Renew Your Vows! - Chapter 1 - StardustHB (2023)

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It’s been around three months since Goku used the Super Spirit Bomb to defeat Majin Buu. Having finally settled into life as a family of four, the Son family have since bought a plot of land for them to be able to grow vegetables to sell.It was now late summer, the family had been beavering away for months to cultivate their crops and were finally ready to harvest their first batch.

Goku and Chichi were hard at work pulling out the rows of produce, while their sons were sat nearby studying, enjoying the remnants of warm weather before the days were to get colder. Goku had completed harvesting all of the carrots and could see that Chichi was getting tired and struggling to finish off the radishes.

“Chichi, you need a hand?” Goku asked, crouching next to his wife.

“Yeah, this one’s really stuck, can you help me out?” She replied.


Goku scooted behind her, and enveloped her with his arms, covering her hands with his. Chichi chuckled and looked back at him.

“Is this really the most efficient way?” She asked, with a flirty eyebrow raised.

“Nah, but this way I get to do this!”

He kissed her cheek, making her giggle, then he moved his mouth to her ear.

“Pull on three.” He whispered, tightening his grip on the radish stem.

“One…two…three!” The pair said as they yanked a wide, hunk of a radish out of the soil and fell back onto the ground.

Chichi now on top of her husband, dangled their trophy in front of him and laughed.

“We did it!” she exclaimed.

Goku chuckled back at her and slowly stroked her back.

“Thanks honey.” She said getting back up on her knees.

Goku tried to pull her back down, but she tactfully evaded his grasp and crawled away from him.

“Hey, where do you thinkyou’regoing…” He smirked.

“No! The boys are here! And we’ll never finish at this rate. Why don’t you go get the tiller ready.”

“Okay, you’re the boss!” He said as they both got on their feet.

Goku turned to go start their rotary tiller on the other side of the field, but he felt a tug on his scarf. He turned around, and Chichi held him by the nape of his neck and planted a tender kiss on his lips.

“You’re doing a great job Goku.” She said.


With Goku on his way to their machinery, Chichi continued her radish harvesting. The next few came out with ease, but she struggled with one of the remaining specimens. Goku had in the meantime switched on the machine and had begun loosening the soil on the other side of the field.

Chichi pulled and pulled, but it wouldn’t budge. She scolded her hands for how much they made her struggle to grip the plants. Then she looked at her ring. It was a family heirloom, one of the few things she’d been able to keep from her mother who had passed away. It was the perfect wedding band, and it had never left her finger since the day she married Goku, even when death had parted them. The ring was gold with an oval sapphire jewel, and two round white diamonds either side.

There were only a couple dozen radishes left, so she figured if she took it off quickly and finished off the work, there would be no harm done. Without a moment to admire how the ring twinkled in the soil, having removed it, Chichi was able to complete her task.

Seconds after wiping the post-harvest sweat off her forehead, Gohan called her.

“Mom?” Her eldest son said.

“Yeah?” She replied.

“Did you take the wanted to jail the cops of sorrow?” Gohan said.


Chichi was too far away and couldn’t make out what he was saying.

“I said, did you say you planted a hell of a lot of swallows?” Gohan cried.



“I can’t hear you! I’m coming closer!” Chichi said, walking over to her sons.

Goku dutifully continued tilling the soil, enabling them to get a jump on preparing for the next batch of crops. On approach, Chichi saw her sons deep with their noses in a large, hardback book.

“Mom, it says here in my book of Agricultural Policy and Regulations that to be able to sell your crops, you and dad are gonna need your Agricultural Trading Licence.” Gohan said.

“Really? Where?” Chichi said.

Gohan pointed out the paragraph in his book.

“Darn it! How long does it take?” She asked.

“Not too long, I just looked it up on my phone, and it says that they usually give it to you same day at City Hall.”

“Let me tell your father. Hey! Hey Goku, come here!” Chichi called out to her husband.

Goku stopped the machine and then teleported over to his family.

“Hey, what’s going on?” He said.

“Gohan says we need to go to City Hall tomorrow to get a licence to be able to sell our crops.” Chichi replied.

“Aww man, I thought we could just go to the market?”

“Nope, tomorrow we’re gonna have to go to Satan City and get it done first. By the time we finish up, it’ll probably be too late to sell anything.”

“Hey dad, can I drive the tiller thing?” Goten asked, tugging on his dad’s pant leg.

