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Jealousy

Going on a candle-lit dinner and Goku becoming jealous of guys trying to flirt with Chi. And of course, Vegeta urging and cheering him to fight for his wife and in the end of the mess, embarrassing Chichi! – (Riz-sama)

Please make one with Goku and Chichi and Vegeta and Bulma, going on a double date and embarrassing their wives by starting a BIG food fight! xD – (A dbz fan)

There was no greater thrill for Chichi than seeing her husband dressed to the nines in a crisp, clean suit. It was one of those simple and rare pleasures in life, like sleeping in a bed with freshly laundered sheets or finding money that you never realised you had. And the sight before her could certainly be described as rare.

She took great enjoyment in watching him struggling to fasten his tie in front of the full-length mirror in their bedroom, frowning and grunting in annoyance as he dropped his arms in disappointment at his sides. "I can't do it!" He mumbled at his reflection, his shoulders sagged in defeat. "You can grumble and moan as much as you like..." She smiled as she placed her hands gently on his shoulders to turn him round to face her before attempting to detangle the mess that he had got himself into. "But you are wearing this tie and you are not getting out of it."

"I bet Vegeta isn't wearing a tie..." He muttered as Chichi secured the knot tightly and began to brush the lint from the arms of his jacket. "I don't care what Vegeta is wearing because he is not my husband. Honestly! Have you ever heard yourself? Sometimes it's like having three kids instead of two!" Goku pouted at this statement but quickly snapped out of it as he watched Chichi begin to preen herself in the mirror next to him.

She was dressed in a white, asian-style dress with the hem stopping just below the knee and decorated with two simple roses. The dress certainly wasn't tight, but it clung to her figure in all the right places, accentuating her curves. And, in yet another rare occurrence, Chichi had decided to wear her hair down for the night and kept it simple with two, small-strand bangs to frame her face. "Wow, Chi...You look amazing!" Goku smiled as Chichi halted in her preening, blushing slightly as she turned to face her husband.

"Aww, you old flatterer!" She grinned as she picked up her purse from their bed and made her way to the bedroom doorway. "Goten! Get your stuff together, we're going!" Glancing over her shoulder she caught sight of her husband just reaching up to loosen his tie. "Goku, don't even think about it!"

The tune of the doorbell rang loudly through the reception hall of Capsule Corporation as Vegeta strode casually towards the front door. "Nobody's here!" He yelled at the couple and their young son standing outside. "Vegeta will you just open the damn door!" Bulma bellowed from the bathroom as Vegeta growled and mumbled incoherently as he pressed a button causing the double doors to slide open.

"Hi, Vegeta!" Goku greeted cheerily with one hand raised in greeting and the other casually in his trouser pocket. Vegeta replied with a heavy scowl as he clutched his suit jacket tightly in one hand, the top buttons of his shirt undone as Goku couldn't help but notice the lack of a tie. "Hey, Trunks! You'll never guess what I've brought with me!" Goten giggled loudly as he ran passed Vegeta and into the path of a smartly-dressed Bulma. With a slight bow of apology, the little boy smiled wildly and ran past in the search of his friend.

"You two better stay the Hell outta my Gravity Room!" Vegeta yelled as Bulma shook her head in exasperation. "Do you have to be like that?!" Bulma argued. "And what are you doing with your jacket! Do you have any idea how long that takes to get pressed?!" As the couple continued to argue unabated before them, Goku lightly tapped his wife on the shoulder. "See, Vegeta isn't wearing a tie!" Chichi couldn't help but smirk at her husband as she tapped him on the arm with her purse.

"All I'm asking is for you to take a few hours of your time to actually socialise with other living beings...is that too much to ask?" Bulma questioned as Vegeta's scowl turned into a frown. "Now, why don't you try a smile, huh?" She teased as she began to poke him repeatedly in the chest, causing him to force a sarcastic smile for a split second.

"As much as I hate to interrupt this touching moment..." Chichi interrupted. "But we'd better get going if we want to make those reservations."

"Great!" Vegeta drawled as he followed the rest of the group out of the front door. "Let's all pile into that death machine Kakarot calls a car!"

The gentle melody of violins combined with the low-lighting of the candles provided a comfortable and romantic atmosphere for the occupants of one of the most prestigious restaurants in West City. Unfortuantely for Chichi and Bulma, they were unable to enjoy the ambience due mostly to their husbands, who were currently shovelling revoltingly enormous quantities of food into their mouths that had been carefully piled in front of them by astonished waiters.

"Vegeta!" Bulma hissed as she shyly looked round at the surrounding tables, noticing all of the dumbfounded faces of the restaurant's customers staring back at them. "Will you please show some manners? You're a Prince for goodness' sake! We're in a public place and people will recognise me!" She raised a hand in front of her face delicately in an attempt to hide from the onlookers.

