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Time of the Month	By : RyokoBlue Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 12620 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Summary:� After a Sayian takes a mate, for one week during
the month they tend to get overly amorous for the complete seven days.� But
this time Chichi will not be the one on the end of an extra excited husband,
she�s got a plan that will get her out of it.� Of course who said that plan was
the best idea?

�

A/N: This is a naughty DBZ fic, heh, heh.� Of course the
chapters won�t have full erotic scenes, the complete chapters will be at mediaminerorg
or adultfanfictionnet.� Now don�t judge right now, but there will be some
non-con in the beginning of this story.� Just a warning to you.� This is mostly
a G/B pairing with a splash of V/B for good measure.

�

Time of the Month

Episode 1�Chichi�s
Unusual Plan?

It was a beautiful morning, the
sun was shining so brightly and the birds were singing.� The sounds of hard
martial arts training drifted through the partly open window disturbing the
beautiful lady who was in sound slumber in her soft bed.� Groaning, Chichi
grabbed a pillow and shoved it over her head to drown out the sound.� Those
three were at it again; Goku, Piccolo and her only son Gohan had been up since
the crack of dawn training hard. There was something about androids coming in a
few years to kill them all.�

Tossing the pillow off her she
sat up, the two men in her life would probably want breakfast about now, she
could never really complain about Piccolo�s eating habits for that merely
consisted of water and there was plenty of that to go around.� Getting up out
of her soft comfortable bed, she stretched her arms up getting all the kinks
out of her back.

Her smooth lavender silk
nightgown fluttering to the floor as she changed out of it and got dressed.�
After brushing her long dark hair she pulled it up into a bun on the top of her
head.� Making sure her appearance was satisfying as she gazed at her reflection
in the mirror, she smiled and turned away from it heading out of the bedroom
and down the stairs to the kitchen where she began the very big task of
preparing breakfast for her family.

Something was nagging at the back
of Chichi�s mind, as she cooked up the last of the fish.� What was it? She
scratched the back of her head wondering what she was forgetting.� It was then
the front door was loudly thrown open and banged into the wall, startling her.

�Hey good morning, Chi!� came
Goku�s happy and excited sounding voice as he stepped into the house.� He
rushed to his wife�s side and looked over her shoulder at what she was cooking
in the frying pan.� �It smells great!� Are you almost done?� Gohan and I are
starving!�� He looped his arm around her waist and she jumped a little.

�Goku, I�m trying to cook here.�
She smacked his hand with her spatula and he chuckled merrily.

�I know that, and you�re doing a
fantastic job.� He nuzzled his nose into the side of her neck and took in her
heavenly scent.� A soft purr seemed to rumble from his chest, �You smell nice.�
was his quiet reply.

Chichi closed her eyes for a
moment, but then realized she was still standing at the stove, food cooking on
the fire and her eyes snapped open.� �Goku, go sit down, breakfast is almost
ready.�

A playful growl came from Goku
and he moved his mouth to her ear, �But I�d rather have you.�

She nearly dropped the spatula
from her hand, oh yeah, that�s what was nagging at her.� Chichi took a quick
glance at the wall with seven days circled in red.� It was that time of the
month for her husband.� Why wasn�t she told about this before she married the
guy?� The very important fact that he tended to get so overly excited and demanded
the use of her beautiful body to satisfy something that wouldn�t get satisfied
until all seven days were up. �No matter how many times and how often she gave
into him during that week, it never seemed to lessen on the severity of his
condition.� Chichi liked it much better when she was in control of their love
making, and that he seemed to go along with whatever she wanted.� Oh no, but
not during this week.� If she said not tonight, I don�t feel up to it, he
tended to get a little out of hand.

It was best not to yell at him at
all this week, for that seemed to actually excite the man. Chichi turned around
looking up into her husband�s dark eyes, trying to restrain herself from
raising her voice, �but you need to have some food darling, you�ve been training
since dawn.� I�m sure your stomach could use it.�

Goku smiled sweetly and nodded,
Chichi wondered how an over sexed creature could emerge from an innocent
looking guy like him.� It was completely baffling.

