In Your Dreams

Chapter 4

In Your Dreams: Chapter 4

After nearly an hour of waiting, Bulma was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief when she saw two specks approaching in the sky. A few moments later Goku jumped off the Nimbus in front of her, giving the cloud a little pat before sending it on its' way. Vegeta was right behind him.

The blue haired woman smiled at the younger of the two. "Goku, I'm sorry for earlier. I just get so carried away in my lab sometimes that I forget about everything else. I promise it won't happen again."

The Saiyajin just smiled in return and waved his hand at her, showing her that it was no big deal.

Vegeta, annoyed with the lack of attention, brushed past the two and headed inside. "Woman, I'm starving! Make yourself useful and retrieve your mother to cook us some dinner."

Bulma huffed and she and Goku both followed the prince inside. "I can make you something, you know!"

The older man threw her a look and scoffed. "I repeat, retrieve your mother! I wish to enjoy a meal without fearing that each bite may be my last."

"Argh! You're such an ass!"

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After a good dinner prepared by Bunny, Goku headed back to his room. The aging woman had been thrilled when she saw him, and after several rib-breaking hugs, she had set to work cooking a huge feast with a large assortment of foods. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to tell her that he could no longer handle the amounts of food he used to put away at one sitting.

A decrease in ki meant he didn't need as much fuel to feed all that energy. His body had grown accustomed to 'human' sized meals and if he attempted to eat anymore than that, he'd become sick. Bulma had been smart enough to figure this out on her own when Bunny had questioned him after he stopped eating so soon.

Needless to say, there were plenty of leftovers.

Now, with his belly full, all Goku wanted to do was get a hot bath and go to bed. Bulma had mentioned that if he felt up to it in the morning she would take him out shopping. Though he wasn't a fan of the mall, he had to admit that he did need a new wardrobe. His old clothes were too big for him now and he couldn't keep borrowing things from Vegeta.

After slipping into the attached bathroom and filling the large tub, Goku tossed his clothes aside and slid into the steaming water. He sighed as his aching muscles began to relax. He was no longer used to having so much freedom to move about, and all the activity today had actually worn him out. The very idea was depressing, but it was true. Though an outside observer might look at his body and see a young man in fantastic shape, he knew that he was anything but. He was in pathetic shape for a Saiyajin.

But that could be fixed. He had to stay positive.

The situation with ChiChi had thrown him for a loop, but now that he had had a little time to think about it, he wasn't all that surprised. Yes, he was upset, but she had moved on and it was time for him to do the same. Besides, he just wasn't suited for the position of domestic husband, and it probably wouldn't have been long before he'd fallen back into his old habits and spent his days away from home training. She deserved better than that.

Goku's eyes became half lidded as he sunk further into the water. He idly watched his tail create ripples on the smooth surface as he let his mind wander to other things.

Like is speech problem.

He wondered if perhaps Dende might be able to heal the damage. The Saiyajin had felt bad earlier when he had refused to let Bulma take a closer look at him, but he already knew there wasn't anything she could do and the constant pain that radiated from his throat had made him protective of that spot when it came to any sort of contact. Dr. Villa hadn't been entirely honest when he told the woman how he had acquired the injury. Yes, he had initially damaged his vocal cords when he'd torn a breathing tube out of his throat, but he had still been able to speak. His voice had only been raspy. However, the following 'tests' that had been performed on him over the next couple years had been what resulted in his inability to speak.