And here's the second installment to 'To Be a Saiyan'. :) Didn't really have a hard time deciding what this one would be about. Ha! Fan art is so awe-inspiring.

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Super Saiyan

Chi-Chi wanted to keel over and die and to emphasize her annoyance, the short woman slammed her palm into her face, roughly dragging it down her chin to the point where the pink muscle hidden beneath her lashes showed.

"Please ...," she mumbled, her eyebrows creasing into a frown. "Please tell me that it's almost over. I can't ... I can't freaking take it anymore!"

Her outburst startled the warrior sitting at the dinner table, his large form hunched over a bundle of broken plates and glasses, a pitcher of orange juice - or what was a pitcher - scattered across the wooden floor like a sun-kissed tidal wave, shards of broken glass decorating the mess in a torrent of sparkles in the brightly lit room. Goku sucked back his lips as if someone had just forced a lemon down his throat, the words 'I'm sorry' beat-boxing on the tip of his tongue.

The look that he was receiving from his wife made him want to bolt from his spot at the table, but the fear welling up inside of him told him to stay right where he was. Watching his wife struggle to contain her animosity was scaring him, her flowing black locks flaring as if she were getting ready to use the Kaio-ken technique times four. The Saiyan briefly wondered if she had picked up on the skill. She definitely had the look for it.

Goku raised a hand to the back of his head and he scratched it in his usual manner before fanning his free hand, his face forming a nervous smile as he tried his darnedest to remove himself from the table without breaking anything else lest he end up like the broken pitcher of juice, plates, and glasses on the floor.

"Chich," Goku said with a nervous laugh. "I'll clean it up. Just -gulp- calm down." For my sake ...

Ebony eyes met teal in a fearsome staring contest, Goku's swimming in fear, Chi-Chi's flaring in nothing short of anger. Shaking in ire, Chi-Chi curled her hands into fists, bringing them to her sides as she fought in a desperate attempt to calm herself. She wanted nothing more than to take a pot, a pan, a bucket, something, and smash it into her husband's over-sized cranium. But she knew that if she were to do that, then whatever item she was holding would just disintegrate into a million pieces.

Hard-headed delinquents! she thought fiercely.

They went over this ... and she had honestly lost count of how many times she had told him not to do it! At least, not in the house. And especially not in her comfort zone - the kitchen! 'Part of some new training regime with Goten' he says. This is like Gohan all over again from when he came home some odd years ago, his beautiful black locks a golden-puff mess! Only this time, it was her energy-induced, hyperactive son, who - thank Kami was taking a nap - was undergoing the ridiculous training regime! She absolutely loathed Super Saiyans. Maybe not to the extent that she used to, but she definitely hated the ridiculous amounts of strength that came with it.

They broke everything they got their hands on! Chi-Chi was willing to make a bet that a Super Saiyan would break a piece of paper if they could! Kami knows they break wind more often than they should, her husband especially.

"You're damn right you're gonna clean up that mess!" she barked, marching over to the utility closet to grab a mop for the spilled juice and a towel for the broken glass.

Goku visibly flinched at his wife's unforgiving tone as he stood from his seat, making sure that his hands didn't touch the table or the chair lest they end up like the shards of broken kitchen utensils on the floor.

In an effort to save not only his hide but to calm his irate lover, Goku reached a hand out to take the towel from her hands, but she pulled back, shooting him another one of her death-induced glares; he eeped in fear.

"Do you think I'm gonna let you pick up the glass?" she asked him incredulously. "Because if so, then you're sadly mistaken, buster. You're liable to break the already broken glass, what with those watermelon-sized finger muscles of yours. I want you to go get a pail of water and a sponge, and hopefully without breaking anything!"

Goku slumped his shoulders at his wife's bitter remark. "They're not that big," he whined, holding up his hands to showcase to his wife. "See? They're barely bigger than yours!"

Chi-Chi scoffed, leaning the mop against the kitchen counter, tossing the towel over the previously occupied chair. "Spare me the theatrics, Goku," she said, rolling up the sleeves to her shirt, cuffing them at her elbows before she placed her hands into her husband's. As expected, his hands were ten times bigger than her own, as was everything else on his body. She fought down the suspicion that one of his calf muscles were at least one of her arms and legs put together. That's just how well-equipped his build was ... well, now that he paraded around the house as a Super Saiyan.

