1920's Terms
Moll: A gangster's girl
Bubs: Women's breast
Vamp: A seducer of men, a aggressive flirt
Palooka: A below-average or average boxer
See a man about a dog, have to: phrase to describe "I need to leave now", often referring to going out and buying bootleg whiskey
Drugstore Cowboy: A well-dressed man who loiters in public areas trying to pick up women
Ciggy: Cigarette
It was early in the morning when Chi-Chi had felt a weight gently being lifted off her and heard the bedroom door open. Her husband had awoken for the day which meant that she had to awake as well, even if she didn't really want to. Just once it would be nice to lounge around all day in each others arms like back in the days when they were just young lovers without a care in the world. But her duties to her son had to come before her own desires.
She crawled out of bed and left the room as her husband had done. Walking down the stair, she went to the kitchen to find it empty. She heard the sounds of chatter coming from the living room and went to investigate. Goku must be on the phone with someone she thought to herself as she stood in the doorway to the living room. Her theory was proven correct as she saw the man she called her husband with the phone in his hands, the transmitted by his mouth and the receiver close to his ear. She could tell he was focused intently on the conversation as his face was contorted into a scowl, making him look stricter than he actually was.
The women hadn't really been paying attention to the conversation her husband was having until something caught her attention.
"Listen, you and I will go and finish off the deal ourselves. I don't want a repeat of what happened last time, got that." This made her blood boil until it was as hot as lava. He couldn't have actually forgot about what he promised to do today, could he. Of course he could, she thought, he's Goku after all. Hanging up the phone, Goku had turned around to find his wife glaring at him.
"You promised to spend the day with Gohan, remember." Her arms crossed over her chest as the man had nervous, goofy grin on his face. That only made her more pissed off than she already was.
"I remembered Chi. It's just that Yamcha, Puar, and Oolong were suppose to be making a deal down at the docks to get more alcohol, but Puar and Oolong suddenly became busy." He defended, knowing how his wife got when ever something concerned their son.
"Why can't Yamcha just go alone, or why not get Bulma to go with him?"
"Bulma hasn't gone to a deal with Yamcha since their breakup and the last time Yamcha went by himself it ended up in a shoot out and the deal going down flat."
"You can't find anyone else to go instead of you?"
"Nope, it has to be me, but the deal shouldn't take to long. I'll still get to spend most the day with Gohan, I just have to cut out a part of it."
Chi-Chi let a sigh escape from her lips. She was tired. It was always the same routine with her husband. He would make a plans, but then something or someone would get in the way and then they would have to cancel because had to be taken care of soon. It was all fine when it use to be the two of them, but now they had a child and it was just unacceptable. At times, it seemed as though his gang was more important to him than his family.
The woman was snapped out of her thoughts by her husband's stomach growling with hunger. She stomped out of the doorway and into the kitchen, starting to make breakfast for her family. After a few minutes had past she heard a pair of shoes clicking and clacking across kitchen floor. She didn't have to look to know it was her husband, but she did anyway.
Indeed, it was Goku. He must have gone back to their room while she was cooking because he had changed out his pajamas and was wearing his favorite suit. The suit was a dark shade of blue with a white undershirt and a bright orange tie that was untied at the moment. She never understood why he favored that suit to all his others since it seemed it was more distracting than appealing, but he did have a weird taste in style. She turned back around, focusing on making breakfast rather than him.
The man strolled up to the small kitchen table and leaned against it, staring at his wife's back. The couple had stayed in their spots for what seemed like hours, silence filling to room around. Nervously clearing his throat, he had decided to break the silence with an important question.
"Hey Chi, would you mind tying my tie for me?" The man sheepishly ask.
Letting out a sigh, Chi-Chi went over to him and tied his tie for him while Goku scratching the back of his head with nervous grin. She always forgot how short she was compared to her husband, her head reaching just under his chin. Once she finished, the man embraced his wife. "Thanks Chi."
She gently tried pushed him away, but his body hadn't even moved an inch. Annoyed, she replied, "Yeah, yeah, your welcome. I still don't get how a grown man doesn't know how to tie his damn tie."
"You know Grandpa had been able to get around to it before he died."