�You�re right.� I think I shall
eat first.�

Gohan finally made his presence
known by stepping into the kitchen, �And don�t forget dad, we have to do more
training before the androids arrive.�

�Of course!� Goku said with glee,
�We won�t let them win son!� He walked over to his boy and ruffled his hair,
�will we?� making him temporarily forget about his wife�s lovely scent.

�No way!� Gohan curled his
fingers into his fists and made a determined gesture as his mother sat the
large plates of food onto the table.

Chichi didn�t like the idea of
her one and only son fighting, she�d rather him be safe and home. �It�s time to
eat, Boys.�� She looked over and saw that no good Piccolo sitting outside
against a tree, she shook her head and sat down as her boys took to piling all
that food on their plates and immediately tearing into everything.� She did not
like how this week was starting.

It was going to be a disaster,
she would end up�well it was best not to think about what kind of condition she
would be in when the week was over.� She needed to get away, perhaps go and
visit her father.� But for a whole week?� Surely Goku would eventually come
searching for her.�

A plan, she needed a plan to get
her husband off her back, literally, for this one week, but what could she
do?�� She was his wife, his mate. �There was no getting away from her wifely
duties, which she really did not mind, she actually loved being with him.� But
during this week it was painful.� Perhaps a replacement for this week, no that
probably wouldn�t work, there really wasn�t anyone she could trust, or anyone
that Goku was close to that it would actually work.�

A strange pulling sensation
brought Chichi�s eyes to a certain picture on the wall.� She slowly stood up
and approached it, where she crossed her arms over her breasts and putting a
finger to her chin in thought.� �Hmm, I wonder.� She whispered aloud.

� Chichi was looking a picture
that was taken many years ago, it was of Krillin, Yamcha, Puar, Oolong, Launch,
Bulma and of course Goku.�

Launch was definitely out of the
question, that woman would never go for it.� Especially, that violent half of
hers.� No way, she seemed to hate men and besides she�s not all that close with
Goku and they kind of lost track of her.� So that left only one person.� She
met her a few times and spent a little time together on Roshi�s island, they
even went out shopping together one time.� Besides, she was really good friends
with Goku and had no special feelings other than friendship was ever between
the two.� That�s it! Bulma, she could be the replacement for the week.� Could
it work? Is it actually possible?� Chichi was sure that Bulma was not seeing
anyone at the moment, her off and on relationship with Yamcha was officially
off.� But Chichi still could not see Bulma agreeing to something like this, she
was very headstrong and never let anyone tell her what to do.�� A very sneaky
idea popped into Chichi�s head, what if the woman had no choice?� She�ll set up
something extra tricky that way it would seem like an accident.�

Oh it was perfect!

Wait, what if this idea didn�t
work?� What if her husband came after her anyway? Chichi groaned, she shouldn�t
think that way, it will work. It had to!�� She also needed to get her son away
from this type of situation.� He wouldn�t understand.� Chichi looked towards
the window at Piccolo.� That was the key.� He would come in useful after all.

****

The clinking sound of tools
hitting the floor along with the tunes from a radio and an occasional foot tap
from the young woman underneath the gravity machine console, she was repairing
this blasted machine once more.� Vegeta had busted it again, so what else was
new?� Now if only her father didn�t have that important meeting in Europe for
the week, he would be the one repairing this thing.� But since she was also one
of the reigning geniuses of the family, no strike that, in the entire
universe!� It was up to her, Bulma Briefs to get this contraption working
again.

�Aren�t you finished yet?� The
annoyed voice of one Sayian prince known as Vegeta said.� He heard an annoyed
groan coming from the woman.

