Mount Paozu
After two months of training, Raditz had hit a bottleneck.
Through the daily routine of pummeling Raditz into the ground, Goku had gradually let go of the resentment he once felt. Blood ties run deep. No matter how furious he'd been, Raditz was still his older brother… and now, a "reformed" Raditz at that.
And, as everyone knows, Son Goku has a very particular superpower the uncanny ability to "redeem" his enemies. Piccolo Daimao ended up as the Son family's full-time babysitter. Proud Vegeta eventually became a reluctant comrade. Even the new Broly found himself pulled into Goku's orbit.
On this point, Gohan couldn't help but be impressed.
Raditz still had some lingering grievances, but with his power growing rapidly and Goku teaching him without holding back, those grudges started to feel… insignificant.
Meanwhile, Chi-Chi was not impressed.
"You're all pigs. It's one thing for Gohan to eat like that he's still growing but you, Goku? You're a grown man! Where does all that food go? You don't get any taller, you don't get any fatter… your appetite just gets bigger by the day! And now with a big brother here too… I'm working myself to death!!" she complained as she cooked, her voice growing sharper with each plate.
The second she put the food down, it would vanish. No matter how much she made, it was never enough.
"Mom, I have an idea. I saw an automated cooking robot at Aunt Bulma's place the other day. Why don't I buy one?" Gohan asked cautiously.
He knew Chi-Chi well proud, thrifty, and unwilling to take handouts, no matter how poor they were.
"You know how expensive those robots are? And you're talking about buying one?" Chi-Chi's eyes went wide.
"I don't know exactly, but the alien metal I found for Aunt Bulma last time… it's worth at least tens of billions," Gohan mumbled.
"Nani?? Tens of billions?!" Chi-Chi blurted out in Japanese from sheer shock.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Go buy one! No, buy two one for cooking, one for washing dishes!" she ordered without hesitation.
"I'll go after I eat"
"Eat? You're going now!"
Forced away from the table, Gohan teleported straight to Capsule Corp.
"You two gluttons," Chi-Chi huffed at Goku and Raditz. "If you had half of Gohan's brains, I wouldn't be this exhausted!"
Goku and Raditz exchanged a glance and wisely kept silent. The thought of no longer slaving over meals put Chi-Chi in a suspiciously good mood. She even left the pot on the stove unattended.
"Hey, Kakarot… is it just me, or is your wife scarier than you?" Raditz whispered.
"Shh! Don't say that. In this house, the only one Chi-Chi lets off the hook is Gohan," Goku warned, quickly clapping a hand over his brother's mouth.
"Mmmph" Raditz tried to say something more, but
Shing!
A dagger-sharp glare sliced toward them.
Both brothers instantly sat up straight.
Capsule Corporation
"Finally… a hot bath. I'm exhausted," Bulma murmured, stepping out of the steamy bathroom wrapped in a towel.
The lingering warmth made her eyelids heavy. She barely dried her hair before opening the door and walked straight toward Gohan without noticing him.
Wait. What?!
Fresh-faced and glowing from the bath, the towel still hugged her curves. Her bare shoulders caught the light.
Gulp. Gohan swallowed hard.
And that sound gave him away.
"Ahhh!!!" Bulma's scream made his brain short-circuit. The sudden jolt made her body flinch and the already-loose towel slipped right off.
Her skin was as smooth as milk.
"Turn around!" Bulma barked, scrambling to grab the towel. In her rush, covering the top meant leaving the bottom exposed, and vice versa.
Gohan spun so fast it was a blur.
Bang! The bathroom door slammed as Bulma retreated to throw on a full bathrobe.
"Calm down, calm down… he's just a kid. No big deal," she muttered, patting her chest.
Three minutes later…
"Gohan, what were you trying to do?" Bulma demanded.
"I was thinking"
"…Hmm?"
"I mean! I had something to ask you, but… maybe this is the wrong time," Gohan said quickly.
"You brat! Out! Wait outside!" she snapped, her cheeks burning.
Gohan zipped outside in an instant, muttering to himself, Calm down. She's Dad's friend. Basically an aunt. Don't think like that.
But once an idea is planted, it's hard to uproot. His mind wandered to certain terabytes worth of… "educational material" from his past life.
No blood relation… and she's an 'aunt'… kind of thrilling, isn't it? whispered the little devil in his head.
Inside, Bulma was stewing.
What did he mean by "thinking"? That was suspicious…
She shook her head. No, no, he's only four years old. Even if he's already one meter fifty… give him two more years, and he'll be one-eighty. Stop it, Bulma! He's Goku's kid!
But her own little devil whispered back: So what if Chi-Chi got to Goku first? If you can't have the father… why not the son?
Her face heated up as the thought took root, her legs feeling oddly weak.
Both of them had gone outside to "cool down"… and ended up thinking even more dangerous thoughts.
An hour later.
"You can come in now, brat," Bulma called.
Gohan stepped inside cautiously, eyes squeezed shut just in case.
"Open your eyes. You've already seen everything. You and your father… I swear, I've been doomed to fall to the Son family," she muttered under her breath.
When Gohan opened them, Bulma was back to her usual vibrant, stylish self.
Gohan, however, couldn't help thinking: Dad once used your chest as a pillow… I just took a look. Seems fair.
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