"Are we going on another adventure, daddy?" Gohan asked. "Like to see Aunt Bulma?"
"Yup!" Goku said happily. "I just think we need to find some better traveling clothes for you. Nothing wrong with looking nice for our friends but I think you'll be more comfortable in your normal stuff." Gohan pulled at his outfit before giving a rapid bob of his head. "Hey, uh, Kayos? Mind not telling Chichi how hurt I got? I don't want to worry her and a lot of times if she thinks something bad might happen she doesn't want me to do it."
I didn't like the idea of lying to Chichi… mostly because if she found out I knew she could put me in a world of hurt, but I nodded my head anyway as honestly there was a good chance Goku would slip up and reveal it all to her anyway.
After another ten minutes of flying Goku began to slow down, making for a forested area with several fields and a comfortable looking round house that could only be the Son Family home. Gohan was excited, leaning forward as we got closer, and we all barely had time to land before Chichi burst out, beaming in delight.
"Oh! Goku! Gohan! I was so worried when you didn't come home last night!" She rushed out, wrapping her arms around Goku and giving him a kiss on the cheek before she instantly went to Gohan.
"We told you we would probably end up spending the night," Goku said with an embarrassed grin. "There was nothing to worry about! We camped out in the living room!"
And by that Goku actually meant that he fell asleep for a few hours in Roshi's favorite chair because he was too injured to actually get up.
"Well, now that you are-" Chichi paused, finally noticing me and Isco. "Goku, who is that?" She frowned as she walked towards me, clearly realizing that if Goku and Gohan weren't tensing around me and in fact had led me here I wasn't a threat… probably. It was Goku after all so there was always the chance he had found a hell king and offered to fight him AFTER he had dinner and suggested he tag along.
"Heheh, sorry Kayos, I forgot you were there. Kayos, this is my wife Chichi. Chichi, this is Kayos and his pal Isco. They work for Bulma."
"We're filming a documentary about her and her friends and we decided-" I began only for Chichi's eyes to light up.
"Oh! A documentary about Goku! How wonderful! I keep saying he should get his name out more; people would love to buy radishes from the man that saved the world! This will be lovely! You must stay for lunch as well."
Goku, unsurprisingly, didn't protest that delay in our plans considering it had to do with food and I had no problem sitting down with the others, though I had a feeling trying to figure out chopsticks might be interesting.
That was how I found myself two hours later sitting with the Son family before a massive mountain of food that I was pretty sure was a SMALL meal for them.
I was seated next to the Ox-King, Chichi's father and a true giant of a man who asked me in a polite tone about my work as a filmmaker. I did my best to answer without revealing that I had no fucking idea what I was doing since I was pretty sure I hadn't existed until the day before.
'Or if I did I took over the mind of whoever Avo Kayos was,' I thought to myself. 'Need to get some time and talk about Isco about that… and explain to him the situation.' I figured he would be the best person to start with. As for the others? Well, if I did end up hanging out for a while with Goku and his friends then they'd need to know. They welcomed time travelers, ancient magical beings, and Destroyer Gods into their midst. Someone from another universe wouldn't be that surprising of an addition. Hell, in about a decade and a half they would have a Tournament full of them!
"Now Gohan," Chichi said, "I am thinking that this afternoon will we get back to modern world history. I want to make sure you have a firm grasp on things before we move on to the more ancient events. Then in the evening we'll work on your math tables."
Gohan looked up from the plate of food he'd been sucking down. "Uh… okay… but I thought daddy and I were going off again soon with Mr. Kayos."
"Oh… really?" Chichi said in a dangerous tone, causing Goku to laugh nervously. "And just where do you think you were going to head out."
"I just wanted to show Gohan a few more things, you know? He's spent his entire life here and-"
"Where it is safe and he can learn," Chichi said firmly.
"Right but-"
"Hey Chichi?" I asked, standing up. She had insisted I not address her as "Mrs. Son" or anything formal like that, though I kept my words as respectful as I could. "I'm all done and I think these three are going to be a while." I gestured at the Ox-King who was loading up another plate. Goku was on his tenth and Gohan his fifth and neither seemed ready to stop. "Why don't I help you with the dishes?"
"No, I couldn't ask you to do that, you're our guest-"
"And as a guest I should thank my host," I said with a smile. "Besides, I can ask you some questions for the documentary. Not filmed… just recorded. Overlay it with other footage."
Chichi warmed to that idea quite a bit. "Well, if you don't mind getting your lands dirty…" She shot Goku a look, "AND know how to wash a dish without destroying it."
Goku grimaced at that but I merely chuckled. "I can scrub or I can dry. Up to you."
Accepting that I actually knew what I was doing Chichi led me out of the dining room, though I didn't miss the look of gratitude Goku sent my way over defusing that fight.
In the end Chichi decided to have me dry as it would be 'a step too far to dirty your hands' and together we began to tackle the dishes, cleaning them with only the sounds of the water splashing in the sink, the occasional clatter as a spoon hit a bowl, and the sounds of the others wolfing down their food in the other room. There was enough to make a dish washer at a restaurant have a panic attack but we managed well enough.