Hold the Phone!
Goku has a Sister!?
12
Chi-Chi stood at the stove, stirring the rice in the pot. She listened with half an ear to Bulma, who was sitting at the table, holding a cup of tea. The men had gone outside, taking marshmallows and camping gear. She glanced out the window. She could see Goku, Gohan, and Krillin sitting at a fire, while Tien and Yamcha sparred. Everyone seemed content. She thought about the girl upstairs, who mostly kept to herself these days. She didn't much interact with everybody before either! Sighing, she glanced at Bulma.
"You want to go out and get the men? If they stuff themselves with any more marshmallows, they're not going to eat!"
Bulma nodded, her gaze traveling to the ceiling. "Is she joining us?"
Chi-Chi looked up as well. "She said she was eating with us. That's it."
"How is she doing, by the way? Since she came here?" Bulma asked, getting up and setting her cup in the sink.
Chi-Chi shrugged, briefly glancing at Bulma before turning her attention back to the stove.
"She's more quiet than when she first came here," she stated softly.
Bulma's brows furrowed gently as she leaned back against the counter. After a moment she sighed, going outside and calling the men in to eat. The quietness of the kitchen evaporated as the fighters filed in, Kenya appearing a moment later and sitting down at the table, not saying anything. The women studied her before setting the food on the table. Kenya waited, seeming to stare at the wall, as everyone grabbed food. She filled her plate last, eating much slower than everyone else. They kept studying her, but she didn't look at anyone. When dessert appeared, she stood up.
"Goku," she said softly, despite the noise. He looked at her. "Can I talk to you for a moment?"
She walked out, not waiting for her brother to follow. The kitchen got quiet, their eyes on Goku's back as he followed Kenya.
A few tense minutes passed as they all waited for the two to return. When they heard footsteps coming back, they all looked towards the door. Only Goku appeared. His brows were furrowed, his gaze studying the floor. He sat down, not touching his food. That worried everyone.
Chi-Chi laid a hand over his. "What happened?"
Goku kept his head down for a few more seconds, before slowly lifting his fork. He hesitated before taking a bite.
"She said she's leaving," he stated quietly. He quickly shoved the food in his mouth, his throat working.
"Why!" Bulma asked, her shocked gaze on Goku's bent head. The fighters waited for his answer.
"She wouldn't say." Goku sat his fork down, his jaw clenching. He got up, going out the front door.
Everyone looked at his half eaten plate, then to the door. They finally looked at one another.
"Man, poor Goku," Krillin murmured, crossing his arms.
"Yeah, Bummer," Yamcha chimed in, looking at his wife. She met his gaze, frowning.
"That damn Vegeta!" Bulma growled, banging the table.
"Bulma! We don't know it's because of Vegeta!" Chi-Chi stated, getting up. She grabbed some dishes, taking them to the sink.
She suddenly sat them down, hard. "But I'm finding out!" Chi-Chi stated loudly, marching out of the kitchen. Everyone listened to her stomps on the stairs.
Tien and Krillin went outside to check on Goku, while Bulma and Yamcha stayed seated.
"Do you think it is because of him?" Yamcha asked softly. He watched Bulma grit her teeth.
"Why else would she be going away! Then again, who could blame her! Getting away from that man!" She twisted her napkin, bits and pieces falling on the floor.
They looked up as Chi-Chi walked back in. She sat at the table, biting her lower lip.
"Well!" Bulma demanded.
"She said that..." Chi-Chi cleared her throat. "She said she felt it was time to go home. She's spent enough time here, getting to know her brother and learning about her heritage. She said it's time to go back."
Bulma snorted. "Meaning she's running away from Vegeta!"
Goku's wife sighed. "We don't know that Bulma! She probably does want to go home. After all! She did spend most of her life on that other planet!"
Bulma turned fully towards her. "Yeah, but I thought she said that she had nothing there! That's why she came here, to be with family!"
Chi-Chi shrugged, sighing again and getting up to start the dishes.
The blue-haired woman jumped up. "I need to go check on Goku! Poor thing! Those men don't know how to console anybody!"
She walked out, leaving Yamcha sitting at the table.
He hesitated, studying Chi-Chi's back before speaking. "You don't think..."
The woman turned as he spoke. "I don't think what?" she demanded, watching him struggled with whatever he wanted to say.
"You don't think she's...um..." Yamcha's face flushed a little. "Pregnant, do you?" he finished softly.
Chi-Chi studied him for a moment. "No," she finally said. "I would know the signs. She's been here long enough for me to notice."
She turned back to the sink, scrubbing vigorously at the huge pot.
Yamcha stared at the table, narrowing his eyes for a moment before getting up and following his wife.
Yamcha walked slowly behind his wife, watching her stomp up the steps to their home. She slung the door open, huffing in agitation, slinging her pocket book on the floor. She settled her hands on her hips, scowling as he closed the front door behind him.
"Calm down Bulma! There's nothing you can do about it!"
Yamcha wrapped an arm around her, kissing her shoulder. He rested his chin on her shoulder, tugging her tense body back against him.
"She's a grown woman. She can do as she wishes."
