forward. They followed Junior's mass through the apartment, all the way back to an extra set of stairs. Chi Chi gave it a dubious glance, but proceeded upwards with her hand tucked into Gohan's.

When Junior reached the top of the stairs he pushed opened the door, and Chi Chi immediately felt the cool spring breeze on her face. Junior had already disappeared, and Gohan went eagerly scrambling up after him.

"Wow!" she heard up above. A smile graced her features as she heard Gohan's enthusiastic shout. She mounted the stairs quicker than before, and emerged up onto the roof, tarmac steady beneath her feet as she looked around. She felt a bit breathless as her ponytail whipped against her neck, and she took in the sight around her.

The night sky rose high above them, the blinding lights of the city leaking upwards to stain it. The stars winked blearily through, tiny and twinkling in the distance. She glanced down, noticing the plethora of plantlife spread across the roof, beautiful plants that she'd never seen with magnificent plumage spilling out across chairs and tables. A tent was set up in the middle, with a large microscope propped up outside of it. Gohan was already at the telescope, cheering excitedly.

Junior approached him, a smile on his face as he knelt down, showing Gohan something.

Chi Chi felt her breath stutter.

His green skin looked wonderful in this lighting, with dim bulbs set among st the plants throwing their tender rays on him. He was talking to Gohan, but he stopped to look at her, his smile directed at her now—even for just a brief moment, Chi Chi…

She bit her lip, and shook her head. She quickly moved to the railing, fingers curling around the cold metal as she leaned over, looking out across the city. It wasn't as beautiful as the countryside that she'd grown up in, but it wasn't half bad. The tall buildings added something, and she was smiling wistfully at them as Junior came to her side.

"So, what's all this for…?" Chi Chi tilted her head. Junior rubbed nervously at the back of his head before propping his forearms against the bars next to her.

"I felt bad about him missing out on that camping trip," Junior replied. "It was my fault the kid missed out on something important to him."

Chi Chi smiled, and pushed some of her hair back behind her ear. "Well, thank-you. I'm sure this means a lot to him. Between his father and… everything else, I'm just glad to see something go right."

Junior grinned. "I suppose." His face fell into a stony mask, and he glared at the skyline. "Though I'm going to tell you, if I hadn't made that promise to Gohan I would have smashed Son's face into a bloody pulp."

Chi Chi felt shocked, and reared back. "What—,"

"That kid is fantastic. He's intelligent, kind, and one of the only tolerable children to exist on this plant, and Son doesn't seem to recognize that." Junior's teeth were pressed into a harsh line as his shoulders sat rigid.

Chi Chi frowned. "Goku loves Gohan. He's just…"

"An idiot?" Junior supplied, and she furrowed her brow up in consternation.

"No." Chi Chi retorted. "It's just… Goku's way." She sighed, tilting her head. "It's how he's always been. Even before Gohan. Me n' him… well, we just kinda had always known one another, so when it came time to graduate—we got married." She frowned. "Looking back now… I wish there had been a bit more romance…"

Junior shifted. "If there wasn't romance, why did you get married? Don't you humans care about that?"

"We do," Chi Chi chewed on a nail, contemplative. "But… well, Goku's different. He's never been much interested in love or sex." She could see Junior's embarrassment at the topic. "Like I said, I know he loves Gohan… but I think Goku just doesn't know how. He doesn't understand that what he's doing is wrong or hurtful."

"Does that make it okay?" Junior demanded, and Chi Chi blinked, feeling off-balance by the question.

"What?"

"Just because he doesn't realize it, does that mean Gohan… or… or you should have to deal with this kind of stuff?" Junior grimaced, and looked away. "Look, I know it's not my place. But I think I have first-hand experience with warped perceptions."

They lapsed into silence, and Chi Chi frowned, staring down at the city once more. She didn't have anything to say, and her thoughts were a spiral.

"So," she finally spoke up, and she could feel some of the tension dissipate, "I'm going to assume that all of this is not yours?" Her hand motioned pointedly at the beautiful atmosphere. She watched Junior give her a wide, toothy grin.

"What was your first guess, Milk? The ambiance or the plants?" Junior chuckled, and pushed himself off of the metal bar. "You are correct though—this is all Dende's. I'm not particularly fond of all the foliage." He sneered. "Though most Namekians eat this shit up."

"Hm, I wonder why?" Chi Chi teased, elbowing him. "It's almost like it has something to do with Namekian culture!"

Junior rolled his eyes. "Granted. But war is naturally bred into Saiyans, and you don't see the monkeys all hopped up in the army. No—they're all busy being dogs."

Chi Chi gave him a harsh glance.

"Don't get offended," Junior snapped, waving at her impatiently. "Your husband and son aren't a part of that litter. Thank the stars for such miracles."

