The Great Sayian Vocation Venture
Grumbling Bellies and Hope For the Future
(Two Weeks Later)
Goku burst through the door after his usual training session with his son. "Boy, Gohan, we sure did work up a sweat! Let's hit the showers."
Gohan smiled up at his father. "Alright, dad!"
Goku pulled off his shirts and threw them to the floor in a pile with his pants, and Gohan did the same, although hesitantly when he noticed something. "Dad? Why are all our clothes in a pile where we left them instead of clean and in our drawers?"
Goku scratched his head. "Well, I don't know, son. Maybe your mother just forgot to take care of that. Oh well, I'm sure she'll remember soon."
With that, the boys were out the back door and, soon enough, splashing was heard from the backyard. After they had finished their baths, the two made their way back into the house. Goku stopped just inside the door to inhale deeply with a giant beaming grin on his face…which shortly faded. He put his hands on his hips and cocked his head to one side, then tried it again. Nothing. "Hmm…that's strange. Chi Chi?"
His wife entered the room. "Yes, dear?"
"Umm…why can't I smell anything cooking?"
"Because nothing is cooking, dear."
"Oh." He had to think this one over for a moment. "Well…isn't there usually something cooking right about now? I mean, Gohan and I just got done training for the day and we-"
"Yes, there usually is something cooking, honey…" she replied. "But there isn't today. And there won't be any ever again."
Goku nearly collapsed on the floor, joined by his son's jaw. "WHAT?!" the pair exclaimed. "But…but…"
"Goku, haven't you noticed that the only thing I ever cook anymore is fish?" she began.
"Um…Uh…yes," he answered, seemingly proud that he had figured it out, and at the same time, a bit confused about what this had to do with dinner.
"Well," she continued. "Do you ever wonder why I always cook that nasty animal, even though it tastes the worst and is the messiest and hardest to prepare?"
Goku once again returned to the deepest recesses of his mind. Finally, the answer became clear to him. "Because that's what I bring home every day for you to cook?"
Chi Chi looked him up and down, arms folded, tapping her foot. Finally she let loose. "Because It's the only thing we can afford!" she bellowed, causing her husband to step back a few feet.
"Well…that's probably true, but I can't really do anything about that, dear."
"That's where you're wrong, mister. If you don't march right down into the city and find a job tomorrow, you'll be going hungry from now on."
Panic beginning to set in, Goku nodded vigorously. "Okay, Chi Chi. Whatever you want. Now can we please have dinner?"
"Ha!" Chi Chi, daintily picking up a book and sauntering out of the kitchen dangling it from her hand. "Once you get a job. Until then, you can deal with that."
Goku's poor heart sank almost as low as his grumbling stomach. He looked at the little half-sayian at his side. "Well, let's get to work.