Martial Arts Training

One thing you had sort of forgotten about Chi-Chi from the source material was that she was also a martial artist before settling down with Goku. Sure she wasn’t able to even touch him when they fought in the 23rd World Martial Tournament, but that still put her far above any normal human martial artist. Hell, she trained Goten in the basics of fighting so you know she couldn’t have slacked off too much. It made sense in hindsight. Someone would have to be a superhuman to wrangle a rambunctious kid like him.

You had been reminded of this interesting little fact when you had come home from work one evening to find her practicing her techniques in the backyard. She was dressed in the same outfit she wore in the 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament. You could barely follow her movements, but what you could see was like watching art in motion. It was absolutely breathtaking. You had never really practiced martial arts yourself aside from copying what you saw in old kung-fu movies as a kid, but even you could see the mark of a true master.

Chi-Chi was so focused on her training that she didn’t even realize you were there until she nearly kicked you in the face. She couldn’t stop apologizing after that, no matter how many times you said you forgave her. Although you did get a REALLY good blowjob that night.

However, that’s when you got an idea. You didn’t want to pay for a gym membership but you DID really want to stay in shape. So you asked her to train you.

That was a bad idea given she nearly killed you on the first day. Real humans weren’t made for the crazy stuff that Dragon Ball characters could withstand. Then you specified you just wanted to get fit, not seriously practice martial arts. So she adjusted her workout plan and now it was much more reasonable.

Ever since then, Saturday became Training Day.

You and Chi-Chi got dressed. Her in a blue cheongsam with red pants, armbands, and shoes. Topping it off with white socks and a red sash.

You on the other hand were in a stereotypical white gi with a black t-shirt underneath the jacket, tied with a white belt. Originally you were just going to wear a t-shirt and gym shorts, but she insisted that you get a proper martial arts uniform. So you got the cheapest one you could afford.

The two of you headed to the backyard and walked away from each other until you were about 7 feet apart, before turning back to face one another and bowing.