�No, and if you keep bugging me
it will take me a lot longer.� Bulma answered as she was rewiring some of the
fried wires.� She felt something grab her ankles and pull her out from
underneath the console.� She looked up into the angry face of Vegeta.�� Excuse
you! I have a job to do.�

�Surely you are tired of this
game?� Vegeta said.

�What on Earth are you talking
about?�

Reaching down, he grabbed a hold
of her overalls and pulled her upwards, Bulma�s eyes widened as he moved closer
to her, his mouth hovering closer and closer to hers, she could feel her heart
pounding hard in her chest.� Opening his mouth he said, �BRRIIIING�

Bulma blinked, �what?�

�BRRRIIING�

A pair of beautiful sapphire eyes
opened, staring up at the ceiling.� She groaned and rubbed the sleep out of her
eyes.� �Stupid dreams,� Bulma complained, she heard the phone next to her on
the nightstand ring again and she turned over on her side and picked up the
receiver.� �Hello, this better be good.�

�Uh�is this Bulma Briefs?�

�Yeah, who is this?� Bulma asked,
her voice edged with annoyance as she ran a hand through her shoulder length
tangled hair, getting the knots out.

There was a sharp intake of
breath on the other end and then it continued, �It�s Chichi.� You know Goku�s
wife?� We met a few times and had a shopping trip together.�

Bulma nodded, �Oh yes, I
remember,� She let out a large yawn �uh sorry I was so rude, but I was
asleep.�� Sitting up she shifted the blankets, pulling it down from her white
spaghetti strapped tank top and curled them around her waist.� �Is there
something you need at well�� She glanced over at the clock on the wall��eight
in the morning?�

�I was just wondering if you�d
like to come over.� You see it gets awfully lonely with the boys out doing
their activities and I�m here all by myself in this empty house.� You could
come by for tea around three and then stay for dinner.�

�Dinner? Are you saying there
would actually be some left after Goku and Gohan got through with it?� Bulma
teased, she could hear the soft laughter on Chichi�s end as she stood up and
stretched.� She loved the feel of her soft cotton blue pajama pants against her
skin.

�Yes well, I would make extra to
insure that you got some, so please Bulma, I would really appreciate it.�

Bulma with phone in hand walked
over to the terrace and popped the doors open letting in the morning air.� �I
guess I could spare a few hours, it would get me away from Mr. High and
Mighty.� Her face flushed with the recent dream she was about to have.� Good
thing the phone was cordless as Bulma stepped out onto her balcony and leaned
on the railing.� Speak of the devil, it was Mr. High and Mighty himself,
working out on the lawn for his daily training since her father was making repairs
on the gravity machine.� He was doing pushups in the morning sunlight she got a
delightful chill running through her as she watched him.� Sure he was great to
look at, those thick hard muscles, a nice tight behind, woo she would often
find herself melting.�� It was the actual trying to be civil to the man,
trying to hold a conversation was like war and he always had to win.�

She hated his stupid guts.

�Great then, I�ll see you soon.�
Chichi said and then hung up the phone.

�What are you staring at so
intently?� A voice said from down on the ground, Bulma looked down and found
Yamcha smiling up at her.

Ever since the two of them broke
up for good, they had been much better friends.� It had been found out that
they only continued dating because it was what they were used to.� It was an
actual mutual agreement that they would see other people and just be friends.��
�Nothing, I was on the phone.�

�Yeah right,� He said chuckling,
Yamcha knew exactly where her pretty blue eyes were focused on, he was certainly
no dummy.� �Your mom told me to tell you breakfast is just about ready; so I
was going to fly up to let you know when I noticed you outside already.��

She nodded with a smile, �Okay,
thanks.� I�ll be right down.� She rushed back into her room and threw the phone
on the bed, tore off her pajamas and rushed into the adjoining bathroom, where
Bulma quickly turned on the shower.� She jumped in and began to clean herself
up.

Yamcha still down on the ground
turned towards the second house guest, �Breakfast is ready.� He said a little
gruffly.� He did not like this person staying here, he was dangerous.� So he
stayed for more reasons than the great training facilities, he stayed to try
and protect Bulma if this guy decided to go psycho on everyone.

