Vegan was nettled, rightfully so; you don't cut an infant's tail. Chi Chi knew that from experience; she was shocked Bloomer was so careless.
He adored Bulla and knew the risks of cutting a baby's sayain, especially for girls; Chi Chi hoped that Bulla was okay.
No one really wanted to stay; neither the eighteens liked Vegeta, all the parents in the friend group were worried about the baby, and everyone kind of hated Vegeta.
'What are you doing after this?' Eighteen asked as she tugged her dress back up.
'It was supposed to be Vegan's night to cook, but-'
'Are you telling me that you did what Bloomer couldn't and domesticated Vegan?!'
'I didn't domesticate her. She offered to help with the chores and on the farm in exchange for staying with us; you know how she hates charity.'
'Oh, say no more; we're coming to get a plate.'
'Assuming Vgean is still in the mood.'
'I'll bring the booze.'
'I don't allow alcohol in my house.'
'We can drink outside.'
Gohan was excited to see this version of his family, especially his parents.
They were far more affectionate than his; in this world, his father was far more sensitive, but his mother was just as wonderful as he remembered.
Maybe because this Gohan got to have the life she'd always wanted for him.
Or perhaps it is because he gave her a grandchild.
It was weird being wedded to Videl Satan, of all people, but he supposed she was okay.
His parents seemed to like her; everyone did. She does seem more pleasant than his videl.
She wasn't his Videl; she was just a friend.
He watched Videl as she held on to the little girl in her arms; she was chatting with a lady with an afro wearing a yellow dress.
He looked at his mother; she was on the phone, having a very spirited conversation.
'I don't care the pope himself is going to be there, Lady Vegan will not! Her daughter is sick.' There was a pause, and then she yelled, 'Kylie Jenner has children; she will understand.'
Who is mom talking to? He wondered.
'There's no need for that type of language! Oh, yeah? Well, you too?!'
'Who is mom talking to?' he asked aloud.
'It sounds like she's talking to Vegan's publicist.' he heard Eighteen's sigh behind him.
He turned to see this world's Eighteen on her phone. 'She's Vegan's assistant.'
'Why?!'
The disdain in his voice must have been apparent because Eighteen scowled, 'I don't know what kind of issues you have with Vegeta, but she and Vegan are two different people.'
Gohan frowned, but he had to agree: Vegan did seem more personable than Vegeta.
'Sorry, my mother and Vegeta weren't friends.'
'They have a lot in common.' she pulled up her dress. 'Vegan can answer questions about your ancestry that your parents can't.'
'Why is mom working for her?'
'She got tired of nagging, her words, Goku to get a job. It pays well; your dad can train, and your mom can get out of the house. Goten goes to a private school, and you're married. They're both mothers to sayain children; they naturally gravitated towards one another.'
Gohan glanced at her; her hair was shorter than his 18, and she held the little blonde girl.
'Mom, are we going to check on Bulla?'
'Yes, Chi Chi invited us over for dinner.'
Gohan felt the eyes of the girl on him; he looked at her. She looked just like her mom.
'What's your name?' he asked her.
She narrowed her eyes and turned away. 'Mommy, where's daddy?'
Eighteen chuckled. 'He's talking to King Bloomer.'
'Let's see him.'