“Sure, when you finish, make sure you go back and do the whole field again to get the soil nice and loose!” Goku told his youngest.

“Yay, I love driving!” The boy cheered as he flew off and got into the machine.

The three elder family members watched as Goten started the vehicle, and then continued their conversation as he made tracks in the soil.

“So do we both have to go to this?” Goku asked.

“Yeah dad, it says here that they’ll need to verify your face against your ID.” Gohan replied.

Goku rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Goku…” His wife practically sang.


“…You’re gonna have to wear a suit!” Chichi grinned.

“Aww man!”

Chichi sidled up to him and started stroking his chest.

“They look great on you! So dashing, and handsome…” Chichi said, making her husband blush.

“But they’re so tight honey!”

“…I know.” His wife smirked; eyes half-lidded.

“Umm, maybe if I call Videl, she can pull some strings to get you guys seen faster?” Gohan said, quickly changing the subject.

“That would be great!” Goku said.

“I’ve finished the first round!” Goten cried from the field.

“Great job, buddy! Gohan, you want a turn?” Goku said.

“Sure!” Gohan said.

“No Gohan, we’re not finished yet! What else do we need? And you need to call Videl.” Chichi stopped him in his tracks.

“Okay…” he sighed.

“Hey Goten! Keep going!” Goku yelled.

“You got it dad!” The boy chimed and then continued driving the machine.

“Guess we’ll need to keep the veggies in storage then?” Chichi noted.

“Yup.” Goku agreed.

“All you need to bring is yourselves, your ID, and the deed to your land.”

Goku scratched his head, looking lost.

“I have all of those.” Chichi reassured.

“Okay, I’ll call Videl now.”

Gohan rang his girlfriend’s phone and she swiftly picked up. They had officially been together for two months, and he still got bashful talking to her.

“Hey Gohan!”She chirped.

“Hey Videl, how’s it going?”

“I’m good! Just finished all my homework, what’s up? How’s the harvest going?”

“It’s good…we’ve got everything, Goten’s just finishing off getting the land ready for the next batch.”

“That’s great!”

“Yeah…sorry to do this, but I have a favour to ask you…”

“Okay, shoot.”

“My parents need to get their Agricultural Trading Licences at Satan City Hall tomorrow, is there any way you or your father can do something so they can get an appointment?”

“Yeah sure, no problem! But…you have to do something for me in return Great Saiyaman…”

Videl spoke in her lower register, making Gohan hot and bothered. His parents snickered so he turned away from them.

“Okay, what do ya need?” He whispered.

“You have to come over to my place for a “study” date after summer school tomorrow…”

Gohan could picture her fingers making quotation marks through the phone.

“But I thought you said you’d finished your homework?” He replied.

“I have…”

Gohan gulped and his entire face rouged.

“…Sure…I-I’ll be there.” He said, sweating.

“Awesome! I’ll make the arrangements and text you their appointment time later tonight, see you tomorrow babe!”

“Okay, thanks…babe.” He whispered into the phone before hanging up.

“BaaaaAAAAaaabe!” His parents teased.

“You guys!” Gohan cringed at his hollering parents.

Finally the engine of the tiller had stopped, and Goten flew back towards his family.

“All done!” The seven-year-old announced.

“Great job buddy!” Goku said, lifting him up onto his shoulder.

“Well done everyone, we did it!” Chichi exclaimed.

The family cheered and Goten vaulted off his dad’s shoulder and somersaulted in the air. Chichi gave Goku a quick peck and rested her left hand on her husband’s chest, while he held it and stroked her fingers.

“Your hand feels different honey.” Goku said.

“What? What do you mean?” Chichi asked.

Then she looked down at her hand and saw that her ring finger was bare. She gasped.

“Oh no! My ring! I left it on the soil when I was finishing up!” Chichi cried.

“Yikes! Where did you leave it mom?” Gohan asked, concerned.

“Right…there…” Chichi pointed at the soil, but then it dawned on her, that with the way the ground had been tossed by the machinery, the ring could be absolutely anywhere. She looked back at her husband and her eyes began to sting. “It’s…gone!” she cried.

“Boys, we’ve gotta find it!” Goku declared.

“Right!” His sons replied.

“Let’s power up to Super Saiyan, it makes our vision clearer.” Goku said.