�I heard.� Was Vegeta�s grunt
reply, he waited until the weakling turned and walked away before looking up to
Bulma�s balcony.� She had been there, he knew it.� She was talking on that
phone contraption thing.� How primitive a form of communication.� She had been
acting strange lately, always worrying about him.� She even stayed with him in
his room when he was injured really badly.� He didn�t need anyone and he wished
she would stop it.�� He even tried telling her to stay away, but she just
didn�t listen.� Bulma was like an insect that wouldn�t go away unless you
swatted it.� Walking into the kitchen he saw was Bunni, Bulma�s mother sat down
the last of the many, many, many plates of food onto the table.

�There you are Vegeta dear, are
you hungry?� Said the blonde with a giggle in her voice.

Vegeta rolled his eyes and sat
down to the glorious feast.� That weakling Yamcha was standing up by the
staircase that led down into the kitchen, it was then he heard the rapid
footsteps coming down them.� Who else could it be?

Bulma hurried down as fast as she
could, if she didn�t there wouldn�t be any food left by the time she got
there.� �Good morning.� She said brightly as she entered the kitchen.� She
looked to find Yamcha standing there. �What are you doing?�

He shrugged, �I was just waiting
for you.� It�s not polite to eat anything without everyone being at the table.�

�Since when do you care about
manners?� Bulma�s hands found her hips.

�Since now, all right?!� Yamcha�s
mood was quickly plummeting.

Bulma�s eyes narrowed, �Sheesh,
who shoved the pickle up your ass this morning?�� She saw her ex-boyfriend roll
his eyes as she took a seat next to her mother.� �Oh, just to let you know, I
won�t be home for dinner.��

�Oh yeah, dear?� Just curious,
but why?� Asked Dr. Briefs.�

Helping some of the breakfast
foods onto her plate before Vegeta devoured most of it, Bulma looked at her
parents.� �Well you know Goku�s wife, Chichi?� Well she called me suddenly this
morning asking if I wanted to keep her company while her family is busy with
their training.�

�I wasn�t aware you knew Chichi
all that well BB.� Yamcha said, after swallowing a bit of ham.

She shrugged, �I don�t really, I
mean we did talk on Roshi�s island and I took her shopping to get her to stop
worrying about Gohan when�� She looked over at Vegeta and cleared her throat,
�When we were first visited by aliens that tried to kill us.�� She noticed he
didn�t even halt in the shoveling of food down his throat, as if he didn�t even
hear her at all.� Bulma rolled her eyes and continued talking to her family and
Yamcha. �It�s probably a good idea that I actually get to know her better,
after all she is married to Goku who is one of our best friends.�

�I guess you�re right.� Yamcha
sighed and leaned back in his chair, �It�s just a little odd to me.�

�Not really, I mean she is a
woman, I�m a woman.� She�s probably overdue for some female companionship.�
Bulma bit into her blueberry muffin.� �Besides, this is Chichi we�re talking
about, what could happen?�

****

Chichi set out the tea cups, with
small bowls of lemon and sugar.� She smacked her hands together and wiped them
on her apron.� She heard the sound of an air car�s motor stop.� Bulma was
here!� Chichi felt so nervous and perhaps a little guilty in getting the other
woman here on false pretences.� Bulma would never agree if she was just asked,
so this was the only way.��

She heard the loud knock on the
door and quickly put a small green tablet into Bulma�s tea cup.� It was
sleeping medication, sometimes Chichi had a hard time sleeping so it was
something her doctor prescribed to her to help her get at least six hours of
rest a night.� It took an hour to kick in.

�Come in!� Chichi yelled as she
grabbed the hot teapot and started pouring the tea into Bulma�s cup as the door
was opening and the blue haired, which was now sleek and shoulder length rather
than in that puff she had before, appeared in the door way and walked in with
an innocent smile on her face.� That look made Chichi feel even worse.� �Would
you like lemon and sugar?� She asked, trying to smile.�

�Sure. Just a little sugar though
I�m trying to watch my figure.� Bulma said with a smile.

