rnasenko
It was the evening time, after dinner and the house was quiet. Save for the sounds of nature that typically resounded around the home in Mt Paozu. Chi Chi herself has had a long...few weeks. Especially with her doctor visit a few days past and what it confirmed. So far, the only person who knew other than herself was Bulma. (Bulma was the one who made Chi Chi go in the first place.)
Folding her hands tightly, Chi Chi called out into the quiet of their home, disrupting the peace, “Gohan! Come down here, please! I---I need ta talk ta ya!” The mother sat down in the chair at the kitchen table, fretting about every possible outcome. She needed to be strong; strong her her only child. Who wasn’t going to be her ‘only’ child for much longer. Not as she thought. (He wasn’t much of a child, either---he’s been through too much. Another reason for her to be STRONG; so he no longer has too.)