A/N: Okay, I think I've got it. I've been thinking and planning for days, and finally, I have completed the first chapter. Chi-Chi's past is one of the least discussed subjects of Dragonball Z, but for the life of me I have no idea why. I'm creating some friends, crushes, etc., but it's all along the lines of Dragonball Z. So... drum roll please... I present to you Chapter 1!
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. It is the proud property of The Great Akira Toriyama. Oh, Funimation and Fox Movies 2000 own some of the rights. However, I do own Senche, Omoshi, and Bemi. They are my own characters, and I reserve all rights to them.
Chapter 1: Training
Chi-Chi fell to her knees, panting heavily. The last few days had been torture. Training for hours, grabbing a bite to eat, and then training some more. She had pushed herself to her limits and beyond, just so she would be in shape for the Tenkaichi Boudaki.
Chi-Chi pushed herself up, using the bed for support. Sinking into a fighting stance, she launched herself at the giant punching bag. Screaming with effort, she let out a series of roundhouse kicks. As she backed away to catch her breath, the punching bag broke, sand pouring out.
Chi-Chi growled in frustration. "No! That's the fifth one this week. I'm running out of bags!"
A petite blond woman pushed herself off of the wall. "Oh, come on Chi. You've got to ease up. Take a break."
Chi-Chi frowned and turned to her best friend. "Bemi, that's what you've been saying all week. Now, have I given up yet?"
Bemi sighed and tossed her hair over her shoulder. She was short, and unusually pretty. Large gray eyes, small nose, perfectly kissable lips. Large bust, tiny waist, round bottom, and long legs. By some twist of fate, however, she had met Chi-Chi when they were still in diapers, and as the ancient saying goes, these opposites attracted.
"I've got an idea. Why don't we go to the mall?" Seeing her friend almost explode with anger she quickly continued.
"I mean, we could go to that martial arts store, right? They have tons of weights, and more punching bags. That was your last one, right?"
Chi-Chi sighed. "Alright," she said. " We can go to the mall. I'll buy my stuff while you scope out weaklings on steroids. We'll grab a bite to eat, too. Fine!?"
Bemi giggled. "Yeah! Let's get you changed into some more appropriate clothes, though."
Launching herself at her best friends closet, she disappeared momentarily in an avalanche of clothes. After a few seconds, she popped up, holding a black tank top and some baggy jeans. Shoving them at her friend, she waited while Chi-Chi changed in the bathroom.
Meanwhile, Bemi jumped out of the window of her friend's house into the nearby cherry tree, and slid down. Reaching into her jacket pocket, she found a capsule and threw it. A silver convertible suddenly appeared in a puff of smoke.
Laughing, she glanced up at her friend's window. "Hey, Chi! Come down already!"
Chi-Chi's head suddenly peeked out of the window. "Okay," she shouted. Leaping right out of the window, she landed gracefully on her feet beside Bemi.
"Get inside," Bemi said, jumping into her convertible.
Chi-Chi groaned. "On to the torture chamber," she muttered.
* * * * * *
"Here, try this on."
The pair had finished shopping at the martial arts store, which, coincidentally, was called The Martial Arts Store, and Bemi had somehow managed to drag Chi-Chi into a large department store, where she was forcing her to try on any outfit she could get her hands on.
Chi-Chi groaned and disappeared into the dressing room. Reappearing a few minutes later, she suspiciously shot a glance around.
"You look absolutely fabulous," Bemi squealed.
"I look like an absolutely fabulous slut!" Chi-Chi said in the low, silky voice that indicated that she was about to fly into a rage.
Bemi sighed. She didn't look that bad. The neckline was a bit low, to tell the truth, and it was very formfitting, but Chi-Chi had a fabulous figure. It was simply that she had spent her entire life wearing a martial arts gi, so now she refused to wear anything more revealing. She hid a smile. Time to pull out the heavy artillery...
She whipped out a photograph and showed it to the young princess.
Chi-Chi glanced at the photo and blanched. "Give me that picture!" she screeched. She lunged for the picture, but Bemi sidestepped, sending Chi-Chi falling flat on her face. Unfazed, she shot up and tried to snatch the photo from Bemi, who was holding it above her head.
"Now, if you'll prance around practically in underwear, why won't you wear this nice halter top with matching capris?"
Chi-Chi looked at her photo. She was wearing a purple outfit that looked suspiciously like a bikini. It had been her favorite outfit when she was younger. In fact, it had been the exact same choice of clothes that she had been wearing the day she first met Goku.
