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When Bulma heard that the food she had purchased from Goku and Chi-Chi’s farm had arrived, Bulma expected to see Goku. He usually dropped off their weekly purchases but Chi-Chi came today handing off the large crates of vegetables to the robots who cooked the food for Bulma’s family.
“Thanks, Chi-Chi, but doesn’t Goku usually deliver the crops from your farm?”
Chi-Chi handed the last crate of vegetables to a robot. “He’s at the market today selling our crops. We produced so much that I told Goku to stay at the market while I handle your delivery.”
“You shouldn’t limit yourself to selling at that Farmer’s Market near Mount Paozu, Chi-Chi. Your farm produces a lot of crops. They’re so big, fresh and better priced than what’s selling at the stores in West City. You should set up a booth and sell some here.”
“Gohan suggested we expand and sell crops in Satan City, too. Videl suggested we create one of those social media accounts but I don’t know,” Chi-Chi frowned on the idea. “She described it to me but I don’t think that’s me and Goku. It’s a lot of planning, generating followers and constant posting, hoping one takes off and go….” Chi-Chi snapped her fingers. “What did Videl say? Oh! Viral! That seems a lot to do to sell food when Goku and I do fine at the Farmer’s Market near our home without all of that.”
Bulma tutted at Chi-Chi. She thought too small and not big like her. Chi-Chi didn’t see the benefits dangling in front of her. “I have millions of followers on my accounts and I can send some followers your way and promote you,” Bulma offered. “We can do some live stuff on the farm to promote you and Goku.”
“Promote me and Goku?” Chi-Chi laughed. “We’re not celebrities. The only thing we can offer is our farm to promote. Videl told me our crops are three times bigger than what’s sold in stores. That should get people interested.”
Bulma shook her head. Chi-Chi did not see the potential. So naïve. With Goku’s looks and getting a few shirtless shots of him working…. Bulma eyed Chi-Chi carefully. She was pretty. Not as pretty as her but her breasts… Bulma couldn’t help but be envious of Chi-Chi there. She needed to tweak hers occasionally to compete. They will generate follows. “I can set up a booth in front of Capsule Corp. You and Goku can make triple of what you’re making at the Farmer’s Market. We can do it in Satan City, too. With me, Videl and her Dad promoting your farm, you’ll take off in no time.”
Chi-Chi knew she couldn’t say no. Bulma wouldn’t allow it. Chi-Chi saw it in her eyes Bulma envisioning and planning everything to the last detail.
It was an idea Chi-Chi wanted to try. Videl showed the benefits of social media. Chi-Chi liked some of the funny viral videos. She loved the informative ones focusing on tutorial beauty, cooking and farming. While there were benefits, Chi-Chi noticed the downsides to social media. The lack of privacy, exposure, people invading and gossiping over the lives of people they knew nothing about. There were stories of celebrities oversharing and some getting entangled in embarrassing situations.
That couldn’t happen to her. She and Goku were very simple people who lived far from the big cities. They lived an ordinary life and the social media account would only be used to give exposure to the farm and not their personal lives.
Nothing could happen to them where they would be put in an embarrassing situation for the entire world to see.
Bulma created an Instagram account on Chi-Chi’s phone since she would be handling the posts. As promised, Bulma, Videl and Mark (Mr. Satan) shared posts Chi-Chi made of the farm. Chi-Chi posted pictures and videos of the large land growing summer foods such as cucumbers, red, yellow, orange, purple and green bell peppers, five different varieties of tomatoes, watermelons and summer squashes. Much to Bulma’s disappointment, Goku didn’t pose for photos shirtless. She told Chi-Chi that will generate views and interest in the farm but Chi-Chi refused.
“Food will make the farm famous not sexualizing Goku working on the farm.”
Chi-Chi’s way brought followers but not as many as Bulma knew Chi-Chi could have. After a month of daily posting and support from her, Videl and Mark, Goku and Chi-Chi’s farm account received 500 followers.
Chi-Chi was happy because she thought this meant they have five hundred more customers. Chi-Chi’s post where she and Goku will be selling their food at Capsule Corp and in Satan City the upcoming weekend got over one hundred likes but not many comments from people promising they will show up.
It made Bulma worry the big event won’t be successful so Bulma decided to visit Chi-Chi and share her idea. When she didn’t find Chi-Chi home, Bulma went to the farm and found Goku and Chi-Chi. As she landed her ship, Bulma caught Goku and Chi-Chi in an intimate moment. They were standing in the middle of the tomato field kissing. Chi-Chi was fully dressed but her hair was loose while Goku was shirtless. The sounds of Bulma’s aircraft landing pulled them apart.
