Chichi spun around in her new outfit, looking it over as she folded the dress she'd been wearing previously in order to set it neatly into the laundry hamper for the cleaning robots to deal with at a later date.
Despite the fact that it'd only been ordered four hours ago, the clothes fit her like a glove. It was a deep red mirror of Kakarot's own gi, and she loved it.
She found herself envying Tater and his family. While her father lived in a castle much, much larger and more opulent than this one, he'd only amassed his fortune through banditry. As such, people tended to fear going near the castle. Deliveries tended to get delayed, the decor was only rarely updated, usually by some new antique or something that the Ox King 'found' in the back of some poor traveler's car, and finding someone to tend a garden or repaint a wall meant using robots, which weren't cheap.
This house, on the other hand, didn't have any of those problems. A human gardener came twice a week, and Tater apparently had a really good relationship with a respected contractor down the street, who often did minor work on the mansion for free, in exchange for Tater using his strength to do an odd job or two for the guy in his free time.
Yes, Tater was also paid quite handsomely for those odd jobs. In fact, most of the villages in the general area tended to call Tater up on the regular and ask him to use his remarkable strength to do simple tasks for them in exchange for handsome payments.
Digging trenches and canals. Destroying concrete, breaking and fusing steel beams. The wind farm to the northeast apparently paid Tater a stipend every month so that he'd fly by and generate a strong, steady breeze for them during some of the less windy days.
Those things that only a superhuman could do. Easy things for a Saiyan on Tater's level. In exchange for a bit of a morning workout, he was paid more than enough money to sustain a family of Saiyans and a full mansion with robot staff.
Chichi was honestly in awe when Miss Cynthia had explained it all to her. His entire livelihood was just… being strong.
Maybe one day, Kakarot would become a provider like that for Chichi and their kids.
Kids… with Kakarot…
Chichi killed that line of thought before the steam could start leaking from her ears. That would be a long time away.
And honestly, if they were anything like that brat, Cynder, Chichi couldn't help but dread it a little.
No. Her kid wouldn't have a tongue that bad. Cynthia and Tater were a lot of things… including incredibly lax with their boy. She would never let her kid get away with talking about their elders and ignoring the rules like Cynder did. Calling his uncle a 'Stubborn, jerkface doodie' and his father a 'stupid head' just because nobody was willing to teach him, a two-year-old, how to fight, before blatantly blurting out 'I'm gonna go off to train on my own, then!'
He didn't get that far. His mother caught him. Currently, she was apparently giving him a bath because he smelled like he'd rolled in the seafood buffet.
To be fair, that wasn't far off. During the afterparty, seven Saiyans had sat at the same table. The food had started off piled high enough in the center of the table that, eventually, one of the table's legs cracked, and Cynder had gotten buried in a literal mountain of food.
Nobody had blinked.
It'd been a genuinely terrifying experience to watch. Chichi, who'd been subtly guided to a different table, halfway across the room, had actually felt the need to ask Miss Cynthia whether her son needed a rescue team or not.
There'd been three simultaneous snort-shrugs from three different sources in response to that question.
Around a minute later, the mountain of food had been completely gone, and Cynder was lying on the floor, blinking in confusion.
Naturally, he and Kakarot ended up having to go back to the buffet table for seconds.
Satisfied with her clothes, Chichi left her room to search for Kakarot. Since she couldn't sense ki the same way he could, she'd already made sure to ask him exactly which room he'd chosen. The one towards the end of the hall.
…Chichi really needed to learn that trick. Kakarot had tried to teach her over the last few months, but she'd eventually given up, deciding that it may have simply been impossible for a normal girl like her to learn.
Then, she'd seen Miss Cynthia, another 'normal' woman with a 'normal', 'human' power level, casually flying through the air as if physics didn't apply to her at all.
Actually, Chichi had a lot that she could learn from Miss Cynthia.
She smiled, just imagining how productive these next few months would be for her.
RUMMMBLE!
The rumbling came just as Chichi was bringing her hand up to knock on Kakarot's door to ask if he was decent yet. The shaking that accompanied it knocked her right off of her feet, causing her to, rather than knock gently on the door with her knuckle, slam into the door with her side and elbow, with enough force to make the wood shake. Without even looking, Chichi could instantly tell that she'd have a bruise there tomorrow.
As she nursed it, multiple doors flew open across the hall, simultaneously.
"Chichi!" Kakarot called, his eyes instantly being drawn to the girl's hurt elbow.
"Daddy!" Cynder had come out of the same room as his mother, and he looked rather worse for wear. Naked except for a pair of shorts that were clearly hastily put on, his face and shoulder were covered in soot marks, as if he'd been in the middle of an explosion.
"Cynder, Take your mother and get out of here, now." Tater ordered with an unmistakable air of fierceness that might've been determination… or fear.
"Daddy, that was-"
"I KNOW WHAT THAT WAS, CYNDER! TAKE YOUR MOTHER AND GO!" Tater roared at the protesting boy, loud enough that the child flinched.
Cynthia was calmer. "Tater…" That one single word seemed to carry dozens, maybe hundreds of different meanings for the couple. As the woman's hand found a resting place on the top of her son's head, Tater's expression softened noticeably.
"He's back, Cynthia." The older Saiyan declared, neither softly nor harshly.
"I know. Kill him this time."
Tater gave a feral grin, the panic fading from his face, replaced by confidence in himself, confidence granted by his wife's complete trust in his abilities, combined with a strength that had never truly been forced into submission by anyone except for his own family. "I will."