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"If you don't like someone, walk a mile in their shoes. Then you're a mile away from them and you have their shoes."
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Why did the Chicken Cross the Road?
Dr. Seuss:
They wish to be on the other side.
This is a fact they do not hide.
This is a fact.
This is so true.
Crossing roads is what chickens do.
What is there?
They do not know.
They want to know,
therefore, they go.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Chapter Two
ChiChi sat up in the jail cell. "Wow..." she said groggily, "I feel like I was hit by a truck." She touched her head. "Ow!" she said, wincing. She looked at her fingers. Blood. She looked around. "Where am I?"
"In the castle dungon."
ChiChi turned around. A older woman with long gray hair sat in the shadows. She was wearing rags.
"Dungeon?"
The woman nodded. "From what I heard, you bumped into Lyra."
"Who?"
"Lyra." The old woman walked into the light. "She's the King's new mate." The woman stuck out her hand. "I'm Cymira. I've been in jail for 100 years."
ChiChi's jaw dropped. "100 years?! what did you do?"
Cymira laughed. "I stuck my tongue out at the late King Vegeta when I was 8."
"Wow..." ChiChi said, "This planet is harsh. You were eight?"
Just then ChiChi heard a door open. "Hey, scum!" The jailor came inot veiw. "I was told to find a lady," he said, licking his lips, "For Prince Vegeta."
ChiChi found her heart pounding. She shut her eyes. *Please Lord,* she thought, *Don't let him pick me. Protect me.*
She felt someone grab her, and drag her out. The man smiled a almost toothless grin. "You're a pretty one," he cackled, "You'll be good for a little fun."
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ChiChi looked at the outfit she had been put in. It was red, and reminded her of harem girls. She gulped. That wasn't a good sign. Her hair had been braided, with red ribbons braided in. She now sat on Prince Vegeta's bed, waiting for him tor return. She heard the doorknob turn. "No..."
"Who are you?!"
ChiChi's eyes flew open. There stood the most glorious, handsome man ChiChi had even seen. He was short, but had spiky black hair and dark eyes. He was strong and muscled. ChiChi could see that, because he wore no shirt, showing off his toned, muscled stomach.
"I-I'm ChiChi." She looked down. "The jailor sent me here."
Vegeta threw up his hands. "Not again. They're always trying to do this to me." He stared at her. "You're not Saiyajin."
ChiChi nodded. "I know. I'm from Earth. My ship crash landed on Vegeta-sei."
"Oh." He looked out her clothes. "Yech. Get out of those flimsy things." He opened up a drawer and threw her some clothes. "Here are some of my old clothes. Go change."
ChiChi smiled. "Thanks." She started to take off her top, then stopped. "Oh! What am I doing? Don't look."
Vegeta sighed, and covered his eyes. "You know, I know why you'd think I'd be intrested in seeing your pathetic Earth body. I mean, I am a distinguished royal prince. I have seen many, many women. You'd be of no intrest to me." He started to take his hands down.
"I'm not done!"
Vegeta's hands shot back up in front of his eyes. "Sorry." He tapped his foot. "You finished yet?"
"Wait a sec!...Okay. You can open your eyes."
Vegeta took down his hands. ChiChi stood there. She wore baggy black pants and a white tank top.
ChiChi looked at herself in the mirror. "Wow. They fit. Its probably because you're so small..."
Vegeta scowled.
"Sorry." ChiChi looked at him. "Are you going to send me back to jail now?"
Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "Send you back to jail? Where they will most likely rape you and beat you and pick out your fingernails one by one?" He smirked. "I should."
"Please..." ChiChi pleaded. "Don't..."
Vegeta sighed. "Okay. But just for tonight, woman. There are blankets in the closet, and theres a sofa over there. And don't bother me."
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ChiChi woke up after a long nights sleep to see a table full of food. There was a note on it. ChiChi picked it up and started to read.
Earth Woman-
Here's some food for you. A maid should be coming soon to tell you where to go. I am training. You are not to bother me or even speak to me unless I say you can.