“You can’t fool me,” Bulma teased them as she stepped out. “I saw you.”
Chi-Chi handed Goku his shirt to put on. “I’m proud of Goku and the work he put into the farm. I’m showing my appreciation.”
“That’s some appreciation.” Bulma couldn’t help teasing Chi-Chi. She and Goku were so private with their affections. As long as they’ve been friends, Bulma didn’t know many details about Chi-Chi and Goku’s sex life. A person walking by wouldn’t think they were married or firmly committed to each other but Bulma knew and it was nice to see. “I won’t stay long but I have an idea about the sale you’re having at my house. We should go Live when it starts.”
Chi-Chi didn’t think that was a good idea. “I was going to make a video of what we are selling. We don't need to do a Live.” Chi-Chi pulled her phone from her pocket and opened the Instagram app. It was a short video she posted two hours ago of her and Goku teasing the vegetables they will sell this weekend. Bulma shared it before she left home. “It has 1,000 likes. That’s 1,000 people. I hope we have enough food to sell to everyone.”
She really thinks ‘Likes’ equals to people showing up. How can anyone be this naïve? Statistics Bulma read informed her that the ratio of one thousand likes equated to four percent. In reality, only forty people will show up. For a four-hour event, that will be a flop. We need to do something to draw them.
“A Live will encourage more people to come out. I know some celebrities. I can call them.”
“We don’t need that.” Chi-Chi declined the offer.
“Let me get a picture of you and Goku.” Chi-Chi handed Bulma her phone. Bulma looked around for a perfect shot. “There!” she pointed to the cucumber field where many cucumbers were growing on a 15-foot trellis. Bulma took the photo and as she posted it on Chi-Chi’s account, she said, “We want to make it a big event. I think going Live will do that.”
But Bulma also knew when Chi-Chi had her mind made up, there was no changing it so she had to take matters into her hands.
“Why are you preoccupied with this?” Chi-Chi asked.
Bulma pulled up the Live option. I’ll schedule it to go Live an hour after it starts. “I’ve been promoting your farm for a month and I’m hosting your event in front of Capsule Corp. Do you know how embarrassing it’d be if no one shows up?”
“That’s why you’re invested," Chi-Chi was so annoyed. "It’s about you.”
Bulma saw Chi-Chi coming to her to take her phone back. She quickly locked in the date and closed the Live schedule before Chi-Chi saw it. “I want it to be a success, Chi-Chi.”
Chi-Chi snatched her phone back. She noticed Bulma uploaded the photo of her and Goku on her account. She read the caption under the photo. “‘Come buy our produce in front of Capsule Corp on 9/13 from 11am – 3pm and stay tune for a BIG surprise.’ Bulma! We’re not doing a Live!”
“Just think about it.”
“I said no!” Chi-Chi grumbled incoherent words as she edited the post to ‘Come buy our produce in front of Capsule Corp on 9/14 from 11am – 3pm!’ She can't even get the date right. How can she tell me how to sell food? Chi-Chi closed the app and put her phone in her pocket. “I appreciate you wanting to help but we don’t need to do anything special to draw a crowd. Our vegetables will be the selling factor.”
Bulma smiled accepting Chi-Chi’s words. The Live was scheduled and Chi-Chi won’t be able to stop it. Chi-Chi will be forced to go along with it and see she is right. Bulma, you did it again.
“It’s not your event!” Vegeta stepped out of the bathroom. He took a second shower after training all morning. He was angry he had to cut it short because Bulma threatened to shut his Gravity Room off for a month if he didn’t attend the event with her. “Who cares if it flops and why the hell do I have to be there?!
“For moral support.” Bulma stood in front of the mirror applying her makeup. Bulma planned a lunch date at a posh restaurant and threatened to shut down the Gravity Room for a month if Vegeta didn’t attend. She saw Vegeta’s appearance in the mirror. He wore sneakers, black jeans and a light blue buttoned shirt. “Vegeta, there’s a dress code. You can’t wear that. Put on a suit.”
Vegeta growled. “I’m not wearing a suit to watch Kakarot and his wife sell vegetables!”
Bulma closed her lipstick case. “That’s tomorrow, Vegeta. We’re going to lunch today.”