"Yeah but...but...to just up and decide to leave like that! I'm..." Bulma sighed, leaning her head back against his chest. "I'm just aggravated, that's all. I like her, and I'm-"
She cut off as Vegeta walked in, not glancing at them as he headed for the stairs. Her body tensed again.
"You!" Bulma shrieked.
Vegeta stopped, turning his head and glaring at her.
"I could slap you right now!" She stated, folding her arms.
The saiyan narrowed his eyes. "What the hell's gotten into you!" He looked at Yamcha. "What's your woman yapping about!"
"OOOHHHHH!" she seethed in anger.
Yamcha sighed, putting an arm around her shoulder's and attempting to steer her away.
"Not now, okay Bulma! Sleep on it, then we'll think of something. Okay?"
She grumbled, letting him turn her towards their bedroom, shooting another glare over her shoulder at the prince.
Vegeta watched them, eyes narrowed. "Tch." He turned, going up the stairs. He shook his head. That woman's nuts!
He walked through the kitchen door, throwing the towel over one shoulder. He ignored the blue-haired woman sitting at the table. He heard her slam her coffee cup down as he strolled in. Not paying attention to her, he grabbed some breakfast, intending on eating as fast as he could and training for the rest of the day. Vegeta sat down, shoveling food into his mouth without a word.
"Jerk!" Bulma snapped.
He sighed, looking up. She was glaring at him. Taking another bite of his food, he narrowed his eyes.
"What's your problem?"
She snorted, her chair scraping as she got up. She slammed her cup in the sink, turning angry eyes on him. He arched a brow.
"You know what! I'm not going to tell you. You don't deserve to know, asshole!"
With one last glare, she stomped out.
He eyed the door for a moment, then shrugged. Finishing his food, he headed outside.
He paused later that day as Goku walked into the training pod. Vegeta slid a glance behind him, returning his gaze to the warrior as the door closed. He lowered to the floor.
"What?"
He noticed Goku's clenched jaw, but didn't comment. The saiyan looked mad enough. He folded his arms, waiting for Goku to state what he wanted. He watched the man slowly walk forward.
"You want a training partner?"
Before Vegeta could respond, Goku punched him across the face. Stumbling back a bit, he straightened, eying the man for a moment. He rubbed a hand over his mouth, wiping the trail of blood off, a slow smile appearing.
"I see," he stated softly, watching Goku power up. He did the same. He eyed the other saiyan, watching as he paced like a cage lion, his eyes hard.
Goku lauched himself. A boom reverberated around the room as they clashed, fists and legs flying. Goku got a punch in, Vegeta grunting as the man's fist connected with his stomach. He retaliated, gritting his teeth and going on the offense. A grim frown seemed to stay permanent on Goku's face. They broke apart after awhile, both breathing hard.
Vegeta eyed the other warrior. "Are you going to tell me what this is about, or are we just gonna beat each other up for the hell of it?"
Goku snarled, which surprised him a little. He studied the usually easy going saiyan.
"What! You need a reason to fight me Vegeta? Since when?"
Vegeta took another big breath, watching the man pace.
"Since now," he growled, narrowing his eyes.
His eyes followed Goku, noticing he seemed to have his mind on something else. The man suddenly stopped, baring his teeth.
"You just couldn't leave well enough alone, could you!?"
Vegeta studied him, slightly puzzled. He's as crazy as the blue haired woman!
"What the hell are you talking about!?" he demanded, tensing as Goku started towards him.
He stopped three feet in front of him. "You mean to tell me you don't know?" he asked softly. When Vegeta didn't say anything, his eyes narrowed even more. "You're telling me Bulma didn't tell you!?"
Vegeta snorted. "That fool woman has been doing nothing but shouting obscenities at me since last night! She doesn't make any sense, and neither do you!" He straightened, walking over and pushing the button to turn the gravity off, grunting as the air lightened, going over and grabbing his drink.
Goku slowly walked over, leaning against the wall, facing the prince. Silence filled the pod as Vegeta drank, wiping his face and neck with his towel. He looked over, scowling as Goku continued to study him.
"She's leaving," Goku said softly.
He saw Vegeta tense. "What are you talking about, Kakkarot?" He opened the door, walking down the steps, Goku following quietly behind. Goku waited until they were back in the house before speaking again.
"My sister's leaving." He watched Vegeta pause for a second, before continuing to bend down in the fridge, grabbing another bottle of water. He watched the man open it, slinging half of it back. The prince didn't turn around.
"And?" Vegeta demanded, finally turning and glaring at Goku. His knuckles whitened on the water bottle. Goku noticed it, narrowing his eyes and meeting the prince's.
"And she's leaving tomorrow. Didn't know if you were wanting to say goodbye or not," Goku finished softly. He studied the warrior's face.
Vegeta frowned, untwisting the cap of the bottle, drinking down the rest before throwing it in the trash. He looked back at Goku.
"Why would I want to say goodbye?"
"Well, I thought that you two had become friends-"
"Tch." Vegeta let out a sound of disgust. He snorted. "Friends with your bratty sister!?" He shook his head. "I don't think so."
He started walking away, heading towards the door.
"She loves you, you know," Goku stated softly.
He stopped in his tracks. He momentarily closed his eyes, his jaw clenching. He looked back.
Goku studied him for a moment, before turning and leaving.