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Meanwhile ... Chi-Chi rubbed her hands together, her nerves completely jumbled as she paced back and forth on the wooden surface of the kitchen floor. Her ebony tresses were askew and her rumpled yellow cheongsam held more worry lines than her own skin. Lunch - or rather what was supposed to have been lunch - had gotten cold more than a few hours ago and though Chi-Chi was more than positive that her husband would've returned before noon to devour his meal, his absence had caused her to shove everything into the oven. Over the span of the past few hours, Chi-Chi hadn't gotten anything accomplished. Since Goku had straightened up the house e

Feelings ... Gohan took a deep, calming breath as he ran a shaky hand over the smoothness of his white head scarf. Currently, he was standing outside of the Satan Residence, his gloved right hand alternating between a clammy fist and a jittery pointed finger as he focused his ebony irises on the steel black gates that framed the beautiful estate of the World Champ and his daughter. He was really debating on whether or not he should return back to Capsule Corp. or follow through with his initial plan of talking to his girlfriend. Did he forget to mention that he was positioned outside of her home as none other than the Great Saiyaman? He ha

Two Steps Back ... If there was ever a time in Goku's life where he wanted to run away from his friends, it'd most certainly be right now. His talk with Krillin had ended on a positive note, something the wild-haired warrior wasn't expecting. He had always known Krillin for his short, enthused, yet brutally honest outbursts when it came towards matters of women (or anything for that matter). The most notable of his best friend's outbursts was when Goku had asked about marriage years ago after Chi-Chi tried knocking his block off over a long-forgotten promise (not to mention the fact that he didn't even remember her). Krillin had made sure