�Oh, you look fine to me.� Chichi
replied looking back in the cup as the green tablet dissolved.� �Beautiful even.��
Why in the world would Bulma think about dieting, she was lovely with a body
that most women would kill to have.� She had a generous chest and a thin waist.

�Well I do have to maintain my
weight with jogging and regular workouts or I�ll puff up like a pumpkin.� Bulma
replied with a laugh.� �I�m glad you called Chichi, this will give us more of a
chance to get to know each other well.� We should be good friends after all.�

�Uh�yeah.� Chichi stared at the
cup, �I better get the cookies I made for our tea.� Excuse me a moment.�

Bulma sat down and looked around
the small but quaint little living space, the living room with a few chairs and
a sofa, pictures on the walls of family and friends.� The dinning table was in
a part of the living space that was made up to resemble a small dinning room.�
There were stairs to the left against the wall.� This home was a nice size for
Goku and his small family.� She looked down at the tea cups which were white
and painted with pretty little blue flowers.

Chichi returned with the cookies,
�Oh!� Your seat is that one.�� She pointed to the chair across from the one
Bulma was sitting at.� �I have this little, uh, thing�that I must always sit on
this side.� Sorry about that.�

Shrugging, Bulma smiled. �It�s no
problem.� �And she moved to the other chair, and smoothing her hands over the
glossy wood of the table.� �I was thinking that perhaps we could do some
shopping, say this weekend.� I know of these great shops with adorable outfits
that I think would be great for you.�� She lifted the cup to her lips.

�Uh�wait, Bulma. There�s
something I need to tell you.� Chichi swallowed hard, how could she think about
doing this to her when Bulma was just trying to be friendly.

Bulma paused with the edge of the
cup against her lips, blinking at Chichi over the rim.�

Chichi could hear her husband and
son and the green man coming back from the river, Goku was loud with an
especially loud Gohan.� It was true that Chichi was only thinking of herself at
this moment in time and there really was nothing else she could do.� She didn�t
want to be in pain.� She couldn�t take it and needed a break. �I mean, that
sounds ideal.�� She replied with a forced smile and looked away ashamed as
Bulma drank from the tea cup.� �I�m sorry.�� There was a strong chance
that Chichi felt her husband would still come after her since she was his
mate.� Yes, perhaps Bulma would not even realize what she had done to her, drugging
her like this and would go home without a care in the world once she had woken
up.

�So Bulma, how�s everything at
home?� I heard that you let that no good Vegeta stay with you?�

Bulma rolled her eyes, �Vegeta is
a Stupidhead and I hate him.� She crossed her arms in a huff, leaning back in
her chair.

�Stupidhead?� Chichi has never
heard that kind of insult, it sounded pretty dumb.

�Yeah, he�s a jerk.� Bulma
glanced into her cup, �That fool thinks he can order me around my own house.�
You can�t even hold down a civil conversation with him.� All he does is glare
at everyone and everything.� He�s damn lucky we let him stay with us.�� She
finished off her tea and Chichi held up the pot silently and Bulma gave her a
nod.� The cup was filled once more.

The door burst open and Goku and
Gohan stepped inside, both males smiled at the sight of Bulma sitting there.

�Hey Bulma, It�s been awhile
huh?� Goku said with a large grin.

Bulma snickered, �Yeah well at
least it wasn�t as long as the last time that we had seen each other.� You know
before the whole Namek thing.�

�Right.� Goku looked to his
wife.� �Are there any snacks? I�m starving.�� He then spotted the cookies and
went right over to them and started tossing them into his mouth.

Chichi rolled her eyes, �Can�t
you have a little self control in front of our guest, what if she wanted some?�

Blinking innocently, Goku held
out the plate of already half eaten cookies, with his cheeks full.� �Dith oo
wan thum?� He sprayed crumbs everywhere.

