Vegeta couldn't believe his eyes or ears. Goku looked gorgeous to say in the least, and instead of the loud, annoying, cheery voice Vegeta had been expecting, Goku had a smooth, quiet, sensuous, and very feminine voice.
"I—I think it's me, Vegeta," mumbled Goku, she was vaguely aware that her whole body was trembling in trepidation; she had also noticed the change in her voice. Her own voice was so alien to her it was almost as if she was listening to somebody else talk.
Vegeta opened his mouth as if to say something, but for once, he couldn't find the words he desired. He hadn't remembered how beautiful Saiyan women could be. After all, he hadn't seen one in about twenty years or so. When he had seen them, he was only a mere child, a very young child.
'Wow, he—she looks… Wait a minute, how disgusting, what am I thinking? This is Kakarrot, he's—she's not really a beautiful female Saiyan! I need to stop staring, I'm making myself look obvious, and the thought of me thinking Kakarrot is alluring is absolutely repulsive,' Vegeta thought, scolding himself inwardly.
"Vegeta," Goku murmured, breaking the dead silence.
"Yes?" Vegeta asked, trying his best to keep his arms crossed stubbornly, and his eyes staring a tree up and down, instead of Goku.
"ChiChi's going to be extremely mad at me!" she whimpered nervously.
Vegeta turned to look Goku in her the eyes, but his own eyes betrayed him, and wandered down to her upper torso to ogle her. Vegeta continued to stare contently at the image before him, unaware that Goku was looking at him like he was crazy or something.
"Vegeta—" continued Goku, "What are you doing?" she asked, with her right eyebrow raised curiously.
Vegeta immediately shook his head in shock from hearing her voice. He had to get those lustful thoughts out of his mind, they were wrong! Him thinking of Goku like that was unheard of, and looking at her in that way was terrible!
"Nothing, I was doing absolutely nothing! I was about to say, why don't you at least try to explain the situation to your harpy? She'll probably understand. You're worrying over nothing!" lied Vegeta, slyly changing the subject.
'Am I losing my sanity?' Vegeta thought in confusion, he tried extremely hard to keep his eyes away from her, but to no avail. It was beginning to annoy him, but it couldn't be helped.
"Can you explain it to her for me?" asked Goku, tearing Vegeta away from his musings.
"What? And be in her range of fire? No way in hell!" exclaimed Vegeta.
"But Vegeta, you made the wish! Plus, she doesn't catch on fire when she's mad!" argued Goku naively.
"It's your fault that you transported here, and I didn't mean it that way! It was merely a figure of speech!" pointed out Vegeta, "Or maybe not, you never know, with that woman, anything's deemed possible."
Instead of replying to what Vegeta had just said, Goku put on the most agonizingly sad expression she could muster. She was trying hard to look teary eyed, which was extremely difficult for a Saiyan to do, even if said Saiyan was Earthling-raised.
'Since when did Kakarrot become conniving? Does she actually believe I could fall for that ruse? It's hardly believable, and she doesn't really look sad, more or less, I'd say she bares resemblance to that of a constipated person,' thought Vegeta, smirking to himself.
Goku, realizing quickly that her facade had failed, and begged, "Vegeta, Please!" she used it as her last resort, knowing full-well Vegeta didn't care, but maybe, just maybe it would work!
"Fine, if it makes you shut up, I suppose I could accompany you. Though, listen to me carefully, Kakarrot: I will not, I repeat, will not help you explain to her what happened. The woman hates me enough, I don't aspire for a death-wish," spoke Vegeta, feeling defeated.
He knew he would never hear the end of this if he didn't at least accompany her when she explained it to ChiChi. After-all, it was kind of his fault, but in his opinion, mostly hers.
"Thank-you, Vegeta," replied Goku gratefully and somewhat surprised.
"Kakarrot, one more thing- " began Vegeta, continuing with a quick nod of the head from her part, " -I want you to understand that I'm only doing this because I feel I had a small part in this accident. Don't take it as anything else."
"I completely understand, Vegeta," said Goku, taking to the sky, but smiling slightly as she did so.
'Bull, Kakarrot doesn't completely understand anything!' thought Vegeta, choosing to keep that thought to himself. Afterall, Goku was already in a tough enough situation.
Vegeta kept in the lead nearly the whole entire time, either trying to keep himself from staring at Goku, or just to show that he's faster and better than her. Goku was finding it hard to fly in this new body of hers. She theorized that maybe it was because it was smaller, had a lot of curves, and her long hair kept whipping in her face.
Vegeta turned his head around to see how Goku was doing. He saw her spitting hair out of her mouth, and trying to hold the rest back with her right hand; all the while, she was flying terribly, nearly losing concentration and falling many times. Apparently, the major reason for her flying problems was her hair, not her new body.
Vegeta turned completely around in one agile spin. He slowed down excessively, giving the appearance he was flying backwards for a second. He did this, so that he could watch the scene of Goku's struggle. It proved to be rather amusing. After awhile, he finally decided to stop, and actually assist her, after all, he didn't have all day.
