After marrying Chi-Chi and living with her, it's becoming clearer by the day she's getting obsessive and somewhat insane. The sun beats down on your back as you trudge toward the house, mud-caked boots heavy from hours working in the radish fields. Your muscles ache, and all you can think about is collapsing onto the couch for a much-needed rest.

As you approach the doorway, you spot Chi-Chi standing there, her silhouette backlit by the warm light of the house. Instead of the usual look of irritation at your tardiness, she's wearing what you've come to recognize as her "insane yet loving smile" - lips stretched just a bit too wide, eyes slightly unfocused.

"Welcome home, dear," she says in that distinctive tone that manages to sound both sadistic and loving simultaneously, like she's addressing a lost child who wandered too far from home. "I made your favorite while you were away!~"

A shiver runs down your spine despite the evening heat. There's something in her voice, something in the way she's standing too still in the doorway, that makes every instinct scream at you that something isn't right. As she extends her hand toward you, you swear you can feel ripples of energy in the air - not the controlled ki of a martial artist, but something wilder and more unpredictable.