"I was too young to know any better," she whined.
Bemi threw her head back and laughed. "You were twelve, Chi! If that's not old enough to know better, what is?"
Chi-chi sighed, defeated. She knew the only way to get out of this one was to wear the damn outfit. "Fine," she said. "I'll buy the stupid outfit. But you owe me, okay? In other words, you talk your petty little guy friends into sparring with me."
Bemi cocked her head and shrugged. She knew what had happened at Chi-Chi's last sparring match with her friends. Sure, everyone was expected to make a complete recovery, but she'd have a hard time convincing the few that were still mostly in one piece. 'Oh well,' she thought. 'With my charm, they can't possibly resist me.'
"'Kay," she said loudly. " Let's get out of here."
The duo walked to the register, struggling to carry the piles of clothes they were weighted with. As Chi-Chi and Bemi reluctantly plunked the $300+ on the counter, they spotted two guys waving at them. Grabbing the heavy bags, they stumbled over to the pair. Grinning, they recognized some of their best friends, Senche and Omoshi.
"Hey kid," Senche said, throwing his arm around Bemi. Tall, blond, loud, and extremely muscular, he was the opposite of Omoshi. Omoshi was of medium height, dark blue hair, lean, and shy around everyone except his best friends. You wouldn't think it, but Omoshi was stronger than Senche, and the two trained together everyday. Both were handsome and popular, and Bemi and Chi-Chi's closest friends.
Chi-Chi threw a grin at Omoshi, and held her bags out to him. "Help a poor, weak girl carry her clothes," she asked, throwing a winning smile at him. Omoshi laughed. "Sure," he exclaimed. "After all, what would all of you weak women do without us big, strong men?" Chi-Chi snorted and tossed her head, walking past him. "Never mind," she said haughtily. "I can manage." He laughed and grabbed her bags, stumbling under the weight of them. Senche picked up Bemi's bags, almost being driven into the floor with the weight.
"Damn," they both exclaimed. "How do you carry these?"
Chi-Chi and Bemi shrugged, walking past the struggling boys. Chi-Chi threw her punching bag over her shoulder, carrying it easily. Strolling into the parking lot, they popped open their capsule car. As the four threw their bags into the trunk, they squeezed into the convertible. Bemi plopped down in front of the steering wheel, Senche sat next to her, and Chi-Chi and Omoshi squeezed into the back seat. Bemi started the car, and sped away from the parking lot, driving recklessly around cars and stop signs. As her passengers screamed in terror, she laughed insanely and sped to Mt. Paozu.
* * * * * *
"Come on," Chi-Chi sneered, crouching down into her sparring stance. Tossing her long ponytail over her shoulder, she stared at her two opponents. The only two in the entire village that could offer her some kind of challenge. In other words, Omoshi and Senche.
With a loud yell, the pair launched themselves at Chi-Chi. They had no reserve fighting her, for the simple reason that Chi-Chi was stronger than the two put together, and she would hold nothing back.
Omoshi brought his legs up and kicked her, while Senche threw an uppercut right at her chin. Chi-Chi blocked each of the blows with ease, while unleashing her own furious attack on the pair. They were able to block quite a few of the young warrior's blows, but many connected. The next few hours were spent in a similar fashion. Each side trying their hardest to injure their opponents; Chi-Chi getting hit every now and then, while blows rained down on Senche and Omoshi.
After a few hours, the trio lay on the floor, covered with sweat and panting heavily. Just then Bemi and Gyuu Maou walked in.
"So," Chi-Chi's father said. "Another long training session, huh?"
The three laughed weakly and rolled over to look at him. "You could say that," they all said simultaneously.
Bemi wrinkled her nose in disdain. "I will never understand how the three of you can spend hours each day drowning in your own sweat while you get the crap beaten out of you. It makes no sense. You'd think you all actually like getting hit."
Chi-Chi staggered to her feet and pulled the other two up. "You couldn't understand," she laughed. "You're not a fighter. There's a thrill that you get when you're fighting. It's like the joy that you get when you see the cutest outfit on the clearance rack. And anyway, I have to train for the Tenkaichi Boudaki, remember?"
Bemi groaned. "Like you would ever let me forget? If you're not talking about that long lost love of yours, you're talking about that martial arts tournament."
Chi-Chi and Gyuu Maou both winced at the reminder of Goku. He glanced quickly down at his daughter to see if she would once again call up the remembrance of Goku, or if she would let it go.
