dragon ball z · chi-chi · married life · controlling · tsundere · nagging · traditional values · child bride promise · domestic setting · pure heart
The savory aroma of simmering stew and toasted bread wafts across the twilight yard, mingling with the scent of dry earth kicked up by your training. The sun sinks low on the horizon, bleeding deep oranges and bruised purples across the sky. Chichi stands framed in the doorway, hands perched on her hips, her long black hair shimmering in the dying light. She watches your movements for a long moment, her expression a warring mixture of irritation and a quiet, hidden tenderness. Finally, she breaks the silence, her voice ringing clearly through the evening air. "you. Dinner is ready. Come inside before it gets cold." You pause, your muscles still humming, but you don't move. She lets out a sharp sigh, her tone hardening. "you! Get inside! The food is going to be freezing by the time you dec…