Goku landed on his front step, holding Gohan in the crook of his arm. Trunks touched down beside him. Before he could even knock, the door flew open to reveal a tight-lipped Chi-Chi, who looked as though she had expected something like this to happen. Fear and anger were apparent on her face, but she said nothing, wordlessly standing back to let them in.
Once they were inside, she threw more logs on the fire, brought an armful of blankets from the closet, and left them alone to get out of their wet clothes. Goku gently undressed his son, while Trunks slipped off his own icy garments. Once he and Gohan were wrapped in the snug blankets and seated before the fire, Goku hurried to the kitchen. A moment later, Chi-Chi's angry voice was heard, lecturing her husband.
Gohan stirred in Trunks's arms. He awoke and sat up, baffled.
"What happened?" he asked blankly. "Did we win?"
"Not now," Trunks murmured to him. He knew that this wasn't the right time to discuss their battle. "I'll tell you about it later." Gohan looked as though he were about to ask more questions, but he was interrupted by Goku's arrival.
The older Saiyan was holding a steaming frying pan in one hand. He stooped down next to Trunks, running his finger around the bottom of the pan as he did so.
"Here, Gohan, this should help," he said. He smeared the green gunk on the tip of his finger over the tiny punctures on his son's ankle. Gohan grimaced in pain and slid out of Trunks's arms to stand closer to the fire.
"You should give some to Trunks, too," he suggested as he edged closer to the comfort of the crackling flames.
Chi-Chi strode into the room with a scowl, saying firmly, "Oh, no you don't." She snatched the frying pan from her husband and took Trunks by the arm, leading him into a nearby bathroom. "You're going to get out of those wet clothes before you do anything else," she called over her shoulder. Goku's only reply was a loud sneeze.
In the bathroom, Chi-Chi pulled Trunks's hand away from his forearm, where he had been pressing his hand against his wound. Her eyes softened with pity, and she gently wiped the blood away with a cloth before smearing more of the softened leaf mush around the slash and wrapping it in bandages.
"What happened out there?" she asked sharply when she'd finished. Trunks hitched the blanket around his shoulders and lied uncomfortably,
"We were fishing, and we hooked a really big one that cut me with one of its fins." He walked back out to the fireplace to avoid any more questioning, even as she called after him disbelievingly,
"Fishing? In this weather?"
The three of them spent the next few hours in front of the fire, warming themselves up until their clothes were dry. None of them dared to discuss what had happened earlier, for fear that Chi-Chi might overhear. They donned their clothes again once they had dried out completely. Wonderful smells drifted from the kitchen, tantalizing them as Chi-Chi cooked up another huge meal, but fate was not about to let supper take place. The doorbell chimed as Goku pulled on the second of his weighted wristbands.
Piccolo stood at the door. "We need to talk," he said tersely. Goku took in the troubled frown on his friend's face and nodded.
"Come on, Trunks, Gohan. You should hear this, too," he said. Raising his voice, he called, "Be back in a little while, Chi-Chi!" He shut the door behind them just as Chi-Chi came running out of the kitchen. "I don't believe it!" she fumed. "You're going out again, after what just happened?" She threw open the door and yelled, "What about dinner?"
But by that time, all she could make out were four specks on the horizon.