Chi-Chi chose the latter. "I know," she sighed. "I just really want to win. I know that I can, and that I'm strong enough. Come on. I need some support over here!"
During this conversation, Omoshi and Senche had sat down on the bench that was connected to the side of the gym. At this, Senche spoke.
"Chi-Chi's right, kid. You know that she loves to fight. And we all gotta give her support, right? I mean, you are gonna be cheering her on at the Tournament, right?"
Bemi sighed. "Yeah. I don't understand you three, but that's not going to stop me from rooting for Chi. I mean, you all are my best friends, right?"
Gyuu Maou laughed. "Well," he started. "I'll leave you kids to your own devices." He began walking toward the door, the turned around. "By the way, Bemi. You're mother just called. She has to go away to India on a business trip for a week. You can stay over until then."
Bemi and Chi-Chi slapped hands and laughed. "Sleepover!" they cried. Senche, Omoshi, and Gyuu Maou sighed and shook their heads.
Chi-Chi's father turned and walked out of the training room. Immediately the trio of warriors sunk back into their sparring forms. Bemi sighed and sat down on the bench. "Well," she said disdainfully. "I might as well try to teach my dog to sing 'Silent Night.'"
* * * * * *
"So, tell me again about Goku."
It was around 9 o'clock at night. Omoshi and Senche had long since gone home, and Chi-Chi and Bemi were having their sleepover. The two had spent the last hour talking about their families and schoolwork, but, as most sleepovers go, they were now discussing their love lives.
Chi-Chi rolled over on her back and stared up at the ceiling. A small, peaceful smile graced her face. She closed her eyes and sighed. Many memories came bubbling to the surface. After a moment, she began speaking.
"He was the nicest guy I've ever known," she began.
"Nicer than Omoshi?" Bemi asked unbelievingly.
Chi-Chi grinned and nodded. "Yeah, nicer than Omoshi. There was a kind of playful innocence about him. He was so naïve, and so trusting. It didn't matter though. Goku was so powerful, but it was more than that. There was a feeling about him. When you were with him, you knew everything was going to be okay. And it always was. Always. Like when the Red Ribbon Army attacked our village. I was so frightened. I just randomly threw the blade on my helmet around, hoping that I would hit someone. He just fought. He defeated the Red Ribbon soldiers all by himself. One twelve-year-old boy beat an entire army, and one of the most powerful ones in the world, at that. I guess it just never crossed his mind that he could lose."
Bemi sighed. "That is so sweet. I mean, I'm going to marry Senche one of these days, but he's nothing like your Goku. You never told me how you met."
A blissful smile once again spread across her face, and a faint blush covered her cheeks. "Remember about seven years ago Fry Pan Mountain was engulfed in flames. Well, my dad had sent me to get the Bansho Fan from the legendary martial artist Muten Roshi. Along my way I happened to find a huge dinosaur that, well, decided I looked like a pretty filling meal. I defeated him, and afterwards I met a man that told me that he loved me. He was kind of cute, but he left before I could find out his name. Then, a young, extremely kawaii boy came, flying on a golden cloud, and asked if I was Chi-Chi. I told him that I was, and he said that my father had sent him to help me on my mission. I hopped up on his cloud, which he called Kintoun, and we sped of to Muten Roshi's island. We didn't get the Bansho Fan, but Roshi himself came and put out the fire with his Kamehameha. That was the first time I had ever seen him. He promised that he'd think about me, and sure enough, he remembered the next time I saw him. We were right about to get married, when he had to leave again."
Bemi gasped. "You almost got married? " she whispered almost reverently. "And you were only twelve!"
Chi-Chi smiled and nodded. "Yeah. But there's no law here in Japan that says you have to be a certain age to get married. It didn't matter, anyway. I love him."
Bemi nodded sleepily and yawned. She loved Senche with all her heart, but she still sometimes wished that he'd be a bit sweeter. She mumbled something about duckies and bunnies, and stupid boyfriends, before falling fast asleep.
As for our lovely heroine, she was wide-awake. Chi-Chi sighed. Every time she thought about Goku, she couldn't help the small shiver that ran up her spine. 'Just you wait, my little Goku,' she thought. 'I'll find you. Maybe even at the Tenkaichi Boudaki. I don't care. But I'll find you, corner you, and then we'll get married. She grinned. 'You can't get rid of me that easily. I am woman, hear me roar, ho ho ho!