�Eww,� Bulma was grossed out and
waved them off, �Uh no, that�s okay.�� She knew that Chichi wasn�t worried
about Goku spoiling his appetite since he seemed to have a never ending one.

�Well I better finish dinner,�
Chichi excused herself from the room and raced into the kitchen.� She could
hear Goku talking with Bulma.� Feeling the weight of her guilt, she could no
longer stand in the same room with those who seemed to trust her.� Chichi
gripped the sink tiles and sighed long and deep.

�Hey Bulma, do you think you
could help me with this algebra problem?� Gohan�s voice asked.

Chichi�s eyes widened, would Bulma
even help Gohan in his studies without being paid, unlike those tutors she has
hired in the past?

�Sure kid.� Let�s see it.�
Bulma�s voice replied with confidence.

Chichi bit her lip hard but not
enough to draw blood.� She knew that Bulma was a genius, but sometimes what was
happening right under the woman�s nose went unnoticed.� Chichi would make this
up to her.� She would apologize because she really wanted to be friends.

�Getting back to fixing dinner,
Chichi continued to swim in her guilt, but would do nothing to ease it.� She
turned around and came face to face with Piccolo and she squeaked.� �Hey,
you�re just the man I was looking for.� She saw his antae twitch.� �Remember
that drivers license you managed to get, when you didn�t take the test at the
same time as Goku?� Well I need you to drive me and Gohan to my fathers.�

�I have important training.� I
cannot just drop everything and drive you anywhere.� Piccolo replied calmly.

�You can do that with Gohan while
at my fathers.� Goku will be no help to you this week, not one bit.�

�Then why not have Goku fly you
over, I�m sure with him being your mate and all it will be no problem for him.�

Chichi laughed but it was hollow
and empty, �He won�t exactly be the man he is this week, his chemicals become
all unbalanced and it�s quite a hassle dealing with him.� I really need you to
do this for me.� Is it not enough that I let you stay here in our home without
paying rent?�� She saw him jolt back a little.� �That�s right and I allow you
use of my husband as your training partner.� I could make that all stop and
send him to Bulma�s where she has proper training facilities and then that
would leave you with nothing.� How will you defeat those androids in three
years?� You can�t train on your own, you need a strong partner to throw you
around.� So either take me and my son to my fathers where you can continue your
training with Gohan there�or else.� Chichi demanded.

There must be a really good
reason for this, Chichi hated training so to use that as ploy must mean
something serious was going on.� Piccolo was not an idiot.� He was very
intelligent; his mental capabilities go beyond any other race.� He was strong
in mind as well as body.� He observed Chichi over the past couple months, she
was never flustered like she seems to be now.� He would go along with her game,
�Very well, I shall take you where you wish to go and continue my training with
your son for the week.�� He will get the truth out of her while on the road.

�All complete seven days.� We
need to leave right in the middle of dinner.� She said and turned back to the
food on the stove.�

Once it was done Chichi started
plating everything and began to carry out all the food.� �Dinner is ready.� She
said with a smile.

Bulma was first to put food on
her plate because that would be the only guarantee that she would get some.� The
four different kinds of meat and potatoes, vegetables, rice and many other
things to numerous to name.� The boys soon helped themselves and started
gobbling down everything.

Feeling a little strange, Bulma squinted
her eyes a little as her vision was starting to go blurry.� Was she coming down
with something, because she certainly didn�t feel too well.� Gohan noticed this
and looked over at her.

�Bulma, are you all right?� �He
said with a large turkey leg held in his hand.

She looked over at him, his voice
sounding foggy like she was underneath the water.� �Uh�yeah.� I�m�� Bulma
promptly fell face first onto her plate.

�Oh dear.� Chichi said a little
high pitched and stood up from her seat, reaching over she shook Bulma�s
shoulder.� �Bulma, are you?�� She heard soft snores coming from the young woman
with her face in her food.