Prince Vegeta
ChiChi surveyed the table. There was enough food for 3 or for days, yet it was just for breakfast! She sat down and started to eat. It was delicious! * I got to get this recipe...*
The door suddenly opened. A young maid with long, spiky black ahir and a french maid uniform came in. She smiled. "After you eat, I will show you to your room, madmam."
ChiChi shook her head. "I'm not hungry. You may show me to my room now."
The maid nodded, and ChiChi followed her down the hall. Thw hall was dark and gloomy. The maid finally opened a door, revealing a large, spacious room where everything was lavender. The carpet, the curatins, the bed, the canopy, the walls. It was breathtakingly pretty.
ChiChi went in, and sat on the bed. The maid left. The bed was very soft and fluffy. A light breeze blew in from the windows. ChiChi stood up nad looked at the pictres on the wall. They were all of a beautiful woman with wavy black ahir. The first picture was of her really young, like 4 or five. Her hair was in curly ringlets, pinned back with a gold barrette. She wore a long, roal blue dress. The girl got older as the pictures went on. In one her hair was long and braided, and she was wearing the most beautiful white wedding dress, and had flowers around her head. *She's beautiful...*
"Thats my mother."
ChiChi spun around to see Vegeta standing in the doorway.
"This was her room." He looked her over. "You should wash up and change for lunch. There are clothes in the closet."
ChiChi looked at him. "Lunch? You mean, you're not kicking me out?"
Vegeta shook his head. "No. I feel rather sorry for you. Just avoid Lyra. She could likely kill you. She's not a nice person." He opened the door, and started to leave the room.
"Wait!"
Vegeta turned around. "Yes?"
She smiled. "My name is ChiChi."
Vegeta left.
ChiChi went to the lavender washroom. A warm, frothy bath was already drawn. She stripped of her dirty clothes and sunk itno it. It felt soooo good. She washed her face and hair. She scrubbed herself, then got out, and wrapped a fluffy lavender robe around her. She changed into a long, white dress with tiny pink rosebuds all over it. It had a big, full skirt and puffed up sleeves. She dried her hair, then brushed it. She braided it.
She wondered why Vegeta was letting her stay in the palace. she was simply a prisoner snt up to be his for a night, yet he was treating her like she was something. She guessed he was just lonely. She knew the feeling. Being royalty was lonely. She remembered spending years alone as a child, with only her father as company. NO kid wanted to play with the Ox King's daughter.
She got out into the hall, and then realied she had no idea where the dining hall was.
"Oh, great..."
She walked down the dark hall unitl she came to some stairs. She walked down them slowly, holding onto the banister. She came inot the marble hall. The hall was filled with servants, scattering back and forth. She bumped into one.
"Nieshlei!" The servant said, picking up all the clean clothes she dropped. "Karac tee zaza meemo, tracei!"
"Huh?"
As the servant kept on screaming at her, Vegeta appeared. He looked at the servant, who immediatly fell to her knees. "Ta gloshi ur buban glee. Frockine yuma gin day ra. Lockolei!" The servant jumped up, and ran off.
"What was she saying?"
"She was talking in Saiyajin," he said, "Most lower class don't know other languages." He turned around. "The dining hall is this way. Come on."
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ChiChi felt rather out of place. The rest of the people at the table were pounding down the food at a ravenous speed, while she was slowly sipping soup. No one was talking. She was feeling quite uncomfortable. She suddenly heard a raspy, breathy whisper in her ear.
"Not hungry?"
For some reason, it made the hair on her arm stand up on end. She looked beside her. Vegeta sat there, smirkiing at her. She turned away and blushed.
After lunch, ChiChi was told if she wanted to stay in the palace, she would have to work for it. She would not be staying in the Lavender room. They had cleared out a place in the servant's quarters for her. And she was not allowed to speak to Vegeta.
That night she lay in her bed. She had tried to talk to her five roomates, but they just laughed at her and chattered away in Saiyajin. She was sobbing under her covers. She didn't know what was worth. The fact she was being forced to work as a servant- or the fact that she wasn't allowed to speak to Vegeta.
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Sorry for the delay- school starts August 12 in Memphis.
