Chichi's Secret
By Kraken
I do not own the DBZ characters etc. , etc. and so on and so forth.
Don't sue me people, it's not worth the effort.
Prologue: Space. The empty blackness broken only by occasional fields of stars.
The beauty . . . The complete, mindless, never ending boredom. Well, this looks entertaining. She may be the strongest woman alive, but I still wonder how they manage to get along. Not very well considering that the poor man can't even pat her shoulder without sending her through the wall. Hmmmm , perhaps she could use a little . . .
boost. This could be fun.
" Oh no, not again. What's happening to me?" She whispers as the dust drifts slowly to the floor. There to mingle with the remains of the three previously pulverized dishes. " All I did was pick them up." She was abnormally strong for a human, true, but she had lived with her strength all her life and could control it to the point where most people, including her husband, forgot it was there at all. Except for rare occasions, like the time she'd thrown Gohan's obnoxious tutor, Mr. Shoe, out the window, she did nothing that would show up the strength and speed that hid deep within her slender frame. Violence was a waste of time. Why bother increasing her strength? Control was enough. Except that now it seemed to have deserted her. Her family was used to seeing anger, pride, fear, and exasperation on her face. They would never have expected confusion. Or . . .hurt. "Am I becoming a monster too?"
The only answer was silence, and somewhere, barely audible, the high, wild laughter of a child.