“What lunch? You told me to shorten my training so I can watch Kakarot and his wife sell produce in front of our home.”
“I told you that but it's tomorrow! Saturday, the thirteenth. I also told you to cut your training short because we have a lunch date today.”
Vegeta remembered the part about cutting his training short but not the lunch. As soon as Bulma mentioned Goku, Chi-Chi and the farm, he tuned her out and only listened again when Bulma threatened to shut off his Gravity Room. "Saturday? The thirteenth is today, Bulma. Friday.”
“What?” Bulma picked up her phone. Her screen read the date: Friday, September 13th. “Oh, it is. Guess I got my dates wrong. Wait….” Bulma suddenly picked up what this meant. “You jerk!” She nearly threw her phone at Vegeta. “You cut your training short for Goku and Chi-Chi’s produce sale and not for lunch with me?!”
“You’re always threatening to turn off the Gravity Room!” Vegeta argued. “I can’t keep up with all your threats!”
The notification ping on Bulma’s phone. It was a Live notification from Chi-Chi’s Instagram. Bulma wondered why Chi-Chi was Live now until she remembered. “Oh! I set it for the thirteenth. I thought I set it for Saturday.”
“Set what?” Vegeta asked.
Bulma opened the app. “I told Chi-Chi she should go Live for the event. She didn’t want to so I set it for her as a surprise but I got my dates wrong and it’s Live now and not tomorrow.”
“Does she know this?”
“Obviously not or I wouldn’t be looking at Chi-Chi’s bedroom. I told her to put a lock on her phone but she doesn’t do that. ‘Why do I need to lock my phone, Bulma? Everyone knows not to touch it.’” Bulma shook her head at Chi-Chi’s naïve way of thinking. “She must have left it in her bedroom while she fixed lunch.” Bulma heard low sounds. Maybe Goku and Chi-Chi were in the room talking. She turned up the volume to hear the conversation.
“Uhh!” Bulma and Vegeta heard a loud grunt from Goku followed by, “Ya suck so good, Chi-Chi. Mmm. Ya hungry today.”
Bulma and Vegeta slowly turned to each other, wide-eyed at what they were hearing. Slurps and moans from Chi-Chi mixed with Goku’s grunting approval.
Bulma was indignant at what she heard. “She told me she didn’t do that!” But from how Goku sounded, it was clear to Bulma Chi-Chi does it often and very well.
“Keep going, Chi-Chi,” Goku panted. “I’m almost there. I’m….. why ya stop?”
“I want my fun first.”
“Vegeta, you don’t think…..”
“Call them,” Vegeta urged quickly.
Bulma tapped the call button on Chi-Chi’s name. Bulma heard Chi-Chi’s phone vibrating. “Maybe I should…..” a loud moan was heard from Chi-Chi as Goku joined their bodies. “Oh, Goku….. a little warning next time.”
Goku didn’t speak but the slaps of his body against Chi-Chi’s told Bulma all she needed to know. She ended the call. “She’s not gonna…” a sharp gust of wind knocked Bulma to the floor. “Vegeta?” she looked around to discover him gone and their window open.
Loud smacks and Chi-Chi’s growing cries from the phone drew Bulma away from the window. “Wow.” Bulma’s ears burned at the noises Goku and Chi-Chi were making. “Goku is really giving it to Chi-Chi.”
“Uh-oh,” Bulma saw the comments appearing on the Live.
dawn_southern
Is that Professor Gohan’s parents?🤯
Naturelover725
They’re old but they’re getting it in!🤣
iloveboobs
Farmer Goku has his own big crop!🍆
dogluver
My hips would break if my man smashed me so hard!🥵
crushonyou
They’re making me wet. 💦I’m getting my vibrator!
monchi
This is not the garden lesson I was expecting but I’m here for it!🍿
salli
I don’t date men but Farmer Goku knows what he’s doing to make his wife sound like that.
artsy
I'm so glad I'm working at home today! 👀
18_lazuli
Pick up your phone!!!!
yajirobe
There ya go, Goku! Put your wife’s mouth to good use!!
Roshilovestheladies
I’m so proud of you, Goku!!! I taught you well!🥹
gardenfan51
Is this what you have to do to sell your crops? Disgusting.🤢
oxking
Chi-Chi, this is your father. Please answer your phone and turn off the LIVE!!!!