Chi Chi frowned, pursing her lips. She could see Gohan enthusiastically pivoting the telescope around, flipping through a book that she'd never seen before. A big smile split across the little boy's face as he worked.

"I think I'm going to go see what Gohan's up to," Chi Chi said curtly, and behind her, she saw Junior push his hands deep within his pockets. She glanced at him, watching him scuff his Converse against the asphalt, looking the very picture of adolescent apathy. She could almost imagine him with his lip jutted out, and little plastic piercings shoved in.

"Look…" Junior broke off, and made a gruff noise. "I'm sorry, okay?" he spat out, looking mutinous at his own apology. "I'm not that great at talking to people—so…" He heaved his shoulders, and kicked his foot again. "I'd rather you not be angry at me, though."

Chi Chi blinked.

"Oh… I, um… I wasn't angry," she replied, tugging at her bangs. Junior stared, open-mouthed. "I was just genuinely curious about what Gohan was doing." She pointed to her kid, and Junior gave a slack jawed nod.

"Of course. In that case… what the hell ever. Apology revoked." Junior stood straight, and pushed past her, though she saw a smile flicker across his face.

"Oh, you ass!" she whispered, to which Junior turned cockily, one antennae twitching.

"Keep it up—I'm telling Gohan."

Huffing, Chi Chi shot after him, and promptly shoved him into a bush.

Chapter

"Got Milk?"

"Ok—but hear me out! We're at a bar, and suddenly, some random dude starts feeling Chi Chi up. Then what?" Bulma pressed her hands together, looking appealingly up at Junior. The Namekian stared back, clearly unimpressed.

"I think she can handle herself well enough," he replied, and then furrowed his brow. "And anyways, how is she my responsibility?"

Bulma grinned. "Well, that wasn't your first argument, so we're going to count that as progress." She sighed, kicking off her heels as she pulled her legs up beside her on the booth. Across the table, Junior was sitting with his glass of water, looking particularly uncomfortable as he glanced towards the door.

"I have to watch Gohan," Junior supplied next. "We're having a camping trip up on the rooftop."

Bulma frowned. "I don't think it counts if you're on a roof in the middle of the city."

Junior shrugged. "Granted, it's nothing like the Colony, but it will do fine. Dende has done his best to make it appear natural. The boy will be under the moon, with trees, and a tent. It can't get much better than that."

Bulma sighed, leaning her chin against her hand. "I guess. Still seems lame. Are you at least getting him some stuff to make s'mores?"

"Milk said no sweets after seven."

"Soda?"

"Milk says that counts as sugar."

"Anything to grill?"

"Milk says cooking so late will give him an upset stomach."

"Any scary stories ready?"

"Milk says that he won't be able to sleep if we do that."

Bulma stared, groaning as she buried her face in her hands. "Christ… is there anything you can do?"

"Gohan enjoys the telescope plenty," Junior replied, shrugging as he downed the last of his water. "There are also some Namek-specific plants up there that Gohan wants to categorize. I dug out some of Dende's old books to help him out."

"Ugh!" Bulma through her hands skyward. "My best friend and her kid are so boring!" She pouted her lips out, pointing dejectedly at Junior. "And you are even worse! Can't you—I dunno—liven up the sleep over or something?"

Junior blinked, and grimaced. "I'd rather not disobey Milk's direct orders…"

"And aren't you smart for that?" Chi Chi announced, pushing open the door. Gohan came tumbling out after her, a backpack larger than him dragging behind him. "I do believe that puts us at… oh, say 30 to 7?"

"You're making up numbers!" Junior snapped, and rose from the booth, looking dubiously at Gohan. "Milk—he's coming next door. And I have a key to your place. What the hell could you have possibly packed?"

"Sunscreen, bugspray, four changes of clothes, five pairs of underwear, a flashlight, an extra sleeping bag, two pillows, two blankets, and…" She paused, finger pressed to her chin as she thought.

"And my stuffed alien!" Gohan announced, grinning up at Junior. "He makes me think of you!"

"I'm going to throw you off the building," Junior groaned, rubbing at his brow. "Milk—none of that is necessary, you do realize that?"

"Of course it is!" Chi Chi snapped, propping her hip out. "You never know what could happen!"

"Dende has preventive measures set up for bugs—and sunscreen? It's nighttime!"

"I read an article online about moonburn," Chi Chi retorted huffily, crossing her arms as she regarded Junior.

"I don't know why you're complaining," Gohan grimaced, "you're not carrying all of this."

"Gohan!"

"Sorry, mom!" the little boy laughed, and tottered over to his mother. She bent down as he pressed a kiss to her cheek. "Be safe tonight!"

"You do the same," Chi Chi ordered, looking far too serious. Bulma rolled her eyes, and began to shove Chi Chi back up the stairs.