A/N: So what do you think? I think that this chapter turned out nicely. It was longer than the last one, at least. Come on everyone, you gotta R/R! If you don't...*clutches heart in agony*... I won't be able to write! Please, give me feedback.
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. It is the proud property of The Great Akira Toriyama. Oh, Funimation and Fox Movies 2000 own some of the rights. However, I do own Senche, Omoshi, and Bemi. They are my own characters, and I reserve all rights to them.
Chapter 1: Training
Chi-Chi fell to her knees, panting heavily. The last few days had been torture. Training for hours, grabbing a bite to eat, and then training some more. She had pushed herself to her limits and beyond, just so she would be in shape for the Tenkaichi Boudaki.
Chi-Chi pushed herself up, using the bed for support. Sinking into a fighting stance, she launched herself at the giant punching bag. Screaming with effort, she let out a series of roundhouse kicks. As she backed away to catch her breath, the punching bag broke, sand pouring out.
Chi-Chi growled in frustration. "No! That's the fifth one this week. I'm running out of bags!"
A petite blond woman pushed herself off of the wall. "Oh, come on Chi. You've got to ease up. Take a break."
Chi-Chi frowned and turned to her best friend. "Bemi, that's what you've been saying all week. Now, have I given up yet?"
Bemi sighed and tossed her hair over her shoulder. She was short, and unusually pretty. Large gray eyes, small nose, perfectly kissable lips. Large bust, tiny waist, round bottom, and long legs. By some twist of fate, however, she had met Chi-Chi when they were still in diapers, and as the ancient saying goes, these opposites attracted.
"I've got an idea. Why don't we go to the mall?" Seeing her friend almost explode with anger she quickly continued.
"I mean, we could go to that martial arts store, right? They have tons of weights, and more punching bags. That was your last one, right?"
Chi-Chi sighed. "Alright," she said. " We can go to the mall. I'll buy my stuff while you scope out weaklings on steroids. We'll grab a bite to eat, too. Fine!?"
Bemi giggled. "Yeah! Let's get you changed into some more appropriate clothes, though."
Launching herself at her best friends closet, she disappeared momentarily in an avalanche of clothes. After a few seconds, she popped up, holding a black tank top and some baggy jeans. Shoving them at her friend, she waited while Chi-Chi changed in the bathroom.
Meanwhile, Bemi jumped out of the window of her friend's house into the nearby cherry tree, and slid down. Reaching into her jacket pocket, she found a capsule and threw it. A silver convertible suddenly appeared in a puff of smoke.
Laughing, she glanced up at her friend's window. "Hey, Chi! Come down already!"
Chi-Chi's head suddenly peeked out of the window. "Okay," she shouted. Leaping right out of the window, she landed gracefully on her feet beside Bemi.
"Get inside," Bemi said, jumping into her convertible.
Chi-Chi groaned. "On to the torture chamber," she muttered.
* * * * * *
"Here, try this on."
The pair had finished shopping at the martial arts store, which, coincidentally, was called The Martial Arts Store, and Bemi had somehow managed to drag Chi-Chi into a large department store, where she was forcing her to try on any outfit she could get her hands on.
Chi-Chi groaned and disappeared into the dressing room. Reappearing a few minutes later, she suspiciously shot a glance around.
"You look absolutely fabulous," Bemi squealed.
"I look like an absolutely fabulous slut!" Chi-Chi said in the low, silky voice that indicated that she was about to fly into a rage.
Bemi sighed. She didn't look that bad. The neckline was a bit low, to tell the truth, and it was very formfitting, but Chi-Chi had a fabulous figure. It was simply that she had spent her entire life wearing a martial arts gi, so now she refused to wear anything more revealing. She hid a smile. Time to pull out the heavy artillery...
She whipped out a photograph and showed it to the young princess.
Chi-Chi glanced at the photo and blanched. "Give me that picture!" she screeched. She lunged for the picture, but Bemi sidestepped, sending Chi-Chi falling flat on her face. Unfazed, she shot up and tried to snatch the photo from Bemi, who was holding it above her head.
"Now, if you'll prance around practically in underwear, why won't you wear this nice halter top with matching capris?"
Chi-Chi looked at her photo. She was wearing a purple outfit that looked suspiciously like a bikini. It had been her favorite outfit when she was younger. In fact, it had been the exact same choice of clothes that she had been wearing the day she first met Goku.
"I was too young to know any better," she whined.
Bemi threw her head back and laughed. "You were twelve, Chi! If that's not old enough to know better, what is?"