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"If you don't like someone, walk a mile in their shoes. Then you're a mile away from them and you have their shoes."
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Why did the Chicken Cross the Road?
Dr. Seuss:
They wish to be on the other side.
This is a fact they do not hide.
This is a fact.
This is so true.
Crossing roads is what chickens do.
What is there?
They do not know.
They want to know,
therefore, they go.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Chapter Two
ChiChi sat up in the jail cell. "Wow..." she said groggily, "I feel like I was hit by a truck." She touched her head. "Ow!" she said, wincing. She looked at her fingers. Blood. She looked around. "Where am I?"
"In the castle dungon."
ChiChi turned around. A older woman with long gray hair sat in the shadows. She was wearing rags.
"Dungeon?"
The woman nodded. "From what I heard, you bumped into Lyra."
"Who?"
"Lyra." The old woman walked into the light. "She's the King's new mate." The woman stuck out her hand. "I'm Cymira. I've been in jail for 100 years."
ChiChi's jaw dropped. "100 years?! what did you do?"
Cymira laughed. "I stuck my tongue out at the late King Vegeta when I was 8."
"Wow..." ChiChi said, "This planet is harsh. You were eight?"
Just then ChiChi heard a door open. "Hey, scum!" The jailor came inot veiw. "I was told to find a lady," he said, licking his lips, "For Prince Vegeta."
ChiChi found her heart pounding. She shut her eyes. *Please Lord,* she thought, *Don't let him pick me. Protect me.*
She felt someone grab her, and drag her out. The man smiled a almost toothless grin. "You're a pretty one," he cackled, "You'll be good for a little fun."
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ChiChi looked at the outfit she had been put in. It was red, and reminded her of harem girls. She gulped. That wasn't a good sign. Her hair had been braided, with red ribbons braided in. She now sat on Prince Vegeta's bed, waiting for him tor return. She heard the doorknob turn. "No..."
"Who are you?!"
ChiChi's eyes flew open. There stood the most glorious, handsome man ChiChi had even seen. He was short, but had spiky black hair and dark eyes. He was strong and muscled. ChiChi could see that, because he wore no shirt, showing off his toned, muscled stomach.
"I-I'm ChiChi." She looked down. "The jailor sent me here."
Vegeta threw up his hands. "Not again. They're always trying to do this to me." He stared at her. "You're not Saiyajin."
ChiChi nodded. "I know. I'm from Earth. My ship crash landed on Vegeta-sei."
"Oh." He looked out her clothes. "Yech. Get out of those flimsy things." He opened up a drawer and threw her some clothes. "Here are some of my old clothes. Go change."
ChiChi smiled. "Thanks." She started to take off her top, then stopped. "Oh! What am I doing? Don't look."
Vegeta sighed, and covered his eyes. "You know, I know why you'd think I'd be intrested in seeing your pathetic Earth body. I mean, I am a distinguished royal prince. I have seen many, many women. You'd be of no intrest to me." He started to take his hands down.
"I'm not done!"
Vegeta's hands shot back up in front of his eyes. "Sorry." He tapped his foot. "You finished yet?"
"Wait a sec!...Okay. You can open your eyes."
Vegeta took down his hands. ChiChi stood there. She wore baggy black pants and a white tank top.
ChiChi looked at herself in the mirror. "Wow. They fit. Its probably because you're so small..."
Vegeta scowled.
"Sorry." ChiChi looked at him. "Are you going to send me back to jail now?"
Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "Send you back to jail? Where they will most likely rape you and beat you and pick out your fingernails one by one?" He smirked. "I should."
"Please..." ChiChi pleaded. "Don't..."
Vegeta sighed. "Okay. But just for tonight, woman. There are blankets in the closet, and theres a sofa over there. And don't bother me."
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ChiChi woke up after a long nights sleep to see a table full of food. There was a note on it. ChiChi picked it up and started to read.
Earth Woman-
Here's some food for you. A maid should be coming soon to tell you where to go. I am training. You are not to bother me or even speak to me unless I say you can.
