Chapter Summary: Ox-King reflects on his life while Chi-Chi goes on the war path. Gohan just wants to know what's going on and Bulma really, really needs a drink. A perfectly normal day in the life of the family Son and friends.

While they were speeding (at what was most certainly well over the legal limit) towards West city in the fastest areal vehicle available to them that could hold well, him, Ox-King wondered if he had been equipped with some kind of internal radar that would alert him when his daughter was about to cause trouble. He'd gone home a month prior at Chi-Chi's insistence; the giant man did have a village to preside over (and was always somewhat paranoid that his house would be on fire when he got back if he left it for too long). It had been nice to settle back into something of a normal routine with people not dying in droves and no one threatening to blow up the planet. He was deeply saddened by his son-in-law's passing, but was prepared for life to go on.

It was with this sentiment that Ox-King prepared a perfectly normal picnic lunch with the intention of spending a perfectly normal picnic day with his family, giving Gohan a break from studying and Chi-Chi a break from cooking. He certainly hadn't been expecting Chi-Chi to have the engine of what was probably a military grade plane revved up (along with her impressive and terrifying temper) with Gohan on board, evidently ready to wage war on something. As the proposed picnic had served to calm her down a considerable amount, it was starting to seem like whatever instinct that told him "now is a good time to visit your family" was really trying to tell him "you should go stop your daughter from probable homicide." At the end of the day, it didn't stop them from going, but at least the cargo plane wasn't capable of as much collateral damage.

"Say, Mom..." Gohan spoke softly, using the same tone he would with a potentially hostile wild dinosaur. "Why is it that we're going to Capsule Corporation all of a sudden?" The young boy was equal parts confused and concerned; his mother had been feeling sick that morning, then had taken a rather uncharacteristic nap, only to wake up and immediately fly into a rage (and it had been spectacular, even for her). This combined with the fact that not only had her mood shifted completely at lunch, but she'd eaten nearly as much as he had. "You weren't feeling well, and we can visit Ms. Bulma anytime, and..."

"I'm feelin' FINE." Chi-Chi ground out, barely containing whatever fury had taken over once again. She was actually glowing; ki flaring around wildly. If she'd been stronger, there wouldn't have been a plane left to take them. Gohan shot a pleading look at his grandfather, hoping desperately that he could calm her down again. Or maybe give her food. Ox-King sent him a nervous look in return advising that it might be best if they spent the remainder of the trip in silence.

When they landed outside Capsule Corporation, Bulma was surprised to see Chi-Chi hopping out of the pilot's seat, if only because the tiny woman had actually bothered to use the landing gear. She would have thought it polite of Chi-Chi, choosing not using her lawn as a convenient breaking surface, except for the near-feral look on the other woman's face. Looking to the heavens through her living room ceiling, Bulma prayed for a patience she knew she did not possess: "Dende, help me out here—I am absolutely not cut out for dealing with this kind of shit without nicotine." Huffing (though she really didn't expect a response from the child-Kami) she glanced at her small son, napping on a blanket on the floor. "Y'know, Kiddo, that's your fault."

Trunks expressed his sympathy by continuing to sleep, oblivious. Sighing audibly, Bulma picked up the baby, strapped him into a chest carrier, looked out the window to see if maybe the Son family parked on her lawn was in fact, a figment of her imagination, and poured herself a double shot of whiskey when she verified it wasn't. "No way I'm doing this sober!" she declared before downing the shot in one gulp. It wasn't irresponsible—she'd just use the test strips before she fed the baby next.

When Bulma emerged from the front door, it was with the air of lone warrior defending her castle, proudly displaying her baby front-pack like some kind of new-mom battle armor. Reactions to this spectacle were mixed; Chi-Chi's anger instantly fizzled out, Gohan seemed perplexed that someone could just wear a baby, and Ox-King melted into a puddle of grandfatherly goo. Bulma, determining that nothing had been or was going be to set on fire, opted to invite the Son family in for tea.

Author Notes: I love pregnant, hormonal Chi-Chi and disgruntled, nicotine-deprived Bulma. And you know Bulma totally used the breast milk alcohol test strips. xD