"Bye, boys, I gotta go make momma hot!" Bulma was grinning, and Junior shuddered at the heiress' words. Gohan had a similar look, but it was swiftly traded in for glee as Junior promptly grabbed him by the backpack, and jerked him heavenwards. Gohan squealed in joy, legs dangling as Junior began walking back to Porunga's Post.

Gohan was hysterically laughing as Junior took to throwing him from hand to hand as they walked. There was only one moment of fear, when a loud rrrriiiipppp was heard, and Junior had to quickly scrabble to catch Gohan before the boy hit the pavement like his backpack. Both stared guiltily at the spilled mess of stuff that littered the sidewalk now.

"So…"

"We'll pick up the stuff we need," Junior grunted, and both began grabbing.

Junior had just sat down, when his cellphone pinged. He glanced down, and immediately grimaced.

Milk

Do you want to maybe explain why

Gohan's stuff is all over the sidewalk?!

…..

It was unnecessary

EXCUSE ME?!

Gohan fell off the roof I have to go

JUNIOR

NO WHAT THE HELL

DON'T IGNORE MY TEXTS

YOU GREEN MONSTROSITY!

Hi, this is Bulma, I confiscated Chi's phone,

your welcome

Junior sighed, and tossed his phone to the side. He approached Gohan, watching as the boy animatedly swung the telescope to and fro, eye pressed up against it. He pulled back as Junior approached, a wide grin spreading across his features.

"Come here, come here!" he enthused, and Junior knelt down beside him. Gohan began hurriedly fixating the telescope, holding it in a very particular spot. He then grabbed at Junior's hand, grin wide as he tugged. "Look through—but don't bump it!"

Junior rolled his eyes, but obliged, stooping down. His hands pressed against concrete, and his skin touched the cold metal. He stared, eyes adjusting, before he gasped. His hand shot up to touch the telescope without thinking, knocking it off-kilter.

Gohan giggled. "It's Namek!" he enthused.

"I… I see," Junior muttered, off-balance himself.

Gohan was obviously very proud. "I found it in these books! With the way it orbits, you can only see it this month! It'll be back again in December." He rocked up on his toes, beaming at Junior. "I thought it'd be pretty rad to show you!"

Junior gave a mute nod.

"Are you okay, Mr. Junior?" Gohan tilted his head, fingers knitting together as his happiness ebbed. He was obviously very unsure of his actions now.

Junior quickly shook his head, and placed a comforting hand on Gohan's shoulder. "I'm fine, it's just the first time I've ever… seen Namek, is all. Well—outside of pictures."

Gohan furrowed his brow, and moved closer to Junior. "How come you've never seen it before? It's your planet, isn't it?"

"Well… my father doesn't like to think of us as aliens," Junior replied, shifting to where he was sitting on the concrete. He pressed his back up against one of the nearby walls, where plants hung and tickled his ears, and he had a direct sight of the night sky above them. Gohan took this opportunity to crawl into Junior's lap, and he didn't protest. He clasped his hands over the little boy's belly, holding him in place.

"What do you mean, Mr. Junior?" Gohan enquired, tilting his head back, black hair spilling across his chest.

"He likes to think that we were always on Earth—that we're demons spawned from it." Junior snorted. "Personally, I think the old man suffered too many knocks to his head."

Gohan pressed his lips into a thin line, his fingers pressing against the pink patches of Junior's skin. "Your dad… he's a bad man, isn't he…?"

Junior paused. "I wouldn't say that…" his voice trailed off. "Actually, yes I would. He's a disgusting excuse for a creature. He's never done a single good thing for anyone." He stared intently at the sky. "But he was my father."

Gohan shifted in his lap, and seemed to want to change the subject.

Junior didn't blame him.

"So, since you were raised like that, you didn't get an opportunity to see Planet Namek?"

"Oh, I had opportunities. But I was young, and stupid… I decided that my father was correct. And then by the time I was old enough, I just didn't care." Junior's eyes traced the Big Dipper, eyes roaming one of the only constellations he could recognize. "Namekians typically eat this shit up… you'd probably get along with my family," he snorted.

Gohan turned to look at Junior, eyes wide with wonder. "You really think so?"

Junior smiled, and decided to leave out the Namekians' suspicion of humans… well, it wasn't like Gohan was ever going to have direct contact with anyone—barring him, and possibly Dende or Nail.

"Yeah, kid. Actually, you and Dende would probably be inseparable." Junior rolled his eyes.

Gohan smiled. "That makes me happy! I'd love to meet your family, Mr. Junior…" his eyes were beginning to droop, and he hummed happily. "Hey… so now that you've seen Planet Namek, what did you think?"

Junior frowned. "I think… that I felt a strange feeling. Something… like longing. Something that I'll never have."

Gohan yawned. "If you had a choice, do you think you'd go to Namek?"

"No," Junior replied with certainty, reaching up to smooth back Gohan's hair. "There's a lot of things on Earth that are worth staying for."