The comments poured in and the follower count rose. “Chi-Chi’s gonna kill me if she finds out this is my fault.” Yamcha popped in the comments arguing with people who thought Goku and Chi-Chi were disgusting. Chi-Chi’s father, Master Roshi, Yajirobe and 18 so far were tuning in. “How many of our friends are listening to this?”
Piccolo touched down on the grass exhausted. He split himself into two for a three-hour sparring session. He wasn’t as strong as Goku and Vegeta but knew if he kept training, he will unlock another power in him just as they did. Piccolo knelt at the lake and scooped up a handful of water. His phone gifted to him by Gohan rest on the grass. It pinged a notification. He looked over to see a text message from Yajirobe. He didn’t care for the human and didn’t want to exchange numbers but Gohan told him they all should be in communication with each other in case a threat comes to Earth.
He saw a notification from Goku and Chi-Chi’s farm account came in a few minutes ago. They were Live. Piccolo didn’t know what that meant but figured it had something to do with the farm. He ignored it to check Yajirobe’s text. It wasn’t a solo text to him. Piccolo realized he was in a group chat text with Yajirobe and all his contacts. Only Master Roshi responded as the two went back and forth discussing Goku and Chi-Chi going Live.
Yajirobe: I like Chi-Chi now.
MasterRoshi: She was always a good girl. Now we know how good!! I knew that mouth had to be good for something!! LOL!!!!
Piccolo closed the chat. “What’s that about?” He had an Instagram account because of Gohan. He opened his app to see why Goku and Chi-Chi’s farm account was Live.
Piccolo thought it was strange to see the ceiling. He wondered why the camera was focused on that when he heard the familiar moans, groans and bodily slaps. “Oh, no.” He knew those sounds. It was unfortunately burned into his memory during the time he lived with Goku in preparation for the Artificial Humans.
“Love how tight ya are,” Goku growled over the smacks. “Ya pussy sucks me as good as your mouth.”
yajirobe
Goku knows the word Pussy?!🤯🤯
roshilovestheladies
I’m crying tears of joy. I’m so proud of you Goku!!🥹🥹
kookyluvschichi
That should be my pussy!🤬
gosha
I’ll take them both!😈😏
kookyluvschichi
@gosha you can have Goku but leave me Chi-Chi
gosha
@kookyluvschichi
Back off homewrecker or I’ll kick your ass!👊🤬
The comments rolling on his screen were as disturbing as the sounds coming from Goku and Chi-Chi’s mouths. Shutting the app off wasn’t enough. Piccolo felt he had to do something drastic so he would never be in this situation again. He threw the phone in the air and destroyed it with a Ki blast.
Gohan wiped down his whiteboard as his students walked out of class. It was a normal session until ten minutes ago when a couple of his students began laughing. Some of them shared what was on their phone. Gohan figured it was breaking news over a celebrity. He wasn’t involved in the entertainment lifestyle of the rich and famous. He had to raise his voice a few times to silence his students and get them to focus for the rest of the class period. With class over, Gohan had an hour between classes and was going to eat his lunch when Videl came in pushing Pan in her stroller.
“Hi!” His wife and daughter were just who Gohan needed to see after a rough hour with his students. “What are you doing here?”
“I thought we could have lunch together.”
“Fine with me,” Gohan picked up Pan and kissed a cheek.
Videl groaned as her phone vibrated again. “Guess I better answer this. Erasa’s been texting me ever since I was in the parking lot.”
“Are they arguing again?”
“Probably.” Videl unlocked her phone. “I can’t keep being a referee to them. Oh.” She read the first text. “It’s not about her and Sharpner. It’s your parents.”
“My parents? Why does she care about them?”
“I guess it’s about the farm event they are having at Capsule Corp and Satan City. I got a notification they went Live on their Instagram but I didn’t check it since I was getting Pan out of the car.”
“Really?” Gohan put Pan back into her stroller. “I didn’t know that. Why would they go Live while I have class?”
Videl read the texts from Erasa. She saw Gohan reach into his pocket and pull out his phone. “Gohan, don’t!!”
Gohan tapped the button to open the app. Moans from Chi-Chi, growls from Goku and the smacks of their slapping flash echoed from Gohan’s phone.
“Ah! Goku!” Chi-Chi screamed. “Don’t go soft on me you wild Saiyan! You know I can take more than that!” Chi-Chi yelped at the sound of a slap against her. “Ah… ah!” she screamed at another slap. “That’s more like it! Spank me, baby. I’ve been a bad wife.”
“Ya so naughty,” Goku panted after another slap.
