(Outside the Son Home)
"Hey, Tom. You got that camera ready or what?" the raven haired woman in the black and white suit asked, stopping for a moment to glare back at her co-worker speedily unloading their equipment from the van.
"Hold on a second, Yumiko. I got it. Geez," the young, blonde haired adult in the fisherman's vest and red cap replied, turning away from the vehicle with the device in hand. "There's no need to rush." Upon switching it on, he then began trudging forward to walk alongside the woman, who smiled confidently as her partner adjusted the lens before turning back ahead of them.
"Good. Now come on. I want to see if we can catch an interview with the Son boy and ask him about the Cell Games," the reporter replied, beginning to move across the hill towards the house at a casual pace. Wearing an armband on her right emblazoned with the ZTV logo, the most famous news stations in the world and the one responsible for covering the harrowing events of earth's most terrifying day, it was painfully clear why the two of them were there.
After the events of the Intergalactic Martial Arts Tournament, it was expected that people like this were bound to come around sooner or later…
Even though many had come and gone already. The past month had been pretty hectic.
"So… we're just gonna go knock on their front door and hope that the boy is in?" Tom asked, propping the heavy box up his shoulder.
"Well of course. I mean… it's not like we have any security to worry about," the beautiful, long haired Yumiko replied with a smug tone of voice and her nose in the air. "Trust me. This'll be a walk in the park. The public is going to wanna hear the young fighter's side of the story of how the Champ Mr. Satan saved the world from Cell."
It was her vocalized plan that had her skittishly pursuing partner murmur uneasily. "I'm not sure about this. A couple of my friends back at the station warned me that there was a very scary and strong woman living in that house. They said she chased them all away with a rake and even tossed one of them over the hill."
"Oh, don't be ridiculous," Yumiko replied, looking back at her cameraman disbelievingly as they descended the slope toward the dome-shaped building down below. "They were probably just scared off by the mother with a gun… the cowards. They are country folk after all." The thought of a whole truckload of station workers and reporters being sent away by one woman made her laugh. She bet she could do much better than that.
Unfortunately, in her moment of staring self-assuredly back at her assistant, the well-dressed news worker failed to notice where she was going and inadvertently walked into something small and solid only a few yards away from the Son home. Stumbling backwards and caught completely by surprise, both she and Tom looked to see what it was they'd run into, and immediately became horrified when they saw a blue-skinned woman with pointy ears and long, curly orange hair standing right in their path with her arms crossed.
Upon getting their attention, the earthling-dressed yet still very alien-looking Zangya flared her ki at the intruders ever so slightly, allowing a blood-red aura to surround her lithe form and a menacing shadow to cross her face. Seeing the two news crew members back off in an instant, trembling from head to toe and huddling up close to one another at the sight of her threatening form, the former lieutenant of Bojack's gang frowned.
"Scram."
With a terrified scream, the two news reporters took off like the road-runner, charging back up the hill and leaping into their van. As soon as they were in, they started the engine and drove off, trying to put as much distance between them and the 'devil woman' guarding the house.
After watching the ZTV vehicle disappear over the horizon in a cloud of dust, Zangya snorted, "Good riddance." A smile then crept across her face at the mild sense of amusement the act had brought her and nodded in acknowledgement. "Consider yourselves lucky it wasn't the banshee that chased you off." From what she'd seen the last time the news reporters had come to the house wanting to interview the demi-Saiyan, the Son mother proved to be just as terrifying as she was.
Only she didn't have pointy ears.
Making sure that there was no one else left in the area, Zangya looked back at the house momentarily before flying back over to her tree.
No lousy human cockroaches were going to badger Son Gohan before she did. That was a promise.
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(Meanwhile – Inside the House)
"Gohan! Could you come here for a moment please?!"
"Coming!" Quickly shutting off the vacuum cleaner in the living room, the demi-Saiyan set the machine aside and hurriedly made his way into the kitchen. When he arrived, he was promptly greeted by the smile of his mother, who was standing by the table with a few slips of zeni bills and a receipt in her hand. "What's up, mum?"
The Son woman beamed happily, "I have a little errand for you to run today." She handed him the money and paper, which the boy gingerly took from her hand. "A couple weeks ago I ordered a few new sets of clothing from the Cosmopolitan store over in Satan City. You know the big shop I took you to with all the home style dresses and kimonos on display at the front?" When she saw her son nod, she grinned, "I need you to pop into that place and pick them up for me."
"No problem, mum," Gohan replied cheerfully, at the same time clenching the money in his hand. "It shouldn't take me too long."
Chi-Chi nodded and then gestured to the bills, "That should be enough to cover the cost of the dresses. Be sure to bring them all back in one piece, okay? And if you're quick I'll make you something extra special for tea tonight."
"Awesome," Gohan chirped, being sure to fold up the notes and slip them and the receipt into his blue, gi belt. Making sure the money was secure the youngster then adjusted his top and dashed towards the door, where he slipped on the blue boots of his uniform. "I'll be back soon."
"Okay, Gohan. Be careful, sweetie," his mother replied. Seeing the boy smile, he then moved at super speed out the door and up into the sky. He was airborne before the door had even closed behind him, bringing a warm glow to the woman's face. "Just like his father: lively and eager as ever." She then sighed and, glancing down, rested a hand over her stomach once again."Hopefully things will turn out alright for us."
Unbeknownst to the mother though, and to the energetic demi-Saiyan as his form disappeared over the horizon, the orange-haired figure of Zangya, who was standing underneath a familiar oak tree and watching the house intently, took off from her spot and followed after the boy.
Curious to know where Gohan was going, the woman kept a safe distance from him while he traveled at jet speed northwards.
Of course, she wasn't the only one that was watching him...