"Can't talk...Eating..." He grunted in-between mouthfuls as he continued his pace without hesitation, gripping a large bowl of rice to his chin and scooping the contents directly into his mouth without stopping for air. Bulma sighed in defeat and returned to nibbling at her food. On the opposite side of the table Chichi was faring no better, after many years of marriage she knew for a fact that it was impossible for a Saiyan to ever learn table manners. So, instead, she took to silently seething in the chair next to him, her face flushed with embarrassment.

After tackling a serving of octopus dumplings, Goku quickly made a bee-line for the Char-Su, reaching forward to grab a large handful and shoving it straight into his mouth, which was quickly followed by choking as the food became lodged in his throat. "Goku! Chew! The food isn't going anywhere so slow down!" She scolded as she began to tap her husband hard between his shoulder blades.

"That's what you think..." Vegeta muttered as he reached forward and plucked the plate of Char-Su right from under Goku's nose, his spluttering suddenly stopping as he watched the Saiyan Prince sat opposite devour the food with a smug grin. "Oh, yeah? Well you can have it!" Goku answered with his own smirk as he reached far across the table to the large, roasted duck which had so far sat untouched. Grasping a leg with one hand and bracing the body with the other, he pulled the limb clean off with more force than was intended, causing his elbow to ricochet into Chichi's glass and causing the contents to spill all over the table and onto her lap.

With a small yelp of alarm, Chichi quickly jumped to her feet and tried to dab the liquid unsuccessfully from her dress with a napkin. Goku stared wide-eyed at his wife, the food in his hand quickly forgotten about. "Quickly, Chi." Bulma urged, "Ask one of the Waiters, they may have something that can get that blotch out!"

"Is it gonna stain?" Goku asked innocently as Chichi quickly made her way towards one of the nearest members of staff, but not without forgetting to give her husband a quick slap over the head with her napkin. "Sorry! I meant sorry!" He squeaked as he realised what he had said and what he should have said a little too late.

"Grrr! Men!" Bulma growled as she stood to her feet to stare down at the two Saiyans. "All Chichi and I wanted from tonight was to be able to just this once experience what other normal couples do!" Goku listened intently as Vegeta continued with his feast. "So would you please just forget who you are for one night in order to behave yourselves?!" She pleaded as she snatched her purse from the table and disappeared to the ladies room.

Digesting Bulma's little speech through his mind, Goku stared sadly at the food in front of him deep in thought. "Oh, man...We've been total Pigs! I don't think I've even said one word to Chichi since we got here...I've just been too interested in stuffing my face..." Looking up from his contemplation, he watched as Vegeta clearly ignored him to carry on eating. Goku wasn't going to let that stop him, giving the Saiyan Prince a swift kick to the leg underneath the table to grab his attention.

Halting suddenly, Vegeta slowly raised his gaze, holding his set of chopsticks tightly in front of him. "Kick me...one more time...and I'll ram this somewhere where not even Shenron could get them back!"

"Have you not been listening to a single word that either I or Bulma just said? Don't you feel the slightest bit of remorse?" Vegeta stared back at him in confusion, causing Goku to sigh loudly. "Remorse? You know, when you feel guilty about something that you've done wrong?" Vegeta scoffed loudly, "When have I ever felt guilty about anything I've ever done?!" Admitting defeat, Goku took a large, angry bite out of the roasted duck leg that he was currently holding, concentrating on chewing and eating slowly.

As he was about to continue his enormous feast, Vegeta quickly caught sight of Chichi from over Goku's shoulder. She was currently stood at the far-side of the Dining Hall with another man, his back facing towards them who, that appeared to Vegeta, to have his attention solely focused on the woman's chest.

Not moving his gaze even the slightest, he kicked Goku hard in the leg, causing him and the food on the table to jump from the force. "OWWW! Vegeta! What on Earth!? I didn't kick you that hard!"

"Oh shut up and turn around!" Vegeta growled as Goku did what he was told, quickly looking over his shoulder, watching his wife for a few seconds before returning his gaze back to Vegeta. "...So?" He asked as Vegeta stared back at him exacerbated. "How dumb are you?! That man is clearly encroaching on your territory!" Now it was Goku's turn to be confused, staring at his friend open-mouthed. "He's touching your mate's boobs!"

"WHAT!" He cried angrily as he turned round once again for another look. "Y-You think so?!" He stammered as Vegeta shook his head. "Don't just sit there! Go over there and fight for your woman! Show him under no uncertain terms that her rack is your property!" Goku's mind was boggled, he had never been in this situation before or even imagined anything like this would ever happen.