“That’s cause I’m your naughty----” Gohan threw his phone, smashing the window it went through as it soared through the air before landing in the courtyard’s waterfall.
Videl understood Gohan’s panic at what the listened to. She had an uncomfortable run-in with one of her father’s lovers. However, “You could’ve turned off the app, Gohan.”
Vegeta landed in front of the Son Family home out of breath. Normally, Vegeta wouldn’t be tired of flying to their home from West City but he spent the morning in the Gravity Room training hard and flew as fast as he could aware of how bad this situation was because of Bulma’s ties to it.
If Kakarot’s wife finds out this is Bulma’s fault….. .
Vegeta pounded on the door but no one answered. They’re in their bedroom. Why couldn’t they be in the kitchen this time? Vegeta ripped the door off its hinges. Vegeta didn’t have to follow Goku’s Ki to their bedroom. He could hear them from the front of the house.
He’s definitely a Saiyan.
Vegeta rushed to their bedroom. He didn’t bother knocking. They wouldn’t hear it from the noise they were making. Since they were alone, their bedroom door was partially opened. It gave Vegeta an unpleasant view of Goku’s bare butt as he thrust hard and fast into Chi-Chi. Chi-Chi was shielded from his eyes but the sound of her voice told him she enjoyed what was being done to her. Vegeta knew he had to make an entrance because knocking wouldn’t work. Vegeta closed the door and kicked it down so it fell onto the floor with a loud thud. It created the action he wanted. Goku and Chi-Chi jumped at the intrusion. Chi-Chi screamed seeing Vegeta in the doorway.
Chi-Chi pulled the sheets over her as a growling Goku rose from the bed. “Vegeta.” His name came off as a snarl. Goku didn’t care Vegeta held one hand on the doorway and the other on his hip. He looked winded but all that mattered to Goku was that Vegeta invaded his personal space and saw his wife in a way that was only meant for his eyes.
Vegeta put his hand up as he struggled to catch his breath. Damn. I need to learn that teleportation technique. “Kakarot,” Vegeta panted. Shit! Vegeta grunted as Goku punched him so hard he fell on the floor. He knew interrupting a Saiyan during sex was almost as bad as interrupting a Saiyan when he’s eating. “You damn fool! The whole world can hear you fucking your wife!”
“What?!” Chi-Chi’s head popped from the sheets.
“Your phone!” Vegeta pointed to Chi-Chi’s phone on the nightstand. “You’re Live! Everyone can hear you on that damn thing!”
Chi-Chi grabbed her phone, saw she was Live, released the loudest scream and dropped the phone onto the floor.
Goku stepped to the phone unaware of the head of his penis and a couple of inches of his length appeared on the camera as he bent to pick it up. Goku’s curious face peered into the screen. “I thought we weren’t going Live. What’s this?”
Goku read the comments popping on the screen.
ilovesex69
Holy…. Did you see how thick his head is?
ksanluvgarden
From that angle, he’s gotta be 10 or 12 inches.🤔
gosha
What I would give to have him split me open. Damn! He’s long, thick and hot!🥵🥵
courtney
I follow them. They seem like a nice family but if he’s that thick and gives it so good, how can they only have two kids?!
krillin
TURN OFF THE LIVE!!!! TURN OFF THE PHONE!!!!
Vegeta snatched the phone from Goku and tossed a pillow at him so he could conceal himself. “Bulma scheduled a Live but she got the dates wrong.” Shit. Why did I say that?
Vegeta’s face appeared on the screen much to the disappointment of the viewers.
gosha
Eww! Who is this McDonald's face?🤢
Yamcha
Bulma. That explains it.🙄
18_lazuli
I’ll help you kill her!🤬
That was the last message Vegeta saw before he turned the app off.
It was agreed between Goku and Vegeta that Chi-Chi shouldn't be within fifty feet of Bulma. Chi-Chi was so angry and filled with a desire to kill Bulma to rationally think. Bulma tried to make it up to Chi-Chi enacting a program that erased the video from the internet. She had this in place in case an embarrassing video of hers was released online. It didn’t erase the memories of those who did see the video but Bulma posting a video explaining how it happened did erase the opinions of those who thought it was staged in a sad attempt for Goku and Chi-Chi to sell their produce.
On Saturday, Gohan, Videl and Goten set up a booth in Satan City while Goku and Chi-Chi went to West City to set up the booth in front of Capsule Corp. Bulma watched them from a window. She felt bad for the error but she felt even worse she lost Chi-Chi’s trust. They had a rocky relationship for years and since Goku’s second death formed a genuine friendship. Bulma hated to think one mistake destroyed that.