The three Son men transformed, and flew over to the plot of land, hovering over it and digging through the soil with their fingers. Chichi stood at the side hoping and praying they would find it, but the hope was in vain. Each in turn her three men returned, de-powered and empty handed. Her eyes welled up and she collapsed in her husband’s arms, drenching his shirt.

“I could fire a Kamehameha? That would get rid of the soil?” Goku suggested as he stroked the back of her head.

“Sure, but it would also get rid of the ring.” Gohan noted.

“And crater our land.” Chichi said into Goku’s pecs.

“…Is this my fault?” Goten asked hesitantly.

“No! No not at all!” Chichi said crouching in front of him, wiping away her tears, “I should never have left it, you did an amazing job sweetie, I’m proud of you.” She said, sniffing as she pulled her son into an embrace.

“Maybe we can get her another one, right dad?” Gohan said.

“Yeah, soon as we’ve sold the first batch of vegetables we’ll go to the store and buy you a new one Chichi.” Goku said.

“But I lovedthatring, it was one of the ways I kept my mother with me, even though I hardly knew her! It never left my finger for the last eighteen years!” She sobbed.

“But you still have the dress don’t you?” Goku asked.

“I haven’t been able to fit into that dress since I birthed your children! And besides, it’s not like I can wear it every day!”

“Please don’t cry honey…” Goku said.

“It was a symbol of our love for each other, and now it’s gone!” she sniffed.

“Don’t worry Chichi, I still love you.”

That just made her wail harder, burying her head in his chest.

Goku looked over at his sons.

“Boys, can you please put the crates in the big container? I’m gonna take your mother home.” He said, scooping her up into his arms.

“Wait!” His inconsolable wife said.

“Don’t worry, Gohan and Goten will take care of everything.” Her husband reassured.

“I know. Boys, please can you bring some of the crops home?” She sniffed, “I’m making carrot and radish soup for dinner…!” She howled.

“Sure, no problem mom.” Gohan said.

“Let’s go honey.” Goku said, then jetted off into the sky.


The next day, with Gohan at summer school and Goten at Trunks’ house, Goku had gotten into his tan suit with white shirt and struggled with his blue tie. Gohan’s “babe” had arranged for their appointment to be at 2 o’clock in the afternoon, so of course Chichi awakened her husband nice and early so that they wouldn’t be late. She was already dressed in her navy-blue sensible skirt suit with white blouse and had made breakfast. She made sure her man ate before getting changed so that he wouldn’t stain his outfit.

“Chichi!” She heard from her bedroom.

“Yeah honey?” she replied.

“Can you help me with this thing?”

She shook her head and laughed, and then made her way to her room, knowing she’d have to fix his tie. From the doorway, she smiled at how his muscles bulged out of his clothes, and how adorably confused his face was as he fiddled with the accessory.

“Here, I’ve got it.” She said, walking over to him and saving him from his tie hell.

“Are you feeling better Chichi?” Goku asked.

“Yeah, I am now…seeing you in that outfit...” She grinned, making him blush.

“I meant about your mother’s ring.” He continued, scratching the back of his head.

“Yeah I think I just needed to sleep it off…my father told me so many stories about her, I just hope I’m being as great a mother as she was.”

“Are you kidding me?! Our boys are so lucky to have you, and I am too…I know she’s proud of you out there in Otherworld.” Goku said before landing a kiss on her forehead.

“Please don’t make me cry again…” She said, trembling.

“Okay, okay I won’t!” He panicked, frantically trying to find something else to change the subject to. “That soup from yesterday was delicious!” He finally said.

“Thanks sweetheart, well there’s plenty left, you can have some more when we get back.”

“Aww but I’m hungry now!”

“You’re always hungry, and you just ate!” She said, tugging on his tie, practically strangling him.

She gasped when she saw him choke and loosened it. Goku took a deep breath and rubbed his neck. He could see that there was still a sadness in her eyes. Then he came up with an idea to cheer her up.

“I know, why don’t we watch that movie you like later, 69 Weddings?”

Chichi gasped.

“You mean59Weddings!” she exclaimed.

“Yeah that girly one with the weddings and the singing?” He said.

“That’s it! But you hate that movie!”

“Yeah, but I like you! And popcorn!”

“You’re so sweet…” she swooned.

Then Chichi gently pulled him down towards her with his now correctly done tie and kissed him. About to pull away, Goku wrapped his suit-caged arms around her waist and held her in place for just a little bit longer. When he finally released her lips, she giggled and wiped her lipstick off of his mouth.

