One Month Later…
"Hey Chichi!" Goku called out, running over to where Chichi and I were busy looking over the medical supplies. She had really gotten into making sure we were well stocked up; at first it had been for Gohan's sake but after a few weeks she'd realized that everyone BUT Gohan was more likely to get injured on this island. And she had taken to heart the idea that the Sensu beans should be saved for only the most drastic of situations. Thankfully the worst we'd had was Tien breaking his ankle after a bad kick so we were only down one bean. I'd gotten a few cuts and scrapes myself but not enough for me to waste a bean on.
'Honestly it's a good thing the two of us are here,' I thought to myself as she went through a roll of bandages. 'Even Tien doesn't know how to wrap a wound properly.' Chichi had studied up on all of this, making sure that she knew just how to take care of any injury that might come up mostly to ensure that her son and husband (in that order) were okay and able to heal up. Me? I hadn't wanted to take gym class in high school and thus me and my friends had done a sports medicine class instead. It had paid off when I'd been summoned to deal with a sprain Roshi had gotten just the other day and stopped Chiaotzu from wrapping his entire head in gauze after he got a nasty bump from a failed dodge.
That was the thing the anime and manga never truly showed you: the damage done to become a skilled fighter. Oh, they played it up for laughs, like Gohan being bruised and bump-riddled after training with Piccolo… but even the Namekian warrior had managed to injure himself in his pursuit of growing stronger. And it was now Chichi and my job to try and help minimize the lasting effects.
We were just finishing the inventory when Goku came over, waving his hand rapidly. I nodded to Chichi, who smiled and left me with her data pad to finish the final counts while she walked over to Goku. But he only took her just out of my eyeline… not enough for me not to be able to hear them speak.
"What is it, Goku?"
"Oh, I was just thinking about something Bulma said and I wanted to get your opinion on it."
"And what is that?"
"Well, Bulma claimed that when you work out, while it makes your muscles bigger your body has to compensate so your boobs get saggy."
"WHAT?!" Chichi roared.
"Whoa, calm down!" Goku exclaimed. "I was just wondering! Bulma is really smart so I figured she must know but I also know you used to train…"
"Yes Goku and I assure you my boobs aren't saggy!"
"Well… I guess." He didn't sound convinced and I could tell that Chichi heard the tone as well. She must have glared at him because Goku hastily added. "Its just… well, maybe if you let me have a look at them then I could tell you? Might be hard for you to check."
"Is that so?" Chichi said.
"Uh huh!"
"Chichi!" I called out. "Knee him in the balls!"
"WHAT!?" Goku screamed in shock and horror. "Why… why would you want to do that?"
"Because you deserve it!"
"I do-AAAAAAAAAAAA!"
I walked around the corner to see Chichi standing over Goku, who was cupping his crotch. "Give it a moment…" There was a poof and where Goku had been there was now Oolong, cupping himself and moaning. "And there it is."
"How did you know he was a fake?" Chichi asked.
"It was pretty obvious… did you NOT?!" Chichi just blinked. "Well, I suppose if Goku had said something that stupid he would have deserved a knee to the dragon balls."
"Why would I knee the Dragon Balls?" the real Goku said, coming into the hallway dressed just in a towel. "Have you ever felt how solid those things are? Man, that would hurt!" He looked down at a moaning Oolong. "Oh hey, what are ya doing down on the ground there?"
I smirked. "He's just reevaluating his life." I knelt down and poked the Pig Man with my index finger. "And what did we learn today?"
"Ooooowwww," Oolong whimpered.
"That's right. Don't be a filthy pervert." I stood back up and shook my head. "Seriously, he's lucky that you aren't prone to anger, Goku or you'd have done a lot worse."
"Why?" Goku said, confused. "What did he do?"
"Just was bothering me Goku in your form. That's why I gave him a solid knee."
"Well, that should have been your first clue!" Goku said with a laugh. "There is no way you'd be able to knee me like that, Chichi! My reflexes are-"
Chichi grabbed him and kneed him in the stomach.
"And what have WE learned?" I asked Goku as he doubled over, groaning. "The lesson, children, is to not insult Chichi. Who is a wonderful wife and mother, a good friend, and an amazing martial artist."
"Thank you Kayos," Chichi said with a bright smile… before making a jerking motion with her knee. I tensed but she didn't actually hit me, instead just merely smirking before patting me on the shoulder. "Don't forget it."
"I won't," I said weakly, still sweating a bit, before handing her the data pad. "All set."
"Wonderful. I'm going to go down to the gym and practice on some of the dummies Bulma set up, You boys have fun!"
"Yeah, it will be just great," Oolong complained, shifting back and forth as he slowly recovered from the hit. "I'll spend the next three hours-"
"Digging your meatballs out?" I asked with a smirk, having quickly recovered from Chichi's little scare.
"And just what is going on here?" Baba declared, suddenly appearing at my side. I let out a yelp and the old witch let out a huff. "You need to work on your awareness!"
"I swear if you begin screaming 'constant vigilance'…" I muttered before gesturing at the two. "The Perv Piggy… Piggy Perv? Whatever. He decided to try and trick Chichi into exposing herself."
"Heheh!" Baba cackled. "Got what ya deserved! Just like that brother of mine… always thinking with that shriveled up worm of his!"
"Whoa!" Gohan cried out, leaping out of the way as Master Roshi sent a blast of Ki energy rather close to his head.
"Watch it, old man!" Piccolo snapped before, without thinking, reaching down and helping Gohan up.
"Sorry 'bout that," Roshi said, rubbing his nose. "Just got the sense someone was mockin' something real important…