This is just a little thing about the interlude during the three years of the Android Saga, the exact same three years Goten was born. Don't you ever wonder how Chichi puts up with her men? Well, I did too... Until this story! It explains everything!

Housewife: When Chichi's Had Enough

Ch.1 The Incident That Started It All...

"Seriously? How do you get stains on the ceiling? This is ridiculous... Gohan Son, You know better than this. So do you Goku! Both of you, OUT! NOW!" Chichi was red with anger. The boys had somehow managed to get mud, dirt and Kami knows what else on her clean ceiling, walls, and carpet. After she specifically told them to stay outside when they were dirty, they still managed to mess up the ENTIRE household! She came home after a hard day at the super market, hoping to rest for just a few minutes before she had to start on the dinner. She spent the whole day cleaning in hopes that she could get ten minutes to herself. Chichi smiled. For once in her life, she would get to go home and rest. Without having to get up and worry about missed cleaning! She couldn't be more thrilled!

The minute she opened the door, her face fell. Chichi froze. Everything had dirt on it. There was nothing saved. It. Was. Horrible. She dropped the shopping bags with a heavy thud and slipped to the ground in utter defeat. She was never going to get anytime to herself. She could feel the tears welling up behind her closed eyelids, she didn't wanna cry but she wasn't quite strong enough to keep two little pearl droplets from rolling down her cheeks. When she opened her eyes, she noticed the backdoor open, and a trail of clothes leading out it. She numbly stood and walked to the door. As she made it to the archway, she heard the two men in her life having a conversation.

"Hey Dad, Mom's gonna be upset that the house is such a wreck. Didn't she say something about staying outside until dinner?" Gohan's innocent little voice made it's way to her eardrums. So he wasn't listening this morning, eh? She could fix that. One week without training outta show him! Goku moved around a bit in the water before answering his only son. "Uhm.. I'm not sure, I wasn't really paying attention-" Chichi's jaw dropped. She was petrified with anger. How could he not be listening to her? "But," Goku continued on, "I know she gonna be upset. Maybe it won't be too bad, I mean, she likes to clean!" He answered cheerfully. Gohan wasn't so swayed. "Are you sure Dad? I mean, that's a pretty big mess in there." Goku started out of the bath. "Of course I'm sure! We're married, I should know these things shouldn't I?" He teased. Chichi was shaking with unreleased rage. Fury. That was the only word she knew right now. Never in her life had she been so upset. The conversation went on but she didn't hear it. She calmly- well, as calmly as her trembling form would allow- walked back to the front door and gather the bags of food and started for the kitchen.

Setting the items on the cabinet, she started dinner. She couldn't think... She couldn't do anything. The only things she knew was the food in front of her. She allowed her pent up fury to cook for her.

'How could he? I'm his WIFE! He doesn't know me at all! If he payed any attention to me, even the tiniest bit, he would know this stuff! I am NOT happy! I do not like to clean! If he was any kind of husband at all he would at least be trying-'She froze. He didn't care... He was no kind of husband at all... HE WASN'T EVEN TRYING! Goku and Gohan decided to pick that moment to enter. Goku was laughing at something Gohan had said when he caught sight of a VERY angry Chichi chopping vegetables.

He was puzzled. He couldn't figure out for the life of him why Chichi was so angry. What he didn't understand was, she was angry at HIM. Goku nervously cleared his throat. Nothing. "Uhm.. Chichi? You ok?" Again.. nothing. Goku swallowed hard. He must have done something, but what? This was literally a life or death situation and he couldn't figure out what the problem was! Gohan watched the scene in front of him with nervous eyes darting from one parent to the other. Suddenly it hit him! The living room! 'So that's why Mom's upset! I told Dad we needed to fix it but he said she liked to clean... I just KNEW he was wrong!'

He decided to give it a try, "Hey Momma..? I finished three chapters of my homework and that book Bulma let me borrow. If it's ok with you I was wondering if I could go to the library tomorrow...?" Chichi smirked to herself, her son ALWAYS knew how to cool things down a bit. Well, just this time, he wouldn't be in near as much trouble as his father. "Of course sweetie, I'll take you there after breakfast tomorrow morning." She reasoned in a restrained voice. She didn't want them to hear too much anger... yet. She heard Gohan intake sharply, he heard it. "Oh, and by the way sweetheart? You're grounded!" she stabbed the knife into the cutting board so it stood tall and spun around to face the boys. Gohan jumped at the intensity behind her glare. She. Was. Pissed.

"What did I specifically tell you boys NOT to do?" she ground out through clenched teeth. Goku swallowed, hard. "Chi, look, we're really sorry. We didn't mean for-" She cut him off. "DIDN'T MEAN FOR IT TO HAPPEN RIGHT? Well let me tell you something! I spent the entire day, cleaning this house and going shopping so I could come home for just little bit of 'me time'. But do I get it? NO! I don't! I have to come home just so I can clean AGAIN!" Goku flinched. He didn't remember ever seeing her that angry. She was still screaming but Goku zoned out, he was trying to think of how it came to this, how could he have made her so mad? He really didn't mean to, Honest! Suddenly, she stopped. Goku snapped out of his trance when the yelling stopped. Chichi was standing there holding the knife aimed at him. His eyes were as round as saucers. "Well? What are you waiting for? GET OUT!" she screamed again. Goku was confused. Did she really want him to leave? Gohan stared in shock. His mother had never asked his father to leave the house, let alone him! "M-mom... a-a-are you s-serious? You just want us t-to leave..?" he stammered out.

Chichi nodded, she was afraid to speak lest she accidentally take it back. Of course she didn't want them to leave! But they needed to learn. Didn't they? Yes... Right? She was so confused. Goku was frozen. "B-but Chi.. what about dinner-?" That thought was cut short as he dodged a knife that went right past his head. Gohan went white. He turned tail and headed out the door. "I love you Mom!" he called on the way out. Goku stood there a minute, just watching her. Chichi grabbed the handle of a drawer. "Goku," she purred in a low voice, "I have more than one knife, so I suggest... that you... LEAVE!" She shouted again, picking up yet another knife. Goku, not wanting to become a pin cushion, turned and did the same as his son without another word.

After waiting a few minutes just to make sure they were gone, she dropped the knife. She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. Quietly, she picked up what was already made of the not-dinner, put it in a Ziploc baggy, and put it in the fridge. She picked up the knife and put it back in the drawer... and just stood at the cabinet. After a minute, maybe less, she turned around to face the empty house. She watched the gentle breeze fluttering the curtains from the open backdoor. The Amazon Princess held her head high and walked across the room to close the door. Then silently broke down. She collapsed onto the kitchen tiles crying her eyes out, her body shaking from the force of her sobs. She layed there on the cold flooring, to tired to do anything else. She knew what she had to do... but Kami knows she didn't want to. After an hour or so of heart wrenching sobs, she finally cried herself to sleep. She couldn't handle this life anymore. She was going to do something different.

Something that could change her family forever...

TBC...