“Let’s go.” She said, taking his hand and walking him to the door.


At Satan City Hall, Goku and Chichi arrived with a few minutes to spare before their appointment.

“Mr and Mrs. Son?” A gravelly, disinterested voice called out from the door of a small room.

“That’s us!” Chichi said, dragging her husband behind her.

In the cramped room there were two tiny chairs and in front of them, a desk with the sign Mr. B. O. Ring, with a small, balding man sat behind it. He was in a white button up t-shirt with blue stripes, that clashed with his tree bark brown pants. He looked down at the couple through his glasses as they struggled to make themselves comfortable with the chairs squished so close together. The ever-considerate Goku, put his arm around Chichi and let her nestle herself in his side, giving them more room as she looked up at him, beaming.

“It says here that you two are enquiring about two Agricultural Trading Licences.” The monotonous voice said.

“Yes, here are our papers.” Chichi said, handing Mr. Ring their ID cards and the deed to their land.

“Mr. Son Goku and a Mrs. Son Chichi. Let me check you out in the system.” Mr Ring said.

As he typed in Chichi’s details, the computer dinged, and he nodded in approval. Then when he checked out Goku’s information, he made a face at his screen and raised an inquisitive eyebrow at them.

“Is everything alright, sir?” Chichi asked.

“…It says here that you died more than seven years ago Mr. Son.” Mr. Ring said.

“I did, I came back to life three mo-.” Goku said innocently, before his wife clamped her hand over his mouth.

“What he means is, we didn’t get around to renewing his identification card!” Chichi said, sweating.

“According to our records, his date of death was May 26th, Age 767.”

Chichi panicked and looked up at Goku, whose mouth was still covered.

“…It’s not a problem Mrs. Son. We have processes in place for reinstating the lives of people brought back to life. It’s not an unusual occurrence.” He said matter-of-factly.

“Oh.” Chichi said, releasing Goku’s face and sighing a huge sigh of relief, “Can we please make another appointment to get that done?” She asked.

“I can do it here right now.”


“I’ll just click a few buttons here…and there…method of revival?”

“Oh, I was given the life force of an ancient Kai.” Goku said.

The man stared at him and rolled his eyes.

“Whatever will they make up next…You two are married?”

“Mmm hmm.” Chichi said, smiling at her husband and interlocking their fingers. “Ooh will we have to come in and register as married at City Hall again? We can get dressed up and I can prepare us a wedding picnic! That would be so romantic…” Chichi said excitedly to Goku.

“No. I’ve reinstated the licence. I’ll put it together with your husband’s new identification papers and your trading licences. Since the city rebranded to Satan City, a lot of bureaucratic processes have been disregarded.” B. O. Ring droned.

“Oh.” Chichi said, visibly disappointed.

Goku noticed how her expression changed, but before he could speak, Mr. Ring had gotten out of his seat and headed to his printer. He handed the couple a piece of paper.

“That will be all, your documents will be ready in 10 minutes and the number at the top of the sheet will be called out. You can collect it from my colleague’s desk.” Mr. Ring explained.

“So that’s it? We can sell our crops, Goku’s back to life and we’re just, married now? Just like that?” Chichi asked.

“Yes. Have a good day.”

“…Okay.” She said and followed her husband outside.

About 10 minutes later, Chichi collected their documents and grabbed hold of Goku as he walked them to a nearby alley for them to blast off from unnoticed. Once in the air, Chichi remembered her wedding day, and how excited she was embarking on her new life with her young husband. It was an extravagant celebration, with lots of food and dancing and her entire village came out to celebrate with them. It was a far cry from the few unceremonious button clicks from the ironically named Mr. Ring. Then his name also reminded her of her souvenir heirloom from that day that she was now missing. Goku could see her staring off into the distance, clearly unhappy. He nudged her cheek with his nose to get her attention.

“You okay honey?”

“Huh? Yeah, I’m fine.” She fibbed. “Good thing we have these papers now, we’ll be able to start bringing some real money in!” She said changing the subject.

“Yeah, especially knowing how good our crops taste!” Goku grinned.

“Ooh I know! Maybe I’ll bring some soup samples with me to the market tomorrow?”

“Aww babe! Please don’t, I wanna finish it now!” He whined.

Chichi cackled at him and shook her head. Goku smiled at her with his kind eyes and kissed her cheek.

