When Vegeta opened his black eyes, the bright sunlight shone into his face, which is why he closed his eyelids again. Growling, he turned on the other side and tried to find peace in the black nothingness. Unfortunately, that didn't quite work out.
Next to him in bed I heard a familiar voice that wanted to know: "Are you awake yet, honey?"
With an annoyed growl, he confirmed.
On the cheek he was kissed with the words: "I will make you something to eat. Surely my strong warrior is hungry?"
The woman didn't even wait for an answer and the Saiyajin felt herself getting out of bed next to him. Shortly before she reached the door, he first opened his eyes and saw his black-haired wife enter the bathroom. Vegeta heard her turn the water on and turn it off a few minutes later before Chichi came out and smiled at him. "Did you sleep well my darling?"
Grumbling, Vegeta clasped his hands behind his head and looked up at the white ceiling. "As always."
After the black-haired had got dressed, she said as she left the room: "I'll conjure up something to eat for my strong warrior. You should get up slowly too."
Vegeta just turned on his side and ran a hand over his head and temple. With his eyes closed again, he was just about to slide down into the world of dreams when the door opened again. No sooner had he heard the pounding of his feet than someone jumped him in the stomach.
Snorting angrily, he opened his eyes and found himself facing a grinning Son Goten.
"Good morning dad, did you sleep well?"
Vegeta growled and saw the boy sitting on him and immediately barked. "If you hadn't jumped on me, I would have slept even more!"
He then pushed the child off himself so that he landed on the bed, and rose from the same. Son Goten then hopped around on the mattress on all fours and beamed at the Saiyan. "You are always so funny dad."
Grumbling in annoyance, he grabbed his blue battle suit and white boots. "Go away, dwarf!"
Son Goten remained seated, however, and just continued to watch Vegeta smiling.
"If you don't win land right away, I'll pull your legs out for you."
Laughing, the little one got up and ran to the door. "Mama will be finished with the meal in a minute."
"Does she actually do something else at some point?" The Saiyajin asked into the silence of the room.
Not long afterwards he entered the kitchen with an integrated dining room. The table on which the family usually ate was bent from all the food that was piled up on it.
Son Goten helped the lady of the house to bring the food to the table, at which Vegeta just sat annoyed. Just as he was about to stretch out his hand for the first serving, someone hit his hand with the wooden spoon.
Amazed, but above all angry that he was hit, he stared into the face of the person who had actually dared to hit the prince."No, Vegeta!" ChiChi scolded him as if he were a spoiled dog. "Please wait until everyone is at the table. Do you understand that?"
The only purebred Saiyan narrowed his eyes until his crease, which never completely disappeared, became more pronounced between his eyebrows. "Dare to hit me one more time and I'll pulverize you, you house dragon."
ChiChi just started giggling like a schoolgirl and Son Goten joined in the happy laughter.
"Didn't I tell you that dad is funny again today mom?"
The house dragon then grabbed Vegeta's head and kissed him again. After she had done this she whispered seductively and also embarrassed in his ear. "But not in front of the children. We'll have enough time for that later."
ChiChi then lifted her head a little to about the height of his thousand volt hairstyle and roared. "Son Gohan! Food is ready! Come on for breakfast!"
Vegeta thought she was suffering from a sudden hearing loss because of this woman's organ and for a short time heard a hissing noise followed by a beep. To get rid of that damn sound, he put a finger into the shell of his auricle and wiggled it back and forth. Just as he was about to yell at ChiChi about it, Son Gohan appeared in the door.
The prince eyed the high school student and burst out laughing.
Scratching the back of his head, the boy in his green Saiyaman outfit went to the table. "Well? Father is in a good mood today."
"Yes, since he got up." grinned Son Goten and jumped onto the chair next to him.
After ChiChi and the boy in the green clothes had also sat down, Vegeta folded his arms over his chest. "What is this ridiculous elevator doing?"
Son Gohan laughed embarrassed, but then jumped to his feet again and took several strange poses and explained it with pride in his voice. "I am the Great Saiyaman!"
Vegeta laughed at the ridiculous boy again. "At such a young age, the Ginyu Force probably shaped you more than was good for you. What does your green foster father say?"
