The Great Saiyaman

     “Do you think you could handle a chore or two while I train a bit? I promise, I’ll time myself and everything! I just want to sneak in an hour.” Or however long he can get away with.

That sounded like the beautiful music of opportunity. “Gohan!” Goku flips himself off the tractor, now settling on top of it. “Actually, do you think you could do me a huge favor? One that we won’t tell your mom?”

@isuckatbaseball

One of the last people Kale had hoped to encounter during her and Caulifla’s little Universe 7 escapade was Son Goku, which then extended to his eldest son, Gohan, by association. The two saiyanesses decided to visit the twin universe on a whim, and, being the troublemakers they were by nature, they were being less than polite guests…

Well, mainly Caulifla. The punk was off doing Champa-knows-what, while Kale ended up wandering off before sneaking into a certain someone’s home after realizing just how hungry she was. His fridge had a promising array of snacks that the timid saiyan gladly helped herself to, and it wasn’t until she heard someone else enter the kitchen that she panicked, ending up looking straight into the eyes of Gohan as he stood a considerable distance from her. Mouth still stuffed, arms holding more food than necessary…

Talk about an awkward meeting.

“I was, um… j-just leaving!” she exclaimed after thickly swallowing a piece of meat, the fridge door still wide open. Did she even have the decency to put the food away? Nope.

He heard the rattling in his kitchen from his study. At first he paid it no mind, figuring it was Videl either fixing something for herself or getting some of the refrigerated formula stock for Pan, but the rattling continued. It sounded less like a lunch was being prepared and more like the refrigerator and pantry were being raided. Sighing, he’d begun to regret giving his younger brother a key to the house. He lifted the notes he was going over and continued reading them as he approached the door, ready to let his brother have it for the third time this week about his kitchen.

He certainly wasn’t expecting to see one of the Saiyan warriors from Universe 6 standing with a ham shank in her mouth and an amount of food that even gave Gohan pause. Then the other shoe dropped, and the intellectual son of Goku began to piece things together mentally.

oh god its this nerd again (jk ilu)

It had been some time since he’d seen the half-Saiyan son of Vegeta, and even longer since he’d seen the one who’d come from a not-so-far flung future. He grinned and offered the young man a wave.

fuck ur alive again

"Hey, dork knight. I'm a super hero too. Ever heard of Sailor Jupiter?"

“Buu happy Gohan is alright!”