�What happened to her, Chi?� Goku
asked, concern tinting his voice.

�She just fell asleep, who could
blame her though.� She�s up so many nights fighting with that no good space man
Vegeta, its bound to wear a person out eventually.� This was the first time in
her life that she lied to her family.� Chichi pulled Bulma up a little so that
her head went back and leaned against the chair head rest.� She brought up a
napkin and dipped into her the water glass and wiped her face of the food.� �Oh
I just remembered, my father wanted me and Gohan to visit him.� So we have to
head over there.�

�Chichi, wait a minute.� Goku
whined as he stood up from his chair.

Chichi smiled believably at her
husband, �Don�t worry about a thing, Goku.� Bulma here agreed to stay and take
care of you for this week.� Anything you need and she will be only too happy to
oblige.� I had already talked to her about that when she arrived earlier this
afternoon.�

�I don�t know about that.� Goku
replied, reaching up and rubbing the back of his head in confusion.� �She was
never really the domestic type.�

�I know and that�s what I asked
her.� Chichi moved over and lifted Bulma up, being a half demon herself, she
did have great strength, like when she tossed Gohan�s tutor out the window when
he criticized Goku�s abilities as a father.� �But she informed me that you were
her best friend and would do anything to help you out.�� She carried Bulma up
to her and Goku�s room and carefully deposited her on the bed.� Watching the
blue haired woman roll over and clutch the comforter in a soft sigh, made
Chichi�s stomach tremble with guilt.

�

�Well why are you putting her in
our room then Chi?�

�Well then when she wakes up,
tell her she can sleep in Gohan�s room.� Chichi said with a smile.� Walking
over to her closet she had pulled the door open revealing a coiled up rope on
the floor, she had put it there just in case.� She was sure once Bulma found
out what was going on that no doubt she would try and make a break for it,
knowing that the other woman had never once seen Goku in the state he will be
in once midnight starts to roll around and it can get a little scary when
someone�s what can be considered a darker side tends to be a lot more dominant.
�

Chichi grabbed her suitcase
already packed with her and Gohan�s things.� �Gohan and I will need Piccolo to
drive us to my father�s place.� He�ll also stick around with us for our visit.�

�He is?� Goku felt confused, �He
can�t go with you.� We have to train.�

Squeezing the handle of her
suitcase she started leaving the room. �He said he needed a small break and you
need one too.� So just take these next seven days and relax.�� She came rushing
down the stairs, �Gohan, it�s time to go.� We�ll just borrow Bulma�s air car.��
She gripped her son�s arm tight and he groaned in complaint at being dragged
away from his dinner.

Surprising Goku, Piccolo followed
after them and he felt even more confused.� �Hey, wait.� I don�t know what�s
going on.� Will someone please stay and talk to me.�

Piccolo turned to his sparing
partner, �I don�t really know what�s going on myself, Goku.� I�ll talk to your
mate while on the road and figure out what is going on and then I�ll let you
know.� But I did promise to take her to her family.� Don�t worry too much and
try to relax, like Chichi said.�

Goku just stood there with an
unsure expression on his face as Piccolo climbed into the air car along with
Chichi and Gohan and started to drive away.� Well he supposed he just had to
trust in them, it wasn�t going to be too bad.� At least he wasn�t all alone,
Bulma was here.� Sure she was asleep, but still there to keep him company while
his mate and son were visiting the Ox king.� Perhaps a little vacation was in
order, they had been training for many months non stop and even the strongest
warriors needed a break sometime.

His stomach rumbled and he
glanced down at it, a warm heat burning pleasantly within.� Goku glanced down
and patted his belly, he was feeling a little hungry right now, perhaps it was
time for something sweet.

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Well this is the first chapter of my new DBZ fic.� This is
my first attempt at one, I hope everyone is pretty much in character, because
one is about to flip out MUWAH!

Please Review

Thanks,

Ryoko Blue
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