“Where are you going?” Vegeta stayed in the room to keep an eye on Bulma and save her from confronting Chi-Chi and getting herself killed.
“I’m going to talk to Chi-Chi.”
“Do you want to die? We agreed you will stay away from them while they have their event.”
“You decided that yesterday when I was overwhelmed with guilt. I have better clarity now.”
“You have a death wish,” Vegeta told her. “She’ll kill you.”
“She won’t kill me.” Bulma knew Chi-Chi was still mad but she wasn’t a killer. “She might hit me.”
“Which you will die from.” Bulma stopped walking. Would she die from a slap from Chi-Chi? She was a martial artist. She’s married to Goku, who is the greatest martial artist. She heard those pounds of Goku smashing Chi-Chi. It didn’t sound like she was in pain. She took it like a pro and asked for more. What would a woman that strong do to me? For a moment, Bulma hesitated if this was a good idea. It is. I have to talk to Chi-Chi.
When Bulma resumed walking, Vegeta mumbled, “This isn’t a good idea.”
They walked to the front of the massive property where Goku and Chi-Chi were finishing setting up the produce. Bulma noticed Chi-Chi looked stern and tense while Goku appeared quiet and obedient to Chi-Chi. They stopped what they were doing when they saw Bulma.
“Chi-Chi,” Bulma held her hands up to show she wasn’t a threat. “I come in peace. I’m sorry about the Live. I should have not scheduled it on your phone but you rushed me.”
Chi-Chi lunged for Bulma but Goku held her back. “I rushed you?!”
With Goku holding Chi-Chi, Bulma felt confident to speak her truth and point out this wasn’t all her fault. “When we were talking about doing the Live, you came to me so fast, I didn’t have time to double-check the date.”
Chi-Chi stretched her arms at Bulma, snarling and screaming like an enraged animal. “You’re blaming me for what you did!”
“I set it a day early but it was at noon. People are going to lunch at noon. Kids are in school at noon. People are shopping and working at noon. What were you doing having sex at noon?”
Behind Bulma, Vegeta threw his hands up and mumbled something about being a widower.
“Well,” Goku answered while wrestling with Chi-Chi. “Goten’s in school then. Sometimes I come home for lunch and since me and Chi-Chi are alone and we can be as loud as we want….”
“Don’t answer her!” Chi-Chi screamed. “We did nothing wrong!” Chi-Chi reached for Bulma, squeezing her hands as if she wanted to strangle Bulma.
Well, I tried. In a few weeks when she's calmed down, Chi-Chi will admit I am right. “Let me make it up to you. I can use the dragon balls to erase everyone’s memory of seeing the video.”
Chi-Chi dropped her arms. This was crazy. The desire to give Bulma one good punch drained out of her. If Bulma was willing to use the dragon balls, Chi-Chi realized Bulma was genuinely sorry. “No. We shouldn’t abuse the dragon balls like that.”
“Why not? I do.” Chi-Chi ignored Bulma and went back to her produce. Bulma thought that would get a laugh but Chi-Chi looked so sad. Bulma hated that. “Come on, Chi-Chi. I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you.”
Chi-Chi looked at her watch. Customers will be coming soon. She couldn’t deal with them and Bulma. “The only way you can make it up is by doing something embarrassing and since I know you won’t do that…..”
“I have an idea.” It suddenly came to Vegeta. It would be embarrassing for Bulma, funny to him and teach her to not do this again.
Bulma saw Vegeta’s smirk and knew whatever he had in mind, wouldn’t be good for her. Bulma knew Vegeta secretly loved when she stepped into it with Chi-Chi. She didn't know why but felt sometimes he was a secret cheerleader for her.
What could he possibly suggest?
Sales of Goku and Chi-Chi’s produce occurred at the same time in West City and Satan City. Gohan, Videl and Goten took care of sales in Satan City. Videl promoted it and her father made an appearance for pictures, signed autographs and encouraged people to buy Goku and Chi-Chi’s produce. There were a fair amount of people to keep Gohan, Videl and Goten busy but they weren’t as busy as Goku and Chi-Chi in West City.
People began arriving at Capsule Corp thirty minutes before Goku and Chi-Chi were ready to start selling. This made Chi-Chi anxious. No one ever arrived thirty minutes early to buy produce from them. People usually shuffled in thirty minutes after the booths were open with most traffic being in the last two hours.