Gohan exchanged an embarrassed look with his little brother and tapped his index fingers together. "His reaction was little different from yours, father."
ChiChi took a portion and said meanwhile. "So I think this Halloween costume is very successful and chic."
"Something like that can only come from a mother," growled Vegeta and began to stuff himself.
After every single plate had been emptied, the Saiyajin got up from his chair and wanted to go to the door to get out of the madhouse and to his training. However, two small hands held his arm.
"Papa, you wanted to teach me to fly", whistled Son Goten and kept pulling on him.
Vegeta stopped and gave the boy a look that was just too fatal. The child did not react, however, only pulled harder. "Papa, please you promised!"
"Nothing there!" Said ChiChi, who had started to fill the sink with the dirty dishes, but now paused."Your father wanted to accompany me to town today to go shopping with me."
"What?" he asked puzzled and turned around. Since the little one was still hanging on his arm, he also described a semicircle with his rotation.
The Big Saiyaman then also spoke up. "Father wanted to study with me for the university entrance exam."
Again the Saiyan just repeated one word. "What?"
Teach the little one to fly? The woman go shopping? And learn the green joke? Why should he have agreed to even one of them? Well, one of those things he might actually do. He could fly to the nearest cliff with Son Gotan and push him down. Then he would definitely learn to fly. Even if he died, after all, ghosts could fly. If he was at it, he could make a family outing out of it! At the cliff he could teach Gohan that he should be left alone! And the house dragon might find some nice stones on the way down! That sounded like a good plan to the Saiyan. A very good one.
"Absolutely no way!" ChiChi called and stomped towards Vegeta. "You promised that you would go shopping with me! So tell the kids that too!"
Gohan went up to him as well. "But my entrance exam is already next week you have to study with me!"
To make matters worse, Son Goten hopped up and down, constantly pulling Vegeta's arm to get his attention. "No, papa please! I would really love to finally be able to fly!"
The three then all started talking at once and increased their volume from time to time to drown each other out. They didn't really say anything new, they just explained why Vegeta should deal with him exactly.
This nagging hit the prince pretty badly, which is why he also raised his voice to silence the madmen in front of him. Unfortunately, to his annoyance, it just didn't work and they just kept screaming.
Shaking off Son Gotan's hand, he raised his hand and tried to form a ki-ball in his hand. He'd tried the good way to shut her up, after that didn't work he'd try something different! Let's see if they were still so annoying then?
As he gathered the energy in his palm, he glanced briefly at his arms and froze. Under no circumstances did he want to admit what he saw! Just behind his wrist he saw a blue sweatband. Shocked, he also looked at the other wrist, which also had a blue sweatband.
The three of them didn't notice Vegeta's reaction and just kept bickering. Which caused the Saiyan to back away in shock. However, he couldn't do that for long, after only two steps he felt a wall behind him.
From the blue sweatbands, which he would never put on voluntarily in his life, he looked at the three figures in front of him.
On the left, Son Goten was hopping up and down to demonstrate that he couldn't fly.In the middle the nagging black-haired woman who talked about shoes and other crap. And on the right Son Gohan gesticulating wildly with his arms to give his words more expression.
A still shocked Vegeta was surrounded by them with two blue sweatbands and didn't even know where his head was. His Adam's apple moved as he swallowed and slowly lowered his head. He had closed his eyes and would rather not open them at all. He did, however, and what he saw made him pale as a sheet.
He was sure he was wearing a blue battle suit with his white boots. His clothes! What he saw, however, were black boots and bright orange pants. How mechanically he raised his head again and tried to banish this image from his head. Slowly he ran his hand over his head and didn't feel his beloved thousand volt hairstyle. Instead, his hair was flat in one place and sticking out in all directions in other places.
As if under duress, which he did not want to give in, he turned his head to the side and found a mirror there. He did not find his face in this liar, coated with glass and silver foil. It was not the prince of the already extinguished warrior race that looked towards him, but that of the lower class warrior and his rival!
The three of Kakarott's clan bridged the distance to the shocked man and grabbed him to shake and shake him. They kept repeating a word. "Papa? Papa!"
Still terrified to the core, he opened his eyes. The bright sun blinded him, so he had to close his eyes again for a moment. When he opened his eyelids again, two heads