A/N: Here is yet another one of my stories I hope that you guys will like it, it's kind of dark though.
Chapter 1: Chichi's POV
I guess the reason we were all brought here was money problems. The house looked okay from the outside but slightly twisted. Perfect for a family of five and peaceful for a farmer but we were neither.
My name is Chichi and my father brought me here when I was just three years old. At first I was shy toward everyone but I soon became friends with the kids and tried to avoid the adults. Everything about the adults scared me and even my dad was starting to scare me.
Mother died just a year before we came. My father thought it would be a good idea to move here since we didn't have much money and he knew one of the residents. The original residents were anything but happy. When we came they stared at us as if they didn't know who my father was.
One woman in particular scared me when I was little. Her name escapes me but I will never forget the disturbed look on her eighty year old face. She was always sitting by the window like she was waiting for someone to come and take her away. But she was a nasty old woman and sometimes I wondered if she was not waiting to beckon someone in. She was a living ghost, just like the house.
It was 1883 and like I said we had run out of money. My grandmother cut us off after my mother died and that was the money we lived on. So my father got a letter in response to his crisis saying that it would be fine if he came to live with them. Father obliged and in the next weeks we took the carriage to the house.
The way there was not so smooth. Everything we came across seemed to be a sign to turn back and since I was three I took the signs very seriously. I blew everything out of proportion telling my dad that the bumps in the road were meant to send us backward through the woods and back to our home. But he would not listen to me and I was only three.
After about two days on the road we finally saw little chunks of clearing in the woods. When I saw the trees give way I stood up hoping to see a beautiful house with children playing in the yard. Oh if it were only the way I imagined!
The first thing I saw was the stable at the far end of the land. Two horses were shut in there and I could hear their beautiful cries. Our horses were just like theirs, black, and that surprised me since my father said they were hard to find.
"Can I ride the horses dad," I asked?
"No Chichi," he was annoyed of me because I had been trying to get him to turn back. I put myself in my seat and crossed my arms but I couldn't stay mad too long, I was too excited to see what was coming next.
As we came to a slight clearing I saw the house. Trees around stuck out of the ground like crooked fingers waiting to grab the innocent. My state of happiness lowered when my eyes fell upon the house. It was all stacked on it self with two floors. It was beautiful but something about it was not right. The dark brown paint hid it father in the trees. 'I have to live here,' I thought to myself.
"Isn't it great," my father said, but when I looked I saw loneliness. Either way I nodded in return to my father's comment.
As we got out I saw a little girl come out of the house running. "There's people here, mommy," she yelled.
I shied away to the carriage but my father would not have it. He grabbed my arm and pulled me to the house. I knew then that I did not want to live here I was so scared.
"Don't be shy now I don't bite," the little girl said. My father put me down next to her. "I'm 18."
"18," I yelled, "What kind of name is that?"
"Well what's your name?"
"Chichi."
"Well what kind of name is that? You just get in the house."
18 was a strong girl and in the years I lived there I had never seen her cry. She became a friend to everyone but mostly a protector. Though she thought she knew what was good for us and pushed us around there were times when I needed her and she was there.
We were not the only ones to come. The next thing I saw was a man walking toward the house with a child on his back. The little girl looked sleepy on his back but she perked her head up when she heard him hit the stairs. "Daddy, it's pretty," she said in a soft voice. A woman followed them up the stairs but she looked as if she was left out of a secret.
"Who is that girl," I asked 18.
"I don't know. Why don't we go ask her," she pulled me away into the darkness of the house.
The man put the girl on the floor and told her to wait there for him. As he disappeared we did quite the opposite. 18 went close to the little girl and stared into her eyes making the girl cower.
"What," the girl yelled defensively.
"I didn't touch you! What's your name, we want to know."
The girl looked around searching for her dad to come rescue her.
"I asked you a question," 18 yelled back at her.
"Bulma," the girl mumbled.
"Is that your daddy?"
"Yes," she said happily.
"What's his name?"
"Vegeta."
"Vegeta, what kind of name is that," 18 mimicked me.
But Bulma said no more; instead she trailed upstairs to find her dad. "Hey! Is that girl your mom," 18 yelled up the stairs.
"No," Bulma called down.
"Then what is she?"
"My aunt."
18 shook her head when Bulma was finally out of sight. "That's girl's creepy. Come on I'll introduce you to everyone else.'
"Okay."
18 took her through the open house. There was so much room in the house but it was so small. There were five bedrooms in the house and one little room under the stairs. 18 opened the door under the stairs and called a name that I would never forget.
"Goku. Come out of there," she yelled.
"I'm coming," a voice said from deep in the room.
Out from the darkness came a boy named Goku. He scared me when I first saw him but something else came over me. I know what it was now but then I didn't have a clue.
"Who are you," Goku said looking at me.
"This is our servant, Goku. He's really nice but he can get annoying. He sleeps in that little room but you are not allowed to go in there and see him you have to tell him to come out," 18 explained.
"Got it," I said.
"You're pretty," Goku said staring at me.
"Ew," 18 yelled, "Keep that to yourself!"
"Keep what to myself?"
After the encounter with Goku 18 led me upstairs and we toured the rooms. I was to stay with her in a room because there was not enough for us to have our own. Bulma was supposed to stay with us but she ended up staying with Vegeta.
All the other people I met didn't get names. I knew them as so and so's aunt or dad, or mom. They explained the rules to us and although we were three we were treated like we were capable of unspeakable acts. But the whole time I was being lectured my eyes traveled to the girl in the corner, smoking, and waiting.