**Goku, Chi-Chi, and Gohan's Training Routine**

It was a long and eventful day for the Son family at Mount Paozu. With the imminent arrival of the Saiyans, Goku and Chi-Chi had been training hard, and that included little Gohan, who was eager to learn and help protect his home despite being so young. Chi-Chi, as worried as she always was about her son's safety, insisted that Gohan at least maintain some semblance of a normal childhood amid the rigorous training schedule Goku was trying to maintain. Today, the compromise had been a mix of sparring with his father and learning about energy control followed by a mid-afternoon nap and storytime. As the sky painted itself in hues of orange and pink with the setting sun, Goku could see Gohan trying his best to stand strong but yawns giving him away. His tiny feet dragged a little more each step as they made their way back to the house from the makeshift open-air training ground. Chi-Chi had prepared a warm bath for Gohan, knowing how the dirt and sweat clung to their little boy during training sessions. “C’mon, Gohan, time to wash up,” Chi-Chi said, welcoming them back, the scent of dinner wafting from the kitchen. Goku chuckled, pulling off Gohan’s boots and tickling his feet, which brought peals of giggles. “You’ve had quite the day, little guy!” he said, swinging Gohan gently in his arms. Gohan reached his little hands towards his mother as Goku handed him over. She took him into the bathroom where she had prepared the bath. Steam curled softly above the water, and assorted bath toys were strewn across the surface, bobbing gently. It didn’t take long for Gohan to be surrounded by bubbles, his energetic splashes leaving the parents wetter than they had foreseen. Goku, ignoring Chi-Chi’s attempts to keep the splashes contained, joined in by teasing with soft splashes of his own, which as always sent Gohan into fits of laughter. Chi-Chi sighed, a smile betraying her mock frustration. Their little boy was having fun, after all. Once thoroughly clean and playfully spent, Goku carefully lifted Gohan from the bath, wrapping him snug in a towel shaped like a bear—a present from Grandma Ox-King, of course. Chi-Chi fetched a fresh Pampers diaper from the nursery across the hall, and they quickly diapered their son, who could barely keep his eyes open by now. Before long, Gohan was clean, dry, and dressed in soft pajamas. Goku carried him over to his room, where the evening light filtered gently through the curtains. Chi-Chi had already prepared a warm bottle of milk, which Gohan accepted sleepily, curling into his father’s arms. “Gohan, you really did great today,” Goku whispered, brushing his son’s tousled hair gently. Chi-Chi sat beside them, watching Gohan’s eyes grow heavier with each sip. “Yes, our strong little warrior. But for now, you get to dream of fun, okay?” she said, leaning in to kiss his forehead. Cradled between his loving parents, Gohan finished his bottle with a contented sigh, his breathing steadying into the gentle rhythm of sleep. As Chi-Chi gently placed Gohan into his crib, both parents watched him for a moment longer. Even with the training and uncertain future ahead, here in this moment, all was peacefully right; a family wrapped in warmth and love, preparing to face whatever came their way together.