Happy wife, happy life (gochi, vegebul)

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But not only Vegeta was faced with an annoying woman.
After his training with Gohan and Piccolo Goku actually came home just to bathe and eat something - but Chichi immediately had a request, of course. She actually asked him to get his driver's license! Where the heck did she get these sudden ideas from?
Unlike his father, Gohan was endowed with a certain intuition and so he had realized quite early that whenever his mother spent time with the neighbors, she always came home with such unexpected demands.
Somehow Goku managed to get Piccolo involved and so the two of them headed into town the next day to register for their driving test.
You couldn't say that they mastered it with flying colors, but at least Goku got his driver's license. If only on the condition that he and Piccolo never showed up there again...
Chichi was overjoyed anyway. With a dreamy expression, she cupped her cheeks as she realized, "Now we can buy a car and finally go on those family drives I've been dreaming about!"
But Goku curbed her anticipation the next moment. "Well the thing is... They said we'd have to pay for all the damages caused during the test," he explained in his usual level-headed manner. "I can't even guess how much that'd be."
Chichi's smile disappeared. "What...?"
"I'm not so good with money, so... I'll let you handle that! Thanks, Chichi!" Grinning happily, he raised his outstretched hand and then turned to Gohan and Piccolo. "Welp, now that that's done, let's get back to training!"
And while he was about to go out the door, the two of them suddenly retreated to the other side of the room with fearful expressions on their faces. Because Chichi had an extremely angry aura. How could Goku actually never notice such a thing? Surprised, he looked over at the two and then followed their anxious gaze with his eyes. Chichi stood with her head bowed, her shoulders shaking.
"Well, Goku," she gritted between her teeth menacingly. "You finally got your driver's license... Now all we need is a car..."
"A car? Do we even have the money for that kinda purchase?"
Chichi raised her head and screamed with huge sharp teeth, "I definitely insist on my family drives! And I'm counting on you to get us a car, Goku! I don't care how you do it!"
He backed away, startled, and raised his hands soothingly. Luckily for him, a saving idea came to him at the right moment. "Hey, uh... Why don't I ask Bulma? She's a whiz with machines. Cars are machines, aren't they?"
Chichi paused. Then her face softened again. "Good idea," she said. "Bulma always has a solution up her sleeve!"
And while Piccolo just goggled confused from one to another - since he obviously still hadn't really gotten behind the concept of the relationship between the two - Goku nodded at his wife with a grin. "I'll hit her up about it then!"
He put two fingers to his forehead and was promptly gone with his Instant Transmission...

...only to reappear just a moment later at the Capsule Corporation. And right in front of Bulma, who had at first been startled by the mere sound of his sudden appearance!
She swiveled around in her chair and when she saw him she let out the breath she had been holding.
"Wow, well I'm going to have to get used to that," she admitted. "Anyway... What brings you here, Goku?"
"Well, it's not a big deal but, I was hoping you could help me with a little problem." He rubbed the back of his neck with a dissatisfied expression. "Chichi forced me to get my driver's license. Well, and now we need a car. Got an extra one lying around in a capsule?"
"Excuse me?" Bulma blinked in irritation. "You've got Flying Nimbus, you can fly by yourself, you can teleport around now and you need a car on top of that?"
"Well, Chichi wants us to go on family drives..." He stuck out his tongue because he actually wanted to train much more.
When Bulma saw that, she had to laugh. "I see," she said. "Sure, I can get you a car."
"Seriously?" Goku replied in pleasant surprise.
But actually he had expected that Bulma would help him. She might have her quirks, but she has always been his best friend since childhood. He could just count on her! And when she even offered to maintenance and upgrade his new set of wheels, he was even happier.
"Excellent! Thanks a lot, Bulma!"
"Don't mention it," she said casually, grinning and putting her hands on her hips. "After all, happy wife, happy life! Say hello to Chichi for me!"
Thankfully Goku said goodbye and from one second to another he disappeared from her laboratory. Bulma immediately got back to her work, but she couldn't help but ponder a little.
//Hmm, sometimes I wonder if I wouldn't have been better off with him. When I think about that good-for-nothing Yamcha... He doesn't do anything for me anymore. I've become a matter of course for him!//
And as her mind drifted away in frustration, her movements became more energetic as well.
//He only thinks of himself! I bet he's on the move again!//
In the meantime she was working quite roughly on the machine part in front of her. And when she realized that she had tightened a nut instead of loosening it, she bared her teeth in anger. She was just swinging her wrench when suddenly a grumpy voice came from behind her.
"Is Kakarot here?!" Vegeta wanted to know. "I definitely felt his energy! If I--"
Then Bulma whirled angrily at him. "Me, me, me!" she yelled, waving her wrench in the air. "That's all you men think about!!"
Vegeta backed away from her, eyes wide in amazement. He had to admit that he hadn't expected such a tantrum. And before the wrench could possibly hit his head, he preferred to quickly get out of Bulma's lab. He hadn't seen Kakarot here anyway.

Because he had already returned to Chichi and brought her the good news. As a token of his gratitude, he got his well-deserved dinner and the next day he was finally supposed to continue training.


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