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Power Woman Wife of Goku – Slice of Life I: Training With Mr. Popo and Saiyan Family Bonding

By

Celgress

Earth Dragon Ball Universe, many years ago

The Lookout, afternoon

"Yay, we made it to the top, Carri." Young Goku said happily.

"Finally," Young Carri said rolling her eyes. The trip up had been gruelling. While she could fly it was only for short distances because of her young age which had not made things easy.

"Now we can train with Kami the strongest, most powerful, greatest warrior alive," Young Goku said as he and Carri walked slowly around the top of the structure which was partially shrouded in mist. "Aren't you excited?"

"I kind of am," Young Carri admitted smiling. However, her smile soon faded when she spotted what looked for all the world like a huskily built obsidian skinned male genie who sat cross-legged on a carpet in the middle of the vast courtyard.

"Who's he?" Young Goku asked Carri nudging her with his elbow.

"Beats me, maybe an Aladdin reject?" Carri said with a shrug. "He looks creepy though whoever he is. Maybe we should leave him alone?"

"Nah," I'm sure he is friendly." Goku grabbed Carri by her hand and pulled her along up to where the genie like entity sat.

"Why hello there children. Mr. Popo is happy to have company." The genie like entity said as his unblinking eyes locked onto the pair. His gaze sent a shiver up both Goku's and Carri's spines.

The Lookout Present Day (two weeks after the arrival of Raditz), morning

Krillin, Yamcha, Tien, Chiaotzu and Yajirobe stood expectantly before Kami Guardian of Earth. After hearing about the threat posed by the Cold Empire from their good friends Goku & Carri they had decided they all required more training. According to information provided by Raditz, the warriors of Earth knew two Saiyans far stronger than Raditz himself would arrive within a year and seize the planet unless they were defeated.

"You have each come to train with me on my lookout," Kami said. "But since I am rather busy with my regular duties as guardian of Earth, you shall instead receive instruction from my assistant Mr. Popo. Mr. Popo, do what must be done." Kami turned and departed leaving the four alone with his odd looking assistant who wore a blank expression on his face.

"Yes Kami," Mr. Popo said in his eerie voice to the departing guardian his hands clasped behind his back.

"Listen closely slugs. I'll only say this once." Mr. Popo said his previously placid demeanor gone. For some unknown reason, Popo always referred to himself in the third person as Mr. Popo. It was one of the many eccentric quirks of his caustic personality. "Mr. Popo is going to tell you five the pecking order around these parts. It goes you, the dirt, the worms inside of the dirt, Shenron, Mr. Popo, and at the top Kami." Mr. Popo paused briefly. "Does anyone have any questions?"

"Yeah, I do," Krillin said timidly.

"Go ahead Mr. Popo is listening." Mr. Popo said turning his unflinching stare on Krillin.

"W-What does any of what you just told us have to do with training?" Krillin said.

"Aren't you a brave one. Mr. Popo likes that. Mr. Popo thinks you and Mr. Popo will get along swimmingly bald man." Mr. Popo said smiling creepily at Krillin which caused the ex-monk to flinch. Not for the first time since arriving atop the lookout the five warriors wondered what they had gotten themselves into.

"And I'm out, bye suckers," Yajirobe said waddling away fast as his stout legs could carry him.

"Pfft, Mr. Popo hates quitters." Mr. Popo shouted after him. "Go home and cry into Korin's fur wuss."

"Whatever," Yajirobe said giving Mr. Popo the finger before he passed out of sight.

"Furry lovers, is Mr. Popo right people?"Mr. Popo said

"Um, Mr. Popo," Yamcha said.

"Yes," Mr. Popo said.

"When is our first actual lesson?" Yamcha said unhappy with how there first session was progressing.

"Oh that, Mr. Popo almost forgot," Mr. Popo said. "Mr. Popo will be right back."

Mr. Popo vanished into the chambers atop the lookout. More than half an hour later he returned. In his hands were four mops and a bucket of water.

"Ah, you four are still here." Mr. Popo said as if he was surprised the four had not become frustrated by his prolonged absence and left.

"What are those for?" Tien asked pointing at the cleaning implements.

"You're first lesson, of course." Mr. Popo said. "Mr. Popo wants to see his face in this floor by sundown."

"You can't be serious?" Tien said taken aback by the surrealness of the situation.