"That doesn't give you an excuse! You wear a suit every single day, you should have learned by now! Honestly, sometimes I think I married a child. I mean seriously-" Her rant was cut short when her husband crashed his mouth onto her's. She quietly cursed at him in her head. She wasn't in the mood for his attempts to make her feel better, but at the same time she didn't want hime to stop. She loved whenever her husband cared showed his love, it made her feel special, a child getting praised for doing a good job. Soon, she found herself kissing him back.
But, as quickly as it had started, Goku pulled his lips away and ended their kiss. As the two tried to catch their breaths -faces flushed from the interaction- he leaned his forehead against Chi-Chi's. His hands slid down her arms until he reached her hands, interlocking their fingers.
"Your my favorite moll." The man whispered under his breath, staring longingly into her eyes.
"Silly Daddy, Mommy's name isn't moll!" An innocent voice exclaimed. The married couple leaped away from one another, startled by the third voice. They both turned their heads to see Gohan -who was dressed for the day- standing in the doorway of the kitchen, having witness an intimate moment between the couple. Their already blushing faces became even more red in that very instant.
The young boy seemed to ignore them as he sat down at the table, both his and his father's stomachs growling as loud as a lion. When the married couple got out of their initial shock, the husband went to join the five year old at the table while the wife went to serve up their breakfast. Once each had a plate, they started to eat as a family. The father chowed down on everything insight, he always did have the worst table manners. The boy went to a fit of giggles, the wife on the other hand scowled her husband for the way he was eating. An apologetic, but still goofy grin was plastered onto his face as he dragged his hand through is thick, black hair.
Once they had all finished, Goku and Gohan walked towards the front door, Chi-Chi followed closely behind the two. She grabbed Goku's fedora and trench coat from the hanger that were by the door. She slung the coat around her husband's shoulder and plated the hat on top of his head, positioning it so that it obscured his view. As the man tried to fit his arms in the sleeves, the woman planted a quick peck on his check. As he finished with his coat and fixed his hat, the woman had already leaned away from him. She kneeled to the ground and peck her son in the same way she did her husband. After she slightly tousled the boys hair, she stood up straight and looked into eyes of the man she loved.
"Have a good day." She said to the two as she walked back down the hall and up the stairs to finally get change for the day. The two boys just stared strangely at the woman before they headed out the door.
Goku and his son had to walked through the crowd streets since they didn't actually own a car. Stupid move on Goku's part considering they lived far away from the center of the city. The Sons didn't live in the suburbs, but it still wasn't that close to where everything was. He didn't regret it however, since it was where his Grandpa Gohan had lived. The man had looked up to his grandpa, even though they weren't related by blood. He had took him in when no one else would, giving the care and love any family member would. He couldn't bare to give up the old place when his grandpa had passed, so he moved in with Chi-Chi and had named their son after him out of respect.
As the head towards their destination, the man made sure to keep a firm grip on the boys hand, making sure he wouldn't lost in the sea of human bodies. Lucky, the man knew the quickest route to there objective, but the pair still had to hike for about half an hour until they had made it outside the establishment. The Flying Nimbus.
As the two opened the door the speakeasy, the first thing they noticed was a certain blue-haired flapper laying on top of the bar counter, showing herself off to a the bartender. Meanwhile, the blonde-haired woman was scrubbing down the tables.
"Bulma, I didn't realize you were show desperate for male attention since you left Yamcha. You look like you're about to show off your bubs to poor old Piccolo. Or maybe you were always a vamp." Goku joked, catching the attention to the three occupants of in the room. Bulma immediately sat up and slid off the counter, only to lean her arm against it.
"If it means I can get what I want, than I would be more than happy to show him what's under my dress." She replied flirtatiously, giving him a coy wink as well.
"Always so vulgar. Anyhow, I already told you no, so why don't you just scram." Piccolo stepped in. The blue-haired woman looked as though she was about to blow a fume at that statement. Before she could launch her verbal assault and the black man, the blonde-haired woman had walked up behind her and covered her mouth with her own hand.
"What is this little spat over anyways?" Goku questioned, very confused of the current situation he had walked into.
"Bulma was tryin' to convince Piccolo to let me go shoppin' with her." Launch asked for him. "I had already told her that it wasn't gonna happen because I'm already leavin' early tonight."
