Dinner

Elizabeth Knight

Chapter 3



Supper was an interesting occasion. ChiChi greeted her husband and older son warmly when they came home. She also had guests over to introduce to Zantha. Zantha's shock came when she recognized the almost identical blue haired women from the raid.

"Bulma and Bra, this is......is.....Oh dear. I never did get your name sweetheart."

Zantha racked her mind for the name Michelle had given her. "Umm Deirdre."

"Deirdre this is Bulma and her daughter Bra. The baby is her youngest son, Troah"

"ChiChi has been regaling us all afternoon with your adventure. It's nice to finally meet you. Perhaps you'll be able to give us you're account." Bulma greeted. "I wish my husband and oldest son could come but they just had to report to their posts."

"Well I for one am thankful Trunks had to be on duty this evening. Your son seems to have a tendency to captivate all feminine attention when he's in their vicinity." Goten said, coming up behind Zantha. Zantha immediately began choking on her own breath. Trunks was Bulma's oldest son? Zantha lurched forward as Goten slapped her on the back.

"That's not very sporting of you, Goten. You say some of the awfulest things about your best friend that I've ever heard." Bulma chided.

"Only the things that are true, dear Bulma." Goten laughed.

Best friend?! Goten's best friend was Trunks? This was getting worse by the moment. Zantha's knees buckled and she was on her way down. Goten dashed forward and swept her up into his arms. "Deirdre? Are you ok?"

"Oh poor dear!" ChiChi cried rushing to them. "She must be faint. She hasn't had anything to eat since this morning. Goten, bring her into the kitchen so we can feed the poor child." Goten carried her to a chair on the other side of his own and set her down in it.

"Are you comfortable?" he ask her. Zantha smiled at him and nodded her head.

Zantha answered all their questions as best she could, then sat back and enjoyed them laugh at one another. Later in the evening a pretty woman, Videl, showed up. She was Gohan's mate and seemed nice enough. Watching these humans, it was hard to see why they were such horrid enemies of her people. But they were and under no circumstances could she forget that. It would seem that rubbing elbows with these people could be very dangerous.

By the time dinner was over, Zantha was exhausted. ChiChi showed her to a "spare room", whatever that was. Zantha entered a nice, cozy room with a large bed of "feather" mattress, and a "nightstand" with a lamp. There was a nice candelabra with decorative candles in it next to the lamp and a few chairs here and there. ChiChi had handed her what she called a "nightgown" and then left. Zantha looked at the long soft garment and thought it unusual to have to sleep in your cloths. Seh shrugged her shoulders and tossed it on a chair next to the bed. Seh stripped out of her day garments and climbed under the blankets, enjoying the feel of a comfortable bed for the first time. It was much better than sleeping on the ground or even a bed of pine needles in a warm cave. She was fast asleep in moments.

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Zantha's eyes flew open as she lay in bed silently watching the window slide upwards and a dark figure crawl in. The black shape tip-toed to a chair in the corner nearest the window and stripped out of his jacket, throwing it across one arm, followed by his shirt. He sat down, unlaced his shoes and pulled them off one at a time then stood back up and slipped out of his pants. Zantha's heart beat quickened, but she couldn't move. She was fighting the urge to shift, but knew if she did it would be the end of her masquerade.

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