“Hey, eyes on the sky!” she cried, turning his face back forward.


Later that night, after the family had had dinner and Goten had gone to bed, Gohan set up the movie ‘59 Weddings’ on their TV while his parents, dressed down in their ordinary clothes, settled into the couch. There were four large bowls of popcorn in front of them. One sweet for Chichi, and three salty for Goku.

“Alright, just press play when you’re ready, I have some studying to do then I’ll hit the hay.” Their 17-year-old son said.

“I thought you’d already studied at Videl’s house, hmmm son…?” Chichi teased.

Gohan’s face glowed red as he laughed nervously.He quickly made himself scarce as his parents shared knowing looks with each other.

Chichi started the movie and then made herself comfortable with her bowl of popcorn, curled up next to Goku.

“Thanks for watching this with me.” She said.

“Hmm?” Goku said, interrupted from his salty snack guzzling.

Chichi snorted, seeing him with his jaw doubled in size, full of popcorn. He looked like a squirrel storing nuts for the winter. She kissed his popcorn-impressed cheek, and he swallowed with one huge gulp.

“Don’t choke!” She giggled.

Goku eyed her, then raised a challenging eyebrow and moved their bowls back on the table before mounting her.

“I could say the same thing to you…” He sneered.

He brought his face closer to hers and was seconds away from making contact with her lips before she shoved him back on to the couch and cried:
“My favourite part is starting!”

Goku sank into the couch, defeated, and continued devouring his popcorn.

Chichi quoted almost every line perfectly, when she wasn’t chomping on snacks or prodding Goku to see if he was still awake. At a point she’d stopped checking, as she noticed that his three bowls were empty and could hear him snoring behind her. She rested her head on his slowly heaving chest and enjoyed the rest of her movie, trying to whisper the lines quietly so as to not wake him up. But once they got to the karaoke part, she couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Come on I’ll give you rooooomaaaanceee, come on I’ll give you paradiiiiiseee!” She belted, waking up Goku.

“What the?” He said, disturbed from his sleep.

“I’m sorry honey, I love this song!”

Then she hoisted herself up to her feet and bounced on the couch singing off-key into the remote:

“Make your dreams come trueeeeee you see fantasy, magic can happen to youuuuuuuuu!”

In her passionate rendition of the song, she miss-stepped and fell back.

“Whooooooaaaa!” She cried.

Fortunately, she was caught by her husband’s strong arms.

“Gotcha!” He said.

“Yeah…you’ve got me…” she giggled, caressing his cheek.

Goku leaned forward, about to collect his reward, but his wife sprung out of his grip to finish off the third act of the film.

As the camera finally panned out on the bride and her 59 bridesmaids, Chichi wiped her eyes on her sleeve as she sniffed. Goku who had again fallen asleep, awoke as if he had a radar picking up when she was getting emotional.

“Chichi, what’s wrong? I thought the movie was supposed to make you happy?” He said.

“I am happy! It’s just so beautiful! She thought no one would come to her wedding, and everybody was there! And her mother was so supportive…And the ring…was…so perfect…” her words trailed off as she looked at her empty hand.

Seeing this, Goku switched off the TV. He took her hand and gently kissed each of her fingers.

“It’s okay Chichi, we’re gonna sell our vegetables tomorrow and we’ll get you a new one.” He reassured, still holding her hand.

“Okay…actually, I’ll take Goten with me to the market tomorrow, you can go to our land and plough the field so we can start planting some seeds the day after.”

“Hmm…and what if I wanna ploughyour fieldandplant some seedstonight?” He sneered, pulling her into his lap and then covering her neck with his lips.

“N-No…” She sighed, “…Not tonight honey…I think I just wanna go to bed…” she said lifting his head up.

“Well if it’s bed you want…”

“To sleep! I’m tired...”

She gave him a swift peck and then picked up their popcorn bowls and dropped them in the sink.

“But Chichi-ˮ

“Goku, It’s been a long day and we both have a lot of work to do tomorrow.”

“Okay…did you at least enjoy your movie?” He asked as he followed her to their bedroom.

“It was wonderful honey, thanks for suggesting it. It’s just a little sad when your favourite movie’s a wedding flick and you’ve just lost your wedding ring…”

“Oh, I’m sorry…”

“No don’t be, I had fun! I love you.” She said, having turned to face him.

“I love you too Chichi.”

