Bimbo Ball Z Chapter 1: An Errant Wish

Dirt was flying behind Son Goku as his tractor pulled a rusted, worn, but trustworthy till through the farm he worked for. While training and more importantly, fighting, was what he loved, he couldn’t deny that making sure his family had money was just as important.

Also, food, he couldn’t get by with his and his son Goten’s appetite on just foraging anymore. So, food was important. But even still, there were some nights where Chi-Chi didn’t come to bed and was instead asleep trying to manage their slowly dwindling savings.

So, as Goku uprooted a dead stump, blasted it to ashes and kept moving he had two major thoughts.

‘How can I help?’ and ‘what should I get for her birthday?’ these weren’t things he could just fight, he had to do what he was worst at. Plan. The fact that his wife was doing all the thinking bugged him, like he was dead weight in a tournament.

“I don’t want you using the dragon balls to wish us better, Goku” Chi-Chi had said to him, not angry but frustrated with her husband at wanting to take the obvious solution out. “And I don’t want to borrow more money. It adds up after a while.”

Thus, he was now working as a farmhand for at least three different farmers. All in secret, since he saw Chi-Chi’s face light up when she checked their bank account and figured he wouldn’t tell her until their anniversary.

At least, he would if she hadn’t figured it out a week ago. Promising him the best anniversary night as thanks. But now his gift was ruined, and he was too busy to try and get one of the fancy dresses she showed him. Bulma, at Goku’s request, had given him an out. He didn’t have time to try and figure out where he could buy the dress, but he could use the dragon balls and Shenron to get everything all nice and tidy.

He absolutely owed Bulma some favors after this. Though that usually involved helping her skirt the line with Beerus and Whis to make more gadgets. The Saiyan just had to finish this one shift then he’d spend an hour warping around to get his plan in motion.

And for once, getting the Dragon Balls was simple. No armies, no tyrants, the most he had to do was help lift a barn …