"Mr. Popo assures you Mr. Popo is deadly serious. Now hop to it slugs!" Mr. Popo said thrusting a mop into each of their hands. He gave Krillin the bucket in addition to a mop while petting him on his head akin to how a proud owner would treat a favored pet. "Because you're Mr. Popo's special little man you get to be in charge of the bucket. Doesn't that sound exciting? Mr. Popo knows it is a great responsibility, but don't let the power go to your head." Mr. Popo then left the bewildered warriors to their less than glamours task. He whistled the theme from the Exorcist while he walked back inside.

Home of Goku & Carri, afternoon

"Stay still," Raditz said running around the front yard after Gohan. He wondered how had he gotten roped into babysitting duty while his brother and Carri went into town for supplies?

"No, you're mean and you smell like spoiled bacon," Gohan said. The Demi-Saiyan lead his uncle on a merry chase around the house until he ran head first into a huge tree while sticking his tongue out. "Ahhhhhhh," Gohan landed on his butt his tail hanging limp behind him. He cried in pain tears running down his face.

"Snap, that tree taught you a lesson, eh kid?" Raditz said laughing heartily at Gohan's misfortune.

"Ahhhh," Gohan continued crying.

"C'mon kid you couldn't have hurt yourself that badly. A thunk on the old noggin is nothing for us. We Saiyans are made of sterner stuff than most other beings." Raditz said.

"Ahhhhh," Gohan continuing crying unabated.

"Kid stop already," Raditz said becoming uncomfortable. Raditz was not use to showing emotion or witnessing emotional displays from others. He had no frame of reference to deal with such an occurrence. "Stop okay," Raditz pleaded his eyes darting around crap no one else was in sight. "If we stop I'm give you a cookie hell a whole box of cookies when your parents arrive. How does that sound?"

"Really," Gohan sniffed looking up at his uncle.

"Sure, just stop blatting, alright?" Raditz said.

"Okay," Gohan said. He wiped the tears from his eyes getting to his feet. "I like cookies."

"Who doesn't," Raditz conceded.

"Why do you wear such funny clothes?" Gohan asked staring at Raditz's Saiyan armor. The only thing Raditz would wear.

"My uniform isn't 'funny' it's the armor of our people the mighty Saiyan Race. Hasn't your father taught you anything about our glorious heritage?" Raditz said this top lip briefly curled upwards in disgust. The five-year-old blinked up at him in confusion obviously drawing a blank. "Of course he hasn't. How could he when he knows nothing of our proud people himself." Raditz hit his palm against his forehead. Raditz beckoned Gohan to sit with him at the picnic table in the backyard. The young boy took a seat next to his much larger uncle. "Long ago on a faraway planet named Sadala there lived two races our ancestors the Saiyans and another race called the Tuffles. For years uncounted the Tuffles enslaved our people through use of their advanced technology. One day a brave Saiyan warrior decided he had enough. He convinced the clans that death was better than continued servitude at the feet of the Tuffles. His name was..."

Some Time Later, early evening

"See I told you there was nothing to worry about," Goku said to Carri. The paired arrived to find Gohan sound asleep on Raditz's lap. At the feet of Carri & Goku were a dozen grocery bags stuffed full of food to the point of bursting.

"About time you two got home." Raditz barked. "Kid you're parents are back."

Gohan stirred after a poke from his uncle. "Mommy, Daddy you're home," Gohan exclaimed jumping into his mother's arms.

"I hope he wasn't to much trouble," Carri said cradling her son in her arms.

"Don't ever leave me alone with him again. He's a little terror." Raditz said only he could not keep himself from smiling in spite of his best efforts. "Where's the food I'm starving." He said quickly changing the subject.

"Me too," Goku said his stomach rumbling.

"Me three," Gohan said.

"Men," Carri sighed rolling her eyes.

"No, Saiyans," Raditz said.

"Yeah Saiyans," Gohan said earning around small smile from Raditz before the four went inside carrying the groceries with them.

To Be Continued

Author's Note One -

I hope you enjoyed this bit of world building fluff. Consider it my weekend treat. Next time our main story continues with the unwelcome arrival of Turles and his Crusher Corps.

Author's Note Two -

I know I took a few liberties with the history of the Saiyans but I have something in mind for my eventual version of "Bardock Father of Goku" that necessitates these minor changes.