"Well, wh-what do I do!?" He stammered as Vegeta swallowed down his food and leaned forward.

"I can't thank you enough!" Chichi smiled as she looked down at the top-half of her dress, the area which had once been stained heavily was now hardly noticeable and she could only hope that once washed thoroughly at home the stain would vanish completely. "No problem, Ma'am! It's something that happens a lot in our line of work, and the sooner it's seen to the less the damage."

The young waiter placed the used cloth and the bottle of unknown substance that he had used to remove the stain onto a nearby empty table. Just as he was about to turn back round to offer the lady a complimentary free drink he came face to face with her husband, who was currently looking at him with what appeared to be a mixture of ire and pain.

"Goku, what are you doing?!" Chichi murmured, still highly annoyed at him after almost ruining her dress. "M-May I help you, Sir?" The waiter stuttered as he felt Goku's stare burn into him. OK, Goku...Just like Vegeta told ya! He thought to himself as took in a short breath. "Don't play the 'goody two-shoes' act with me , er...Plate Boy!" He stammered, finding it quite hard to channel his inner Vegeta. "I saw what you were doing with my wife!"

The waiter gulped heavily and took a step back. "I...I swear! I was only helping her with a stain on her dress! It wasn't what it looked like!"

"I don't believe this! Goku, what on Earth has gotten into you?!" Chichi exclaimed as Goku pretended to ignore her and kept his gaze locked on the young man quivering in front of him. "Oh I know exactly what it looked like! You, er..." He took a break in the middle of his rant to stare blankly at the floor in thought, grinning for a split second when an idea popped into his head. "You can't get a girl of your own so you thought you could try and take mine?"

"I think you have the wrong idea, Sir!" The young man exclaimed as he shook his head and waved his hands wildly in defence. "Well, I think that you...er, have bad breath and a really stupid haircut!"

"GOKU!" That was the last straw for Chichi, unable to believe what was happening right in front of her. "I am so sorry!" She whispered to the confused Waiter before shooting her husband a scathing stare and stomping her way back to the table. It was at that point that Bulma re-emerged from the ladies room and joined Goku at his side.

"So, what did I miss?" She smiled as she looked to her left to take in the sight of the traumatised waiter. "Oh, Goku! You're not begging for scraps again are you?" She sighed as Goku ignored her, slowly shuffling his way back to his wife.

"I have never been so embarrassed in all my life!" Chichi growled through gritted teeth when she felt the presence of her Husband return to the table. "Well done, Kakarot! 'Bout time you proved you had some balls!" Vegeta grinned as he raised his glass in a form of salute. "I should have known you would be behind this!" She accused as Bulma and Goku watched from the sidelines. "Kakarot needed to show that boy that no-one messes with his woman!"

"He was helping to get the stain from my dress!" She exclaimed, before picking up her purse and storming from the room. "Chichi, wait!" Goku shouted as he followed straight after her. Vegeta smirked as he reached over the table to take the remaining pieces of the roast duck, but was stopped in his tracks by Bulma. Picking up her husband's chopsticks she rammed them forcefully into Vegeta's nostrils, forcing him to yelp loudly in pain as she pulled him towards her.

"No sex for a month!" She stated simply and directly to his face as she twisted the chopsticks 90 degrees before dropping them to the table, following her friends out the door. "...Damn you, Kakarot..." He sighed loudly as he too stood to his feet and left the room.

"Of all the people to get advice from, you choose that...angry dwarf!" Goku winced visibly at his wife's tone of voice. This is not how Vegeta described what her reaction would be after 'defending her honour'. "Chichi, I'm sorry! I saw what that guy was doing and...I suppose the angle was off cause it looked to us like he was doing something else and...I couldn't just stand by and let it happen. I thought I was protecting you, I don't want guys doing that to you!"

Inside, Chichi couldn't help but melt a little, but tried to keep her stoic expression to help put her point across. "What you did was moronic and pig-headed and...and embarrassing! I will never be able to show my face in there ever again!" Goku placed his hands into his trouser pockets and stared down sadly at his feet. It was at that moment that Chichi decided that he had been punished enough. Taking a couple of steps forward, she placed a chaste kiss to his forehead.

"Thank you." She whispered softly, causing Goku to raise his head and beam a wide smile at her. "But if you think you're getting away with it that easily you have another thing coming. I hope you enjoy sleeping on the couch cause that's where you're gonna be sleeping for the next week...with no conjugal visits!" With a naughty smirk Chichi turned her back to her shocked husband and swayed her way back to the car.

"Chichi! Come on!" He shouted. "What does conjugal even mean?!"