Goku didn't see Vegeta's abrupt stop, and ended up ramming herself point-blank into his chest. They ended up in an awkward hugging position. Goku pulled herself back slightly, and was about an inch away from Vegeta's face. Her face bore a look of utter surprise. She was confused as to what had happened, and how for that matter!
The two just levitated there silently, gazing into one another's eyes for a moment. Goku, trying to figure out what had happened, and Vegeta taking in the alluring sight that he couldn't peel his eyes away from, she truly was entrancing. He felt as if he were spellbound, not that he wanted to be!
Goku broke the silence, and regained his attention. "Why did you stop?" she questioned, finally figuring out what had happened.
"I was going to ask if you could just transport us there," he said quietly, "You seemed to be having a difficult time, and it was slowing me down."
"Oh, of course! Why didn't I think of that?" chimed Goku happily, slapping herself on the forehead for not thinking of that first. With that said she hastily grabbed his hand without a second thought.
When he felt her small soft hand make contact with his, chills ran up his spine. A weird feeling crept into the pit of his stomach. He'd never felt this strange feeling before. He didn't know what to think of it! He felt like he was about to puke. Before his mind could start contemplating logical reasons for why he felt that sensation, both he and Goku had disappeared.
They reappeared in front of Goku's quaint little mountain home. She let go of Vegeta's hand, unaware of Vegeta frowning a bit as she did so. The feeling from before lessened slightly, but Vegeta noticed that he was now trembling.
Goku walked up to the front door apprehensively, knowing full-well that she'd receive an ear-full when she walked in. Vegeta followed her, that is, until Goku decided to stop and just stare at the door.
"Well, aren't you going to open it, or do you need me to show you how?" jeered Vegeta impatiently.
Goku dropped out of her little trance, and returned back to reality, "Sorry Vegeta," she apologized, her voice a bit shaky.
She turned the doorknob slowly, wincing as the doors hinges squeaked loudly in protest.
"Goku, honey, is that you?" called ChiChi from inside the kitchen, upon hearing the door open.
Instead of answering, Goku walked through the door, and into the kitchen. In the kitchen sat Gohan at the table working on homework. Behind him, was ChiChi, preparing dinner.
"Oh Goku, it's amazing! For once you're not late for dinner! In fact, you're way too early, honey," she said happily, turning around and then frowning, "You're not Goku," she stated dumbly.
At that statement, Vegeta walked in through the doorway, and stood next to Goku. ChiChi looked at him in confusion and spoke, "Vegeta, what a surprise, I wasn't expecting you."
Vegeta just grunted in response, ChiChi ignored him and continued, "So… Who's this beautiful young lady standing next to you?"
With that stated, Goku looked down at the ground in shame.
"Why don't you ask her yourself?" sneered Vegeta, finding the whole ordeal rather comical.
ChiChi glared at him, angered by his rudeness, and then spoke once more, "I'm sorry, what is your name?"
Goku made sure not to make eye contact with her. She started drawing invisible circular patterns on the tile floor with her feet nervously.
Finally, she spoke up, "It's me, Goku," she mumbled silently.
"I'm sorry, what did you say? I couldn't hear you properly," stated ChiChi laughing slightly, "It almost sounded as if you said you were my husband."
Goku looked up at her, and quietly muttered, "That's exactly what I said, Chi. It's me, Goku."
ChiChi's smile was wiped clear off of her face in seconds flat. "What? This is a joke, right? Tell me this isn't true!" she mumbled in disbelief, looking toward Vegeta for answers.
"It's true," affirmed Vegeta plainly.
Gohan looked up from his book at Goku, with wide, shocked eyes. "D-dad?" he questioned.
ChiChi was trembling, she was on the verge of either having a conniption, or breaking down and crying her eyes out. Terrible things like this seemed to happen to her quite frequently. Suddenly, she couldn't seem to take it anymore. She felt as if she were about to crack!
"Gohan, sweety, mommy and daddy need to have a little talk, go play outside!" ChiChi stated, using every ounce of her will-power to restrain herself from yelling at the poor boy, though her voice still had a frightening tone to it.
Gohan glanced up at his mother, a little bit shocked and frightened, "Y-Yes, mother," he complied, quickly retreating out of the room.
Once he had left the room, ChiChi hissed, "How the hell did this happen, Goku? You better have a good explanation, or else… I'll… I'll…"
"It was an accident, ChiChi, I swear!" replied Goku, her eyes pleading for some sympathy.
"An accident? That's your excuse? What type of sick joke is this, Goku?" ChiChi cried out, her voice trembling, she couldn't hold her rage in any longer.
"It was an accident!" repeated Goku dumbly. She didn't want to place some of the blame on Vegeta; it truly was an accident.
"It's always a god damn accident, Goku. Always! I'm sick of it! You're always gone, and you never listen to me! Poor Gohan has a sorry excuse for a father! I want him to be raised right! I want him to become somebody! I try so hard! Then you come, and distract him, ruining his future. Training to become the strongest doesn't accomplish anything, Goku! Now, you come home to me like this?" shouted ChiChi, a look of hysteria upon her face.