He picked her up and kissed her, squeezing her waist until she was the first to pull away.

“I’m gonna stop you right there before you make me re-think that ‘ploughing the fields’ thing…” She chuckled.

Goku snickered and leaned forward, but she stuck her hand in front of his mouth.

“I’m serious!” she exclaimed.

He kissed her palm and they both giggled. Then he followed his wife to their bathroom as they prepared to sleep.


The next day, Goku dutifully did as asked, and rode his tractor over their soil, ploughing the field in preparation for their next session of seed sowing. It was a relatively slow day; the sun was shining and there was a calm summer breeze tickling his skin. Unsurprisingly, the gentle motion of the tractor lulled him to sleep.

As he snored and instinctively turned the wheel with his feet, he’d actually gotten most of the field done until he was woken up by a “CLUNK” causing the tractor to vault through the air. He jumped out of the vehicle before it landed belly up in the soil and revved, it’s wheels twitching like a cockroach that had just been sprayed.

When the tractor eventually stopped, Goku flew down to inspect it. He put it back right side up, and kicked it hoping to jumpstart it, but he forgot his own strength and just made a dent in it. He muttered an expletive under his breath and sighed. Recognising that he knew absolutely nothing about machines, he picked up the tractor, locked on to Vegeta’s ki and decided to transmission to his house, in the hopes that Bulma would be around to help him fix it.

He swiftly materialised on the Capsule Corp terrace and ran into Bulma, startling her with his machinery.

“Goku! What the hell are you doing here? You can’t just show up here unannounced!” Bulma yelled.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” He cried.

“You should have called!”

“I was out in the field and Chichi doesn’t let me have a phone because she thinks I’ll break it; I don’t even really know how to use those things anyway.”

Bulma let out an exasperated sigh, but then Vegeta flew in.

“Kakarot what the hell are you doing here? You can’t just show up here unannounced!” He yelled, clutching Goku’s shirt.

“I know! Bulma just said the same thing!” Goku said, sweating.

“Down, Vegeta.” Bulma said, pulling her husband off his rival. “Guessing that you want me to take a look at your tractor then?”

“Yeah, I think it’s busted.” Goku replied.

“Okay…and it’s definitely nothing to do with that Goku’s boot shaped dent over there…?” Bulma asked.

“No I did that after! It was a mistake! It just flipped over when I was riding it in our field.”

“Oh that’s right! Chichi said you guys were harvesting about now, how’s that going?”

“This conversation is boring; I’m going to my gravity room.” Vegeta said, sauntering off.

“Well, we did the first batch, and Chichi’s at the market right now selling it!”

“Great job! You actually accomplished something without using your fists!” Bulma teased.
“Ha. Ha. Anyway, can you please take a look at my tractor? Chichi’s gonna kill me if she finds out I broke it!”

“Ok, bring it down to my garage.”

“Thanks Bulma, need a lift there too?”

“Yeah.” Bulma said stretching out her arm for Goku to take it.

Goku picked up both the tractor and his long-time friend and flew them down to the Capsule Corp garage. Once there, Bulma tried starting the machine, and once she saw that it gave no dice, she popped open the hood and rummaged around.

“So, do you have any idea why it flipped over?” She questioned.

“Nuh uh, not really.”

“Were you sleeping and driving again?”

“Will you stop looking at it if I say yes?”

“Goku, I don’t know how Chichi puts up with you!”

“Beats me too!” He chuckled scratching the back of his head.

“How are you guys doing anyway?”

“It’s great! Four is even better than three! Goten is such a fun kid.”

“He’s a real chip off the old block! Chichi did say it was a little hard in the beginning because he reminded her so much of you.”

“She did? She never told me that…”

“I think she’s just happy you’re back. Oop! Found the issue!” Bulma said, then grabbed a wrench and began cranking it in the tractor’s mechanism.

“She’s actually been a little sad lately, because she lost her ring when we were out in the field.”

“Wait, do you mean…this ring?” Bulma said, holding out Chichi’s wedding band, plucked out of the tractor.

“Yeah that’s the one! Bulma you’re the best!” He cried, hugging her, and lifting her off the ground.

“Kakarot…” Vegeta growled.

In the midst of their conversation, Bulma and Goku hadn’t noticed that Vegeta had secretly followed them to the garage.

“Vegeta relax! Weren’t you training?” Bulma said as Goku set her down.