Chi-chi sighed, defeated. She knew the only way to get out of this one was to wear the damn outfit. "Fine," she said. "I'll buy the stupid outfit. But you owe me, okay? In other words, you talk your petty little guy friends into sparring with me."
Bemi cocked her head and shrugged. She knew what had happened at Chi-Chi's last sparring match with her friends. Sure, everyone was expected to make a complete recovery, but she'd have a hard time convincing the few that were still mostly in one piece. 'Oh well,' she thought. 'With my charm, they can't possibly resist me.'
"'Kay," she said loudly. " Let's get out of here."
The duo walked to the register, struggling to carry the piles of clothes they were weighted with. As Chi-Chi and Bemi reluctantly plunked the $300+ on the counter, they spotted two guys waving at them. Grabbing the heavy bags, they stumbled over to the pair. Grinning, they recognized some of their best friends, Senche and Omoshi.
"Hey kid," Senche said, throwing his arm around Bemi. Tall, blond, loud, and extremely muscular, he was the opposite of Omoshi. Omoshi was of medium height, dark blue hair, lean, and shy around everyone except his best friends. You wouldn't think it, but Omoshi was stronger than Senche, and the two trained together everyday. Both were handsome and popular, and Bemi and Chi-Chi's closest friends.
Chi-Chi threw a grin at Omoshi, and held her bags out to him. "Help a poor, weak girl carry her clothes," she asked, throwing a winning smile at him. Omoshi laughed. "Sure," he exclaimed. "After all, what would all of you weak women do without us big, strong men?" Chi-Chi snorted and tossed her head, walking past him. "Never mind," she said haughtily. "I can manage." He laughed and grabbed her bags, stumbling under the weight of them. Senche picked up Bemi's bags, almost being driven into the floor with the weight.
"Damn," they both exclaimed. "How do you carry these?"
Chi-Chi and Bemi shrugged, walking past the struggling boys. Chi-Chi threw her punching bag over her shoulder, carrying it easily. Strolling into the parking lot, they popped open their capsule car. As the four threw their bags into the trunk, they squeezed into the convertible. Bemi plopped down in front of the steering wheel, Senche sat next to her, and Chi-Chi and Omoshi squeezed into the back seat. Bemi started the car, and sped away from the parking lot, driving recklessly around cars and stop signs. As her passengers screamed in terror, she laughed insanely and sped to Mt. Paozu.
* * * * * *
"Come on," Chi-Chi sneered, crouching down into her sparring stance. Tossing her long ponytail over her shoulder, she stared at her two opponents. The only two in the entire village that could offer her some kind of challenge. In other words, Omoshi and Senche.
With a loud yell, the pair launched themselves at Chi-Chi. They had no reserve fighting her, for the simple reason that Chi-Chi was stronger than the two put together, and she would hold nothing back.
Omoshi brought his legs up and kicked her, while Senche threw an uppercut right at her chin. Chi-Chi blocked each of the blows with ease, while unleashing her own furious attack on the pair. They were able to block quite a few of the young warrior's blows, but many connected. The next few hours were spent in a similar fashion. Each side trying their hardest to injure their opponents; Chi-Chi getting hit every now and then, while blows rained down on Senche and Omoshi.
After a few hours, the trio lay on the floor, covered with sweat and panting heavily. Just then Bemi and Gyuu Maou walked in.
"So," Chi-Chi's father said. "Another long training session, huh?"
The three laughed weakly and rolled over to look at him. "You could say that," they all said simultaneously.
Bemi wrinkled her nose in disdain. "I will never understand how the three of you can spend hours each day drowning in your own sweat while you get the crap beaten out of you. It makes no sense. You'd think you all actually like getting hit."
Chi-Chi staggered to her feet and pulled the other two up. "You couldn't understand," she laughed. "You're not a fighter. There's a thrill that you get when you're fighting. It's like the joy that you get when you see the cutest outfit on the clearance rack. And anyway, I have to train for the Tenkaichi Boudaki, remember?"
Bemi groaned. "Like you would ever let me forget? If you're not talking about that long lost love of yours, you're talking about that martial arts tournament."
Chi-Chi and Gyuu Maou both winced at the reminder of Goku. He glanced quickly down at his daughter to see if she would once again call up the remembrance of Goku, or if she would let it go.
Chi-Chi chose the latter. "I know," she sighed. "I just really want to win. I know that I can, and that I'm strong enough. Come on. I need some support over here!"
