A/N: Hiya people! Okay, the first official chapter of Love of the Sun is here. I wish I could have come up with a less corny title *lol*. Well, tough. Okay, I put in a lot of work on this story so far, and I'm so happy I got reviews. You all make me so happy *wipes a tear of joy* Heh heh, well, let's go. On to the story!

Disclaimer: Psychiatrist- Say it with me. I don't own Dragonball Z. Come on, you can do it.

Scroll One::Record One

Something has taken control now/Your life's hopes and dreams are gone/ Are you satisfied with your life now?

"Love can sometimes be magic, but magic can be an illusion."

Chi-Chi gazed down at the awe-struck, black-topped heads staring up at her in silence. She smiled and reached a hand down to ruffle one of those tiny heads. The owner of the head squirmed under her touch and grinned up at her.

It was obvious that the story was over, but none of the children that made up her audience wanted to leave. Reluctantly, one by one the children stood up, touched the small gold ring that Chi-Chi wore on her little finger, and hugged her legs, before rushing off to their parents or chores.

The final child, a little girl, walked shyly up to her, stroked the ring, and stepped back, staring up at Chi-Chi's face. She hesitated, then, summoning up her courage, the little girl asked a question. "Miss Chi-Chi, I have a question." The tiny girl faltered for a second, then bravely continued. "Where did that story come from? It's awfully strange. I thought that love was forever."

Chi-Chi smiled down at her. "Yes, little one. Love is forever. But sometimes, love isn't love. A person may be wrong when they think they love someone." A wistful look flashed across her face, and then the cheerful smile was back in place. "But don't worry, little gold. I can see. You will know love soon."

The little girl smiled hesitantly and backed away. There was no denying the Priestess' predictions, but it was always uncomfortable being witness to one. She turned around and started to run, then stopped and glanced over her shoulder. "Priestess," she began. Chi-Chi glanced up from a basket containing various herbs and nodded. The girl's eyes darkened, appearing strangely smoky and misty.

"Life's a prison when you're in love alone. You won't be in you're bonds much longer."

Chi-Chi covered the ground between them in less than a second, and knelt down, grabbing the little one's shoulders. "Pretty one, what does that mean?" she asked, her voice desperate and urgent. A wild look flashed in Chi-Chi's eyes and then vanished.

The tiny girl smiled hesitantly once more, and spoke, voice low and silky. "It'll be over soon." Her head shook slightly, and she grinned. "I have to go, Priestess." She turned around and began walking.

Chi-Chi was standing straight, shoulders shaking slightly. She suddenly called out, voice quavering slightly. "Bye, little one."

The small girl turned around and bowed low, answering back. "Bye, Mama."

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A few days had passed. Chi-Chi sat down in front of the massive chart that covered most of the east wall and let her eyes wander across it. It was covered with stars and planets, and hundreds of lines of complicated script. Very few could interpret the ancient runes, but she was a Priestess. She was one of the First People. No knowledge was hidden from her.

Not for the first time, Chi-Chi stood up and studied a small patch of stars in the exact center of the chart. It was a puzzle; there was something different about this particular patch of stars, but no Priest could quite put their finger on it.

"You're there again, aren't you?"

The words were more of a statement, an observation, than a question. Chi-Chi jumped instinctively, then settled down. "Yes," she whispered. "I'm there, but I don't know where it is. I don't know what it is."

"No one does, Priestess." A well-built teenager sat down beside her and stared up at the chart. "But you're close. I can feel it." He smiled benignly and reached for her hand, pulling her down to sit next to him. "You'll find the answer soon, big sister."

Chi-Chi grinned at him and lay her head on his shoulder affectionately. "Thank you, Gyuu." She frowned slightly. "I can't stop thinking about it, though."

Chi-Chi stood up again and hauled him up. Breath coming in ragged gasps, she traced a hand gently on the patch of starts. She could feel the power and energy practically emanating from that small patch. Sighing slightly, she closed her eyes, allowing the warmth to radiate through her entire body. Her body suddenly went rigid and her eyes snapped open. A tiny smile hovered across her lips, only to be replaced by an angry scowl.

"I almost had it for a second," she whispered. "I could almost feel it," Chi-Chi faltered. "I know that this is important, but I can't tell why."

With an angry growl of frustration, she slammed her fist into the adobe wall, earning a startled jump from her brother. With a sigh she slumped against the wall, holding her face in her hands. Gyuu placed a hand on her shoulder and spoke gently.

"Don't worry about it, sister." He grinned happily. "Don't worry. I feel the answer, whatever it is, will arrive soon. The gods will grant you your answer."

* * * * * *

In her dreams, Chi-Chi was crying. Not too loudly, so as not to wake the child slumbering in her arms. Just soft, shuddering gasps of pain. She laid her head down on the soft blanket covering the sleeping babe, her sobs muffled in the fabric. In her mind she knew that she was dreaming, but the fact wasn't registering.

Chi-Chi lifted her tear-stained face from the cloth and stared around at the mists blanketing her surroundings. She hiccuped slightly and turned her head in all directions, looking for any traces of life. Crying out softly, her ear craned, desperately searching for any sound.

"Mama?" Chi-Chi sobbed again, but stubbornly searched the mists for signs. "Papa?" She paused again, wondering if she had heard a sound. "Gyuu? Gyuu?" She buried her head in the cloth again, closing her mind to the sounds of pain and hate reverberating through her mind. A small cry of pain burst forth from her lips, echoing in the mist. The small baby in her arms shuddered and began crying, wails that sliced the air.

The tears in Chi-Chi's eyes automatically disappeared, and she made a soft cooing noise, cuddling the baby to her chest. "Shh, little brother," she whispered. The babe giggled softly and buried his head in her chest, begging for milk. Chi-Chi giggled and shook her head. "All right, little brother." She patted her swollen stomach. "I'll give you all I have right now, but in a few months you'll have to share.

She looked around happily, the pain of the moments before forgotten, giving way to pure joy at the little baby in her arms. "Today is you're first birthday. So, what will I name you, baby brother?" Chi-Chi smiled, mind searching for a name. "All right