“It’ll be fine,” Goku tried to assure Chi-Chi. “People came to buy our food.”
“They came to mock and gawk at us. They won’t buy anything." Chi-Chi couldn't shake the feeling that going through with this was a bad idea. "They’re going to look at us as weirdos who made a sex video to sell food.”
Goku had an optimistic view about it. He wasn’t ashamed at being caught loving his wife but he understood Chi-Chi’s feelings in keeping their intimacy private. “It’ll be fine.”
At 11, people came out of their cars and walked to their booths. Chi-Chi put on a smile as people approached. Some passed a good morning greeting as they inspected the food. They were older people, young mothers with their children and single women. Fifteen minutes into the opening a mother and her young daughter approach Chi-Chi with their bundle of vegetables to be purchased.
“These do look bigger than what I buy at the store,” the mother gave praise. “Do you use chemicals?”
“No. Everything is organic. All the pesticides we use are made with natural ingredients. Our fertilizers are natural, too. We take our time and care into growing big and healthy vegetables.”
The mother handed Chi-Chi cash for her purchase. “I’m also here for another reason.”
Dread filled Chi-Chi. She saw the video. “It was an accident. We feel so terrible about it.”
“Oh, there’s no reason to feel terrible about it. If I had a man who was giving it to me like that, I would walk around with the biggest smile on my face knowing I got what everyone wants and can’t have.” The mother took her change from Chi-Chi and placed her money in her purse. “You have nothing to be ashamed about. It got me checking your account but your produce and cute videos with your family made me a follower. I came for the food and that.”
The mother pointed at the dunking booth being set up. There was a tank being filled with a green gooey substance of pudding, sauce and green food coloring. It looked like slime. A wide-screen TV was slowly being raised above the booth. Bulma, in a bathrobe hiding her swimsuit, cringed as the tank began to fill up.
Vegeta got the idea from a TV program he watched with Trunks. Chi-Chi never thought anyone would show up to participate. Bulma told her she was so famous and loved in West City. No one would show up to dump the richest woman in West City or so Chi-Chi thought. “Why are you staying for that? It won’t start until noon.”
“I moved last month and I used Capsule Corp capsules to move my things. The capsule that held my daughter’s furniture was destroyed. The bed, her dresser and her cute desk were crushed. I called to complain but they wouldn’t reimburse me for my daughter’s furniture. I can’t afford to buy a new bedroom set so my daughter’s sleeping in my bed until I can. I’m here to dunk the C.E.O.’s daughter.”
“Oh.” Chi-Chi was slightly relieved the mother didn’t come to mock her but she did feel bad for Bulma. A little. “I’m sorry that happened but I am friends with the C.E.O.’s daughter. I’ll make sure she gives you money so you can buy a new bedroom set for your daughter.”
“Really?” the mother was happy to hear that. “Do I have to pass on dunking her? I still wanna do that.”
Chi-Chi looked over at her friend yelling at Vegeta. The Saiyan was all smiles making jokes of Bulma falling into the vat of slime. Bulma is sorry. Maybe I can cut her some slack. Vegeta went back into Capsule Corp laughing. He didn't see Bulma walking to the red target and jamming it with her screwdriver. Chi-Chi didn't know what Bulma was doing but she knew she was going to rig the dunking booth in her favor. Maybe next time she'll be sorry. “Go ahead.”
The mother squealed joyfully and hugged Chi-Chi. “Thank you and don’t worry about the video. There are some judgmental prudes but most of us understand and know it wasn’t deliberate. Hell, most of us wish we were in your position.” The mother released Chi-Chi but her eyes were on Goku as he talked to a customer. “To be twisted like a pretzel and pounded by that hunk of man and his meat. Mmm. I envy you.”
Chi-Chi’s nerves began to wane after the friendly talk from the young mother. There were questionable looks and smirks but most purchased the produce and gave support to Chi-Chi and Goku. There were some offers of orgies and partner swapping but that was minimal compared to the people who did buy their vegetables. They sold all they brought with many new patrons asking if they will return and some promising to visit their booth at the Farmer's Market near Mount Paozu.
At noon, the dunking booth opened with Bulma sitting over a vat of green goo. Buyers were given three baseballs for ten zeni to try to knock Bulma into the vat. Everyone missed including the mother who was happy to have money to buy her daughter’s bedroom set. Bulma was so happy. She survived an hour of this embarrassment and wasn’t dunked.