Prince Vegeta
ChiChi surveyed the table. There was enough food for 3 or for days, yet it was just for breakfast! She sat down and started to eat. It was delicious! * I got to get this recipe...*
The door suddenly opened. A young maid with long, spiky black ahir and a french maid uniform came in. She smiled. "After you eat, I will show you to your room, madmam."
ChiChi shook her head. "I'm not hungry. You may show me to my room now."
The maid nodded, and ChiChi followed her down the hall. Thw hall was dark and gloomy. The maid finally opened a door, revealing a large, spacious room where everything was lavender. The carpet, the curatins, the bed, the canopy, the walls. It was breathtakingly pretty.
ChiChi went in, and sat on the bed. The maid left. The bed was very soft and fluffy. A light breeze blew in from the windows. ChiChi stood up nad looked at the pictres on the wall. They were all of a beautiful woman with wavy black ahir. The first picture was of her really young, like 4 or five. Her hair was in curly ringlets, pinned back with a gold barrette. She wore a long, roal blue dress. The girl got older as the pictures went on. In one her hair was long and braided, and she was wearing the most beautiful white wedding dress, and had flowers around her head. *She's beautiful...*
"Thats my mother."
ChiChi spun around to see Vegeta standing in the doorway.
"This was her room." He looked her over. "You should wash up and change for lunch. There are clothes in the closet."
ChiChi looked at him. "Lunch? You mean, you're not kicking me out?"
Vegeta shook his head. "No. I feel rather sorry for you. Just avoid Lyra. She could likely kill you. She's not a nice person." He opened the door, and started to leave the room.
"Wait!"
Vegeta turned around. "Yes?"
She smiled. "My name is ChiChi."
Vegeta left.
ChiChi went to the lavender washroom. A warm, frothy bath was already drawn. She stripped of her dirty clothes and sunk itno it. It felt soooo good. She washed her face and hair. She scrubbed herself, then got out, and wrapped a fluffy lavender robe around her. She changed into a long, white dress with tiny pink rosebuds all over it. It had a big, full skirt and puffed up sleeves. She dried her hair, then brushed it. She braided it.
She wondered why Vegeta was letting her stay in the palace. she was simply a prisoner snt up to be his for a night, yet he was treating her like she was something. She guessed he was just lonely. She knew the feeling. Being royalty was lonely. She remembered spending years alone as a child, with only her father as company. NO kid wanted to play with the Ox King's daughter.
She got out into the hall, and then realied she had no idea where the dining hall was.
"Oh, great..."
She walked down the dark hall unitl she came to some stairs. She walked down them slowly, holding onto the banister. She came inot the marble hall. The hall was filled with servants, scattering back and forth. She bumped into one.
"Nieshlei!" The servant said, picking up all the clean clothes she dropped. "Karac tee zaza meemo, tracei!"
"Huh?"
As the servant kept on screaming at her, Vegeta appeared. He looked at the servant, who immediatly fell to her knees. "Ta gloshi ur buban glee. Frockine yuma gin day ra. Lockolei!" The servant jumped up, and ran off.
"What was she saying?"
"She was talking in Saiyajin," he said, "Most lower class don't know other languages." He turned around. "The dining hall is this way. Come on."
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ChiChi felt rather out of place. The rest of the people at the table were pounding down the food at a ravenous speed, while she was slowly sipping soup. No one was talking. She was feeling quite uncomfortable. She suddenly heard a raspy, breathy whisper in her ear.
"Not hungry?"
For some reason, it made the hair on her arm stand up on end. She looked beside her. Vegeta sat there, smirkiing at her. She turned away and blushed.
After lunch, ChiChi was told if she wanted to stay in the palace, she would have to work for it. She would not be staying in the Lavender room. They had cleared out a place in the servant's quarters for her. And she was not allowed to speak to Vegeta.
That night she lay in her bed. She had tried to talk to her five roomates, but they just laughed at her and chattered away in Saiyajin. She was sobbing under her covers. She didn't know what was worth. The fact she was being forced to work as a servant- or the fact that she wasn't allowed to speak to Vegeta.
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Sorry for the delay- school starts August 12 in Memphis.
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