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Earth was in winter, the days cold and the night freezing. Rain, hail or snow fell nearly everyday, bitter winds blasted the land and pushed the clouds hurridly through the sky, starving the land of large amounts of sunlight. Thousands of people lit their fires, warming their cold homes, thawing their icey walls and giving that warmth that life fed off.

She lent over the slowly burning fire, sweeping the dust from the fireplace from the last fire, a wonderful heat covering her slim body as her skin glowed, reflecting the fires orange tint. Her long black hair tied into a tight bun, a dark green bow holding it in palce. Standing up Chichi moved the very large fire cover with little effort and dusted her black and green uniform off, the dust spreading around her and into the air, creating a small cloud of dust and dirt around her aready sooty frame.
Her muscles sore and her eyes tired, it wasn't easy being a human anymore, not unless you were very talented or smart like her old friend Bulma. It wasn't easy for the humans that wern't, not since the Sayains took over, they had liked the planet and made it one of their own, luckily for the humans spareing the inhabitants of earth. That had been over 100 years ago she recalled, a history all children learned. It wasn't all bad: they were fed well, looked after when sick, treated fairly and clothed and kept in houses of great quality. It of course hadn't always been this way but things had changed over time. She was a maid in a sayain household, in the household of one of their greatest scientists and lord of the Eastern area of earth.

Standing back she admired her handy work, the fireplace was spotless, the floor clean and furniture dusted.
"It is very clean, well done" A young, sweet voice rang through her ears. She recognised the voice as the households owners youngest child, Kakarott. She instantly bowed.
"Thank you Sir" She replied blushing slightly, it wouldn't be a lie if she said all human girls went weak at the knees when seeing young Kakarott. His unrurely hair, like his fathers spuring in all directions, his tanned skin, black eyes that drowned even the brightest light and a body like that of a greek god, chiseled from stone by the worlds greatest artist.
"Your welcome. Your work is greatly appreciated. No need to bow Chichi, i'm sure your back is soar" Straightening up, she smiled deeply at him, she was pretty sure he knew how she felt along with the many other women, he was famous for his looks. She stepped forward to leave, bowing slightly again as she exited the room.

His eyes never left her, he knew it wasn't right for him to love a human. Very few sayains fell for them. But she was so amazing, so very beautiful. Her black hair and pale skin contrasting perfectly, deep eyes that swam with feeling and light. Her body curved in all the right place and most times he found it almost irresistable to not grab her small body and kiss her hard. Kakarott wached her a lot, whenever his father wasn't teaching him, or his mother talking to him, fighting with his bother and teasing his sisters. She was becoming an obsession, his very dreams always filled with her wonderful being.
"Sweety are you feeling okay? Its not ususal for energetic young men to stare at doors" His mothers laughing voice filling his ears.
"Yes mother, just fine. Fell into a small dream" He replied softly. He could always talk to his mother, she allowed feeling and opinion unlike his father. They would speak for hours, of anything they could think of. Still he hadn't told her of his feelings for the beautiful young slave girl. Tanupa (his mother) along with his other family members, had noticed Kakarotts sudden change of behaviour. He couldn't get deep into their conversations due to his mind being elsewhere, his brother had been saying how his constant dreams got him beat during sparing, his sisters confused as to why he was ignoring their sparks of teasing arguments as he walked down corridors a dreamy smile always on his face and lastly his father was furious at the amount of dreaming the supposed young 'scientist' did, always stateing that scientists didn't dream, and was very angry that his son always seemed to engage in it. Even now as she spoke of the problems in social inequality a subject he found very interesting, she could see his eyes cloud, a small smile cast upon his face and she knew he wasn't there, as he stared at the fire.
"Kakarott child it is late maybe you should head off to bed, you seem tired" She told him, knudging his arm and kissing his forehead as she stood. She watched reality flood his veins, his thoughts no longer in a dream.
"Thank you Mother, i am feeling a little under the weather" He replied walking with her to his room, knowing that his dreams would be filled with his beautiful servant and the singing of her angelic voice.

Chichi was awoken earlier than usual by the howling gale than terrorised her window, the glass shaking in terror as the cold air assulted it. She knew it was very little use to try and sleep again, she would have to be up again in an hour and a half and well the wind would keep her from faling into slumber. So she got up early, the cold air sending a wave of goosebumps across her skin as it attacked her. She washed herself, ate breakfast, dressed into her uniform and set off across the garden from the servants quarters to the huge Mansion, a small shawl wrapped around her small shoulders for warmth. Wlking into the house she got her share of fireplaces cleaned and lit, curtains dusted and now began the cleaning of the servants clothes, humming a sweet tune lightly to her self as she walked own the coridor, folded clothes bundled in her arms.

Her clothing was tight, clutching to her every curve, her wonderfly silky hair down and spilling down her back. The cholor low revealing her clevage to his hungry eyes, her hips so slender and curved, soft and rounded in his hands as he kissed her sweet lips harshly, his desperation for her realeasing its self in her delicious mouth, her sweet angelic hum, sang sweetly in her throat, her wonderful choras echoeing in his head.

He awoke with a start, breathing heavily and his attraction to her making itself apparent under the bed sheats. He sighed heavily, her wonderful voice still flowing through his ears, enchanting him once more as he sank into his sheets, dreams of her planting themselves in his mind, reality once again begining to vanishing. His senses clouding, her song driving his pleasure to greater heights, his vision blurring and replaced with the image of her in his mind's eye. He couldn't take much longer, hideing from her, hideing his feelings for her, his obbsession for her begining to overwhelm his being, constantly flowing through his veins, tormenting him in both reality,non-reality and sleep, the world no longer exsisted, not this one, the real world vanished and in it's place was Chichi, she was slowly becoming his world,his galaxy and his universe.
He driften into sleep, his mind again filled with his fetishes, filled with her.

He was tired, he had spent most of last night awoken from his sleep, his mind clouded with her, her voice, her looks, her clothes, her scent, everything it all consantly tortured him with attraction and pleasure. He was awoken by his mother that morning, he could tell she was worried as soon as he turned down breakfast, he just explained that he really wasn't hungry; her face was full of concern as he left to wash himself and dress. Now he was with his father, learning the gift of science, well meant to be learning, as usual he was trying very hard to focus, but all he could think of was the busy little slave that worked somewhere in his home.
"KAKAROTT!" He snapped from his thoughts, reality setting in and revealing his very angry father, who stood fuming in front of him, he knew he was in trouble his father had explained that this daydreaming had to stop, it wasn't proper.
"What is wrong with you boy, if there is something so important that you must daydream about it at all times then please explain it?" His father said his voice raised and strict.
"Nothing is worng..."
"Don't give me that Kakarott, i've heard that excuse once too many times. Are you ill, tired, scared, what? Something is worrying you now explain!" Bardock shouted loudly, worry still apparant in his tone.
"I'm tired, i havn't been sleeping well lately, i don't know why" Kakarott replied, lieing slightly, he knew perfectly well. His father sighed deeply, believing his sons words. Instructing him to tidy away and go back to bed and get the obviously needed rest.

Kakarott walked down the corridor, at this rate she was gunna drive him insane, his mind and body was all ready crazy enough for her. Eyeing the paintings on the wall of the corridors, he opened his door slowly, entering his room.
His breathing hitched, pleasure instantly flowing like rapids through his veins, an instant bulge appearing in his pants. There she was, feeding the fire, her body bent over perfectly, revealing her round rear to his vision. The woman that he always dreamed off, the one he longed for, was here in front of him. In his room.

T.B.C