Not that anyone can. Bulma looked at the red target of the dunking booth with a sly smile. She rigged it so anyone throwing over eighty miles per hour could activate the target. Only a professional baseball player or someone really strong can hit the target with that speed. That wasn’t the people lining up to dunk her in the last hour. She only had one more hour to go. Bulma felt good she will be spared falling into the dunk tank until she saw the group of people coming up to dunk her.
Yamcha, Piccolo, Master Roshi and Yajirobe.
“What the hell is this?!” Civilians with a poor throwing arm Bulma didn’t mind but not these experts!
Yamcha smirked as he held up a bucket of baseballs. “You can’t expect me to ignore this opportunity.”
Bulma crossed her arms fuming. “I guess not.” She glowered at him. Curse her luck she dated a guy who is good at baseball. Looking at the others, Bulma acknowledged that she angered Master Roshi and Yajirobe in the past. They would want payback but, “Why are you here, Piccolo?”
Piccolo squeezed a baseball. It turned to dust in his hands. “I…. “ he growled, “heard….. them. I could never hit Son or his wife when they did that. This time I get payback.”
“Me first,” Yamcha gripped his ball, ready to throw.
Bulma braced herself. Yamcha had fifteen balls in that bucket. That’s fifteen times she will fall into slime. It looked so nasty and gooey and cold. She didn’t want to fall in that. Hadn’t she suffered enough? Wasn’t the threat of her possibly falling in that nasty green slime enough punishment?
“Wait!”
Yes! She was saved! Chi-Chi was coming! She looked so angry and it wasn’t at her! Bulma was so happy! Chi-Chi will save her. She’ll tell them they are being childish and they shouldn’t do this.
“You should be ashamed of yourselves!” Chi-Chi yelled at them.
Go Chi-Chi! I knew you would stop them.
“Why kind of men are you to want to dump a woman into that messy tank?!”
Yeah!!! You tell them, Chi-Chi!
“How can you do that when we all know it’s ladies first?”
Wait, what?
Bulma watched Chi-Chi take the ball out of Yamcha’s hand. Bulma shook her head at Chi-Chi. She wouldn’t do this. She’s her friend. She knows how wrong this is.
She can’t throw at eighty miles, can she?
Chi-Chi threw the ball at ninety miles. It hit the target. The seat under Bulma opened. She screamed and fell into the slime.
“Boom!” Yamcha cheered and gave Chi-Chi a high five. “I didn’t know you could throw, Chi-Chi.”
“I can throw bad tutors out of my house. Baseballs are nothing.”
Bulma’s account was linked to the wide-screen television over her. It recorded her dunk as millions of her followers viewed and shared their comments.
krillin
Holy crap! She got her!🤣🤣👏👏
18_lazuli
I can still help you kill her.
kookyluvschichi
my future wife is amazing!!! 🥰🥰🥰
gosha
You stay away from her!🤬🤬
Coughing and gasping for air, Bulma swam to the surface covered in sticky, gooey slime. She could hear Vegeta laughing behind the booth. I’m shutting that room down for two months. Slightly blind from the green slime, Bulma felt for her seat and climbed into it. She wiped some of the slime off her eyes. Opening one, she saw Chi-Chi standing on the steps of the booth. She held a towel for her.
Bulma took the towel and wiped her face and hair. Green slime soaked the towel with most of it still on her. “Ugh! I’m gonna be taking a bath for hours.” Bulma dropped the towel on the ground. Could this day get any more embarrassing?
“My turn!”
Bulma yelped as Yamcha’s ball hit the target and sent her falling into the gooey slime again.
Yamcha!!! Bulma screamed in her mind as she swam through the thick slime. I’ll kill him myself and I won’t use the dragon balls to bring him back!
The second dunk felt heavier. Perhaps it was due to her already being covered but the goo felt thicker as she struggled to swim to the surface. Bulma felt a hand grab her arm and pull her out. It was Chi-Chi. With one strong arm, she pulled Bulma back into her seat. She ignored the green slime on her arm and handed Bulma another clean towel.
The dark-haired Saiyan wife smiled at her. It was the first smile Bulma saw from Chi-Chi since the accidental Live. They had the strangest friendship where at one time or another they’ll both drive each other crazy with their moods and venting over their unpredictable husband and kids. Bulma knew in the future she will anger Chi-Chi again but once that anger cooled, Bulma knew Chi-Chi will still be her friend.