"I—I—" stuttered Goku, pure fear evident in her eyes.
Goku had never seen ChiChi this mad before. She looked as if she'd blown a fuse! She wasn't sure of what ChiChi would do. Goku also felt a terrible pang of regret. She couldn't help, but think that ChiChi was right about a lot of it. She did distract Gohan from his studies. ChiChi only wanted the best for him…
"Goku, we're nearly dirt poor, and you'd rather train than get a job to support your own family! This wasn't an accident! I know it! You're not truly sorry. Well, this is the last straw, Goku! I want you out of my house, and out of my sight! I don't want you to ever come back, and please, Goku, stay away from Gohan! You're the worst possible influence he could ever have as a father! I don't want you anywhere near him, understand?" cried out ChiChi, her eyes filling with tears.
Part of ChiChi ached to take back the words she had said. She knew they were cruel, but in her heart, she believed Goku was deserving of them and that they were all true! She couldn't handle him anymore. She felt it was time for her to let go.
No matter how hard Vegeta tried to tune out the argument, he couldn't. This woman was a demon! Sure, the man wasn't the best father in the world according to Earthling terms. Though, ChiChi hadn't considered that he is a full-blooded Saiyan, and Saiyans can't live without fighting. Fighting is in every pure-blooded Saiyan's heart and soul! Asking Goku to quit training was the epitome of a death-sentence!
Vegeta could no longer stand to see Goku flinch in misery every time ChiChi yelled at her. Her voice was quickly becoming insufferable, and Goku's constant wimpish reactions were so un-Saiyan-like it made Vegeta want to vomit. He needed to stop this, and he needed to stop this now before he killed someone out of sheer annoyance. He grabbed Goku roughly by the arm with the intention of dragging her out of the room. He'd had his fill of ChiChi's tongue-lashing so certainly Kakarrot had too—at any rate—he didn't care.
Goku ignored him, pulling away in protest, "But ChiChi, I love you and Gohan. I can't leave you! I'm nothing without the two of you! I have to train. If I didn't train, who knows what would happen! ChiChi, if I don't train, the next time an enemy comes around trying to destroy the Earth or all of the Earthlings, who's going to stop them? I have to do this, Chi, and you know that! I didn't ask to be the way I am. I can't control which cards I'm dealt in life. It's not my fault I'm a Saiyan."
"Well, I can't take it anymore, Goku! I'm done with you! I don't want to hear your any of your excuses and apologies ever again. We're over!" stated ChiChi, tears now abundant upon her cheeks.
"No, ChiChi, I can't, don't make me!" Goku pleaded, looking as if an arrow had just struck her heart, her eyes glimmering wet.
Goku stared at the ground somberly, trying to think of a way to apologize that would actually work. She felt Vegeta tug on her arm again, but this time he was on a whole new level of persistent, he pulled harder than she expected, causing her to lose footing and fall backward. Vegeta caught Goku by her armpits, and they both watched as a porcelain plate hit the wall and shattered down to the ground where Goku had been standing.
Goku looked towards ChiChi with heartfelt appeal, once more, watching her reach for another plate. Vegeta managed to drag Goku out of the house, before ChiChi could do anymore damage to her feelings. He stood her upright, and watched her lower lip quiver.
'Kakarrot's not about to cry, is she?' He tried to recall whether or not Saiyan women cried often like Earthling women, but he had been too young to remember. 'It doesn't seem like something any Saiyan would do,' he concluded.
Vegeta was correct in his former assumption. Warm wet tears began to slide down Goku's alabaster cheeks. He watched in disbelief as, one-by-one, they dribbled off of her chin and onto the dirt on the ground.
Vegeta couldn't withhold himself from speaking what was on his mind. "Alright Kakarrot, this is getting pathetic."
She didn't seem to register what he'd said—either that or she didn't care.
Vegeta clenched his fists and growled. "Don't tell me you're going to just mope around like some fragile human! I don't care if you were raised here! You're disgracing our race with your soppy tears!"
Without warning, Goku lost her balance and tumbled into his arms. He honest-to-Kami hadn't intended to catch her in such an awkward way. He looked as if he was embracing her. He hadn't intended to catch her at all! Though, perhaps the Saiyan prince wasn't as callous as one would think. He thought about shoving Kakarrot's dead weight off of him in an act of disgust, but withheld himself from doing so—though the whys of the matter were beyond him at this point.
"Look Kakarrot, the woman obviously doesn't want you around any longer, so why don't you do us both a favor and snap out of it so we can get off the front lawn before the harpy decides to throw her knife set at us," Vegeta stated matter-of-factually.
Apparently Goku had been listening, because this made her sob even harder.
Vegeta growled frustratedly. "I don't see what the big deal is, she's just a worthless Earth-woman. You can find another one to cook for you and sleep with you easily enough!"