Bulma dropped Chi Chi off, and made sure that the drunk woman made it safely into her home. She didn't wait around—which is apparently what she should have done, seeing as Chi Chi immediately kicked her heels off in the middle of the restaurant, shed her cardigan, and went outside into the cool night air.

She tugged at her clothing, feeling like everything was entirely too hot—but she needed to see her baby. Struggling to walk straight, she wobbled over to Porunga's Post, and tugged on the doors… always unlocked.

Junior lay sprawled out on one of the lawn chairs, pillow stuffed underneath his head as he relaxed. The night had been fun, and once Gohan had finally nodded off for good, he'd gotten Gohan's sleeping bag—one of the items that they'd bothered to save—and put the boy to bed, with the hideously rude alien plush trapped in his embrace.

Junior gave the thing an aggravated look, thinking that Xuanzang was a much better companion for the little boy—and it didn't look half as creepy or offensive.

He was beginning to slip off into sleep, when he heard a sound. He bolted upright as the door knob was twisted, and Junior launched himself up, preparing to attack an assailant. Instead, he was surprised as a very sloppy looking Chi Chi fell from the door.

Yelping in surprise, Junior shot over, catching her shoulder before she keeled over. He prepared to yell at her, but paused, realizing her entire face was red, and she was in the most disrobed state he had yet to see her in.

She wore a short, blue skirt, with thin straps that revealed a white bra slipping down her shoulder. The top plunged deep down, revealing an astonishing amount of cleavage for the mother, and Junior flushed, entirely unsure of what to do.

When Chi Chi lifted her gaze to him, it appeared that she was having trouble focusing.

"Hhhhhheeeeeeeeeeyyyyyy," Chi Chi crooned, eyes crossing as she grasped desperately at Junior's forearms. "I came tuh say good mornin' to my babyyy." She peered around him and almost lost her footing once more.

"You're drunk," Junior stated flatly.

Chi Chi giggled. "No, you."

"Oh my Dragon," Junior groaned, lifting his eyes heavenwards. This family was going to be the death of him. He'd dealt with drunks before, sure—Namekians were notorious lightweights, but that never stopped some young idiot from knocking back more than he could handle. But what he wasn't used to was giggling, slurring women that were demanding to see their children while simultaneously—

"Fuck! Woman! No!" Junior quickly grabbed Chi Chi's hand, which had grabbed at his backside. He was certain he was purple in the face, but she probably couldn't tell that from her drunken haze and laughter.

"Bullllma calls you," she jabbed him for emphasis, and he just thanked the stars that her hands were above the waist now, "the Hottie McNaughty." Again, she was peeling off in laughter, and Junior hurriedly smashed his hand over her mouth. He ignored her wiggling eyebrows, as he brought her over to the lawn chair he'd foolishly thought he could nap in.

"Listen, woman. Your child is asleep. Keep your voice down." Junior commanded. He waited for her to nod in ascension, before he removed his hand. "Now, say your good nights, and I will walk you home."

"You know, yer awful bossy, ain't ya?" Chi Chi huffed, and stood up. He caught her wrist before she could fall backwards, and she whirled her arms useleslly around her. "Whooops!" she giggled, and pitched forward, pushing Junior back on the chair. He yelped, and promptly had a finger smashed against his lips. "Shhhhhh," Chi Chi hissed, "the baby's sleeping."

Junior muttered a few curse words, before he realized that Chi Ci was clambering on top of him. He squeaked, hands jerking away from any body part that could possibly get him in trouble. Desperately, he prayed that the tiny woman would stay at least on his stomach, and not venture any lower for her perch.

Chi Chi leaned forward, arms pressing against his body as she wiggled, her arms looping around his neck. He bit his lip, feeling her breath ghosting against his neck, the sensitive skin reacting to her proximity.

"Hey," she whispered, and he shivered.

"I swear to—,"

"Hey… hey Junior… hey… guess what you got?" Chi Chi was looking at him seriously, and he let his bewilderment show.

"What!?" Junior demanded.

"MILK!" Chi Chi grabbed her breasts, and began hysterically laughing, whole body quaking. Junior stared at her, completely dumbfounded. He didn't even know what to say to her at this point. All he knew was he needed to get her elsewhere. He attempted to move her several times, but each time got him punched in the nose.

Junior sat there, nose a little swollen, and what was certainly blood dribbling out of his nostrils, as he stared pathetically at the sky. Chi Chi had since calmed down—just marginally, and had sprawled herself across his torso. She'd began drooling at some point, and really, Junior wanted to throw her. It was bad enough he'd already had Gohan sleeping on him earlier, but now the mother, too?

Well, she was damned lucky that she looked so peaceful, or she would have been kicked off long ago. And he kept telling himself that he'd get rid of her before he fell asleep, but it wasn't long before her warm pressure on him lulled him off as well.

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