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“I think a vacation is needed.” Bulma dropped into her seat. She covered her face, tired from three all-nighters in a row. The five-hour rest she had didn’t help at all, at best it made her drowsy.
“I told you to stay home, in fact, everyone did,” Chichi poured some tea for her.
“I can’t just leave a party I organized.”
“Actually, you can.” Chichi gave her a look. Bulma sighed and drank her tea.
“Hey, guys!” Krillin waves.
“Another late night?” Eighteen asked.
Chichi nods, “As usual, hello Krillin, Goku is over there.” she points behind her. Saying thank you Krillin made sure Eighteen was alright before dashin' off. “Boys,” she watched him jump into the frail of fighting husbands, friends, and kids. The only ones at the table were herself, Bulma, Eighteen, Piccolo, Seventeen, and Tien.
“Why didn’t you stay home?” Tien asked, stuffing a biscuit in his mouth.
“Because I can’t leave a party I organized,” she stressed.
Eighteen grabbed the tea Chichi passed off, “You can actually.”
Chichi look pointedly at her wife, Bulma rolled her eyes. “This is a celebration for you, at least act like you're on my side,” she side-eyes Eighteen who smirks.
Chichi smiles. Leaning back, she calls out to Eighteen, “How's your morning sickness?”
“Like shit.” she deadpanned.
Bulma snorted, “I have some herbs that’ll get rid of it completely. It’s pretty strong though,” she reaches into her bag, rummaging around.
“Any craving? When I had Goten I always made sure to keep stocks of crabs,”
“I’ve been eating chalk lately, I blame Seventeen.”
“Oh?” Chichi then turns to the brother.
“I heard chalk craving was a common occurs and figured I’d get her some ahead of time.” Seventeen shrugged. “I was right.”
“Ah, here!” Bulma drops a medium-sized box in the blonde's hand. “Just call me before you make it so I can make sure you use the right amount.”
“Thank you,”
Bulma yawned, she couldn’t wait to get home and sleep. She deserves a back massage and breakfast in bed from her most reluctant husband and cuddles in the bed with her wife and guppy husband. And if the gods are nice they’ll make sure her sons don’t break anything in her absence. Better yet, she’d rather they break something than someone. The latter needs more intervention.
“Hey, Bulma, what happened to your wedding ring? Shit, did you and Vegeta divorce?” he shifted in his seat.
Now Bulma was confused. “I didn’t divorce Vegeta. I remarried,”
Chichi sipped her tea, peering over the glass.
“What? I’m not understanding?”
“I’m married to all three,” she says slowly, looking around the table. From the corner of her eye, Bulma sees Piccolo stumbling. “You didn’t know?”
“Three who!!”
Flabbergasted, Bulma sat back. “Goku, Vegeta, and Chi.”
Everyone gapped. Well, it was more of blank stares from the siblings.
“Huh,” she supposed they weren’t as obvious as they thought.
Chichi giggles.
“Maybe we need to reconsider doing a wedding after all,” Bulma pokes Chichi.
“I was never against one,”
“We’ll have to convince Vegeta.”
Tien just murmurs, “Uh, congratulations?”
Chichi glistened, “Thank you,” the conversation was interrupted by a high-pitched shriek of pain coming from behind her. Immediately she stood and stomped over to the field. “WHO’S HURT AND WHICH ONE OF YOU DID IT?”