During this conversation, Omoshi and Senche had sat down on the bench that was connected to the side of the gym. At this, Senche spoke.
"Chi-Chi's right, kid. You know that she loves to fight. And we all gotta give her support, right? I mean, you are gonna be cheering her on at the Tournament, right?"
Bemi sighed. "Yeah. I don't understand you three, but that's not going to stop me from rooting for Chi. I mean, you all are my best friends, right?"
Gyuu Maou laughed. "Well," he started. "I'll leave you kids to your own devices." He began walking toward the door, the turned around. "By the way, Bemi. You're mother just called. She has to go away to India on a business trip for a week. You can stay over until then."
Bemi and Chi-Chi slapped hands and laughed. "Sleepover!" they cried. Senche, Omoshi, and Gyuu Maou sighed and shook their heads.
Chi-Chi's father turned and walked out of the training room. Immediately the trio of warriors sunk back into their sparring forms. Bemi sighed and sat down on the bench. "Well," she said disdainfully. "I might as well try to teach my dog to sing 'Silent Night.'"
* * * * * *
"So, tell me again about Goku."
It was around 9 o'clock at night. Omoshi and Senche had long since gone home, and Chi-Chi and Bemi were having their sleepover. The two had spent the last hour talking about their families and schoolwork, but, as most sleepovers go, they were now discussing their love lives.
Chi-Chi rolled over on her back and stared up at the ceiling. A small, peaceful smile graced her face. She closed her eyes and sighed. Many memories came bubbling to the surface. After a moment, she began speaking.
"He was the nicest guy I've ever known," she began.
"Nicer than Omoshi?" Bemi asked unbelievingly.
Chi-Chi grinned and nodded. "Yeah, nicer than Omoshi. There was a kind of playful innocence about him. He was so naïve, and so trusting. It didn't matter though. Goku was so powerful, but it was more than that. There was a feeling about him. When you were with him, you knew everything was going to be okay. And it always was. Always. Like when the Red Ribbon Army attacked our village. I was so frightened. I just randomly threw the blade on my helmet around, hoping that I would hit someone. He just fought. He defeated the Red Ribbon soldiers all by himself. One twelve-year-old boy beat an entire army, and one of the most powerful ones in the world, at that. I guess it just never crossed his mind that he could lose."
Bemi sighed. "That is so sweet. I mean, I'm going to marry Senche one of these days, but he's nothing like your Goku. You never told me how you met."
A blissful smile once again spread across her face, and a faint blush covered her cheeks. "Remember about seven years ago Fry Pan Mountain was engulfed in flames. Well, my dad had sent me to get the Bansho Fan from the legendary martial artist Muten Roshi. Along my way I happened to find a huge dinosaur that, well, decided I looked like a pretty filling meal. I defeated him, and afterwards I met a man that told me that he loved me. He was kind of cute, but he left before I could find out his name. Then, a young, extremely kawaii boy came, flying on a golden cloud, and asked if I was Chi-Chi. I told him that I was, and he said that my father had sent him to help me on my mission. I hopped up on his cloud, which he called Kintoun, and we sped of to Muten Roshi's island. We didn't get the Bansho Fan, but Roshi himself came and put out the fire with his Kamehameha. That was the first time I had ever seen him. He promised that he'd think about me, and sure enough, he remembered the next time I saw him. We were right about to get married, when he had to leave again."
Bemi gasped. "You almost got married? " she whispered almost reverently. "And you were only twelve!"
Chi-Chi smiled and nodded. "Yeah. But there's no law here in Japan that says you have to be a certain age to get married. It didn't matter, anyway. I love him."
Bemi nodded sleepily and yawned. She loved Senche with all her heart, but she still sometimes wished that he'd be a bit sweeter. She mumbled something about duckies and bunnies, and stupid boyfriends, before falling fast asleep.
As for our lovely heroine, she was wide-awake. Chi-Chi sighed. Every time she thought about Goku, she couldn't help the small shiver that ran up her spine. 'Just you wait, my little Goku,' she thought. 'I'll find you. Maybe even at the Tenkaichi Boudaki. I don't care. But I'll find you, corner you, and then we'll get married. She grinned. 'You can't get rid of me that easily. I am woman, hear me roar, ho ho ho!
A/N: So what do you think? I think that this chapter turned out nicely. It was longer than the last one, at least. Come on everyone, you gotta R/R! If you don't...*clutches heart in agony*... I won't be able to write! Please, give me feedback.