After prying Launch's hand away from her mouth, Bulma interjected, "That's why you have to go shopping with me, you need a new dress to show off to Tien on your date tonight."
The blonde-haired woman's face couldn't have gotten a deeper shade of red. "I told ya, it's not a date. I'm just goin' to his match tonight to cheer him on!"
"Bullshit! I'm your roommate, and I know for fact that you got a crush on the palooka." The women delved into their own secret conversation that just left the two men and the small child even more confused. Goku, already delayed because of the walk, wanted to settle the issue here and now.
"Sorry Bulma, but I have to agree with Piccolo on this one. Just go shopping by yourself." The blue-haired woman had sent a nasty glare in his direction, causing the man to hide behind the Piccolo. Knowing that she had lost the battle, she stormed out of the speakeasy, smoke coming out of her ears.
All the adult males breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that Bulma's fits of rage where not something one wanted to experience. Then again, Launch was no better when riled up, especially since she knew there was a tommy gun behind the bar.
Goku strolled up towards Piccolo, slinging an arm around his shoulders. "Listen, I need a favor. Yamcha and I have to go see a man about a dog and I can't exactly bring Gohan. So, if you wouldn't mind keeping him occupied for a while…"
"Why me?"
"Aw, come on Piccolo. You know the kid looks up to you. He loves hanging out with you. It shouldn't even take to long, an hour or two at most. I swear." The bartender contemplated for a few seconds, staring at the five year old who had started having a conversation with the barmaid.
"Fine." He grunted. He hated how he couldn't say no when it came to the kid. The man patted his bartender on the back and walked over to his son, kneeling down to look him in the eyes.
"Daddy has to go somewhere. I won't take to long. Promise to be good for Mr. Piccolo and Miss Launch?" The young boy's small smile had grown to a giant grin as he nodded his head in response to his father. The boy hugged his father before running over to the black man. The man waved goodbye to his two employees then exited the facility. Once outside, he pulled a box of cigarettes and a lighter out of his coat pocket. He needed a smoke. He always had on before a deal transpired. It made him feel more relaxed.
He took a long drag as he merged with he crowded sidewalk. This time, however, he didn't need to go to far. All he need to do was go to the corner of the street be where he had told Yamcha to met him earlier. Even at a distance, he could see Yamcha, flirting with every doll that cam across his view.
"I bet if she had know you'd end up becoming a drugstore cowboy, Bulma never would have gotten with you in the first place." He yelled over the noise of the crowd once he reached the other man. Yamcha chuckled at his remark before they walked over to his car.
"You know as well as I that we'll end up back together anyways. She needs a big, strong man like me to take care of her." He cockily replied, hopping in the driver's seat. "Give me a ciggy will ya."
"Let's just get this deal over with quickly. I'm meant to be sending time with my son." Goku replied grumpily, jumping into the passengers seat and handing the man a cigarette. He thought Yamcha was a good guy to hang with, but his arrogance could be a little granting at times. Suddenly, the car just sped off, heading to the docks locating on the opposite side of town.
A/N: Thank you to everyone who has either favorited, followed, or commented on this story. It puts a smile on my face knowing that people actually want me to continue with my crazy idea.
I know I forgot to mention this last chapter, but I'm probably gonna be updating the story about once a month. I don't like giving exact dates of when I'm updating because I probably won't make the deadline. I also don't like going by how many comments I get because I feel that's unfair for people who don't comment. Though I will admit, the more comments I get, the more likely I will write the next chapter and upload it. So, please keep up the support! I might update again in this month though any way since it's technically April now and I already started writing a part of the next chapter... but we'll have to see.
Important: If anyone loves to draw and would be interested in doing a cover for this story, please PM about it because I can't draw for shit. I would absolutely love the person who did this for me forever. I don't like the cover for the story now, since it has nothing to do with the story its self, and would like one that is a better fit, but I don't really have connections with any DBZ artists. All I'm trying to say is please help!
Anyways, This chapter was to get more of a feel of the character relationships between one another. Next chapter is were that totally mysterious character, who was in no way obvious, gets his true introduction. I mean, I bet y'all are all dying to know who he was anyways. *wink, wink, nudge nudge.*
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