“I got…bored.” He mumbled.

“Bored, yeah right, you just wanted to see what your boyfriend’s doing!” Bulma teased.

“Tch! He is not my boyfriend!” He barked. “If anything you’re my girlfriend.” He said rolling his eyes.

“Excuse me?! That’s wife to you!” She said as she slunk over to him, and sneak attacked him with a cheek kiss. “…And don’t. You. Forget it.” she whispered in his ear that burned as red as his face. “Now you can stay here but behave!”

“…Umm Bulma, can I have Chichi’s ring back now?” Goku asked, sheepishly.

“Of course! Wow it sure is pretty!” she said, handing it over to him.

“Yeah, it sure means a lot to her too. I think not having it made her extra sad when we went and got our marriage papers re-done yesterday.”

“Wait a minute, you onlyjustdid your licence?! You’ve been revived for months! Next you’re gonna tell me that you guys haven’t…’ya know’ yet.”

“Are you kidding me?! We did that the day I got back!”

“Thank goodness, because Chichi definitely needed to getlaid.”

“So vulgar…” Vegeta grumbled from his corner.
“You love it!” His wife retorted.

Goku twiddled the delicate ring in his hand and smiled, picturing it on his wife’s finger.

“Maybe I should get down on one knee when I give it back to her,” Goku joked. “Like in that movie she likes.”

“You mean 59 Weddings?! I love that movie! ‘Come on I’ll give you romaaaaaaanceeee-̕ ˮ.

“Okay okay I heard enough of that yesterday!” Goku said cutting her off. “Shame you only get married once; Chichi would probably love it if we had another wedding…” He mused.

Bulma dropped her wrench and it hit the floor with a loud bang, making the Saiyans flinch.

“Hold the phone! You don’t only have to get married once!” She said.

“You don’t?” Goku asked.

“No way, my mom is my father’s second wife! He had a really nasty divorce from his first.”

“Oh, but I don’t wanna marry anyone else? I already married the perfect girl the first time.”

“Aww!” Bulma said clasping her hand on her chest.

Vegeta scoffed.

“But you guyscanget married again, you know that right?” Bulma said.

“What do you mean?” Goku asked.

“Married couples do vow renewals all the time!”

“Vow renewal?”

“Kakarot do you seriously not know anything?” Vegeta chimed in.

“Yeah! It’s basically just another ceremony where people re-dedicate their lives to each other and have a huge party with all their friends and family! Some people do it for their anniversary – very romantic.” Bulma explained.

“So it would be another wedding, but I’d get to marry Chichi again?


“And would there be food?”

“Of course! And cake!”

“Cake?! Hmm…Well it would cheer her up…”

“Yes…” Bulma said inching closer to him, about to burst with excitement.

“Maybe I should ask her-”

“Do it! It’ll be so much fun!”

“I dunno, we’re kinda busy with the farm…”

“Leave it all to me! We can have it right here! I’ll plan the whole thing!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! Please let me do this! It’ll be a great reason to bring everyone together again! And I still haven’t forgiven you for getting married the first time without us being there!”

“Hey that wasn’t my fault!”

“Whatever! Look, you have the ring, you wanted to do it, I’ll just be the one to make it happen! Things have gone a little quiet since the world martial arts tournament so this will be a fun project! And…I’ll even throw in a great honeymoon!”

“You’d really do all that for us?”

“Absolutely! You’re both some of my oldest friends and I know how much you two have been through. Coming back to life after seven years is more than enough reason to renew your vows!”

Goku thought for a minute as he stared at Bulma, then looked at Vegeta who rolled his eyes and looked away. Then he looked at the ring in his hands, and remembered how his wife wept in his arms when she lost it, and her expression at the end of their appointment, and how happy she was watching her movie yesterday. He clutched the ring in a fist, careful not to break it, and smiled at Bulma determinedly.

“Alright, you’re on, let’s do it!” He said.

“Amazing!” She said pulling her friend into a hug. “Isn’t this exciting Vegeta?!”

“Whatever…” Vegeta said, slinking off.

“Don’t worry about him, he’s just heartbroken at having to watch his boyfriend marry another woman!” Bulma joked.

“I heard that!” His grouchy voice sounded from outside.

“You won’t regret it!” She said back to Goku, “We’ll do it in a month so it’s still warm enough. Now all you have to do is get your “perfect girl” to say yes to you again!”

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