"Now do you see? Your hand is way bigger than mine, and it's not just because I'm a female either," she remarked, stretching her fingers out in a vain attempt at covering up her husband's hand.

He laughed at her, and she immediately found her round pupils darting up to her once inky-haired husband. She had to admit, he made for a very handsome blonde. His hair stood on end, and what was originally black was now enveloped in a veil of golden light. His ebony orbs shone a beautiful sea-foam green, giving off the image that he was some sort of ancient god carved out of marble stone.

His muscles, she noticed with a tinge of pink kissing her cheeks, had increased in size. She hadn't been kidding when she thought that at least one of his muscles were two of her own limbs. While admiring his bodily and facial features, Chi-Chi noticed for the first time in a very long time just how tall he was compared to her. While his height was certainly intimidating, what with him standing at a full-blown 6 feet while she stood at the mere height of 5'4, nothing about him radiated fierce. He was the same boyish, if not, childish man she fell in love with eons ago.

"Gee, I guess you're right," Goku agreed, snapping Chi-Chi from her stupor, her blushing in embarrassment at having just gawked at her husband's appearance like a school girl. "Now, let me wipe up this orange juice," he said, reaching over his wife for the towel that decorated the chair.

"What did I just tell yo-" and before she could get the words out, she slipped on the sticky mess that illuminated the floors as she fought to get over her husband's rock-hard arm for the towel. She yelped, shutting her eyes tight, hoping that she wouldn't collide with the glass-covered floors. Time stood at a standstill as hot breath wafted across Chi-Chi's scorching red face, her heart, as well as the sound of the man's heart, beating in her ears like a Spirit Bomb.

"You okay?"

Chi-Chi peeled an eye open, her husband's light-induced face brandishing her sight, his ultramarine eyes glazed over in concern as well as with a faint hint of amusement. Chi-Chi could feel her face heating up as Goku graced her with one of his boyish grins, thus making his wife's insides squirm in childish delight. Even after all of these years, he still had that same quirky charm that made her squeal. She could do nothing but nod her head, her words caught in her throat as Goku's deep voice rumbled in laughter.

"Good," he breathed deeply, causing the ex-fighter's insides to melt. His eyes never left hers, one of his massive arms coddling her protectively against his bulging pectorals. He leaned in closer, Chi-Chi's eyes staring into his with an intense desire. Slowly, her eyes drifted shut, her lips pursing for what she determined would be a lovely, if not, then a passionate kiss.

When nothing happened, Chi-Chi peeled an eye open, catching her sight was the adorably befuddled expression of her blonde husband.

"Needed to get the towel," he laughed out, straightening out his wife, whose mouth was wide open in disbelief, her voice lost in her throat. Goku released his grip on her completely, shuffling to the floor as he snatched up the pieces of glass without breaking a sweat ... or the glass. He caught her torn expression and looked up to her, golden eyebrows raised. "You okay?"

Chi-Chi caught herself, growling out in frustration, anger, and worst of all, complete and utter embarrassment. "You ... you ..."

"Huh?" Goku's full attention was on her now, sherbet green eyes watching as she visibly quaked, her face steaming red, her fists curled into her face. "Somethin' wrong?"

"You jerk!" she cried out, bopping him upside his head. She knew it was going to hurt her later, as his head felt like a forty ton cement block, but she didn't care. "I hate Super Saiyans!"

And she promptly stomped out of the kitchen, leaving a confused, if not, a bemused Goku in her wake.

He stared into the direction that his wife stormed into for what felt like hours, and slowly turned his head back to the task in front of him. He smiled to himself as he went back to picking up the shards of glass, a mischievous glint flashing in his blue-green irises.

"I still got it ..."

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Ha! I had a lot of fun writing this one. Funny how I just published the first chapter a few hours ago, and I already have this one out. This is coming along faster than I expected. Woo! Gotta love Goku, huh? Cute, charming, and if not anything else, funny as hell.

lovers45: You are the first one to comment, lol! And I thank you for reading and reviewing! :)

Look out for the next installment: Super Saiyan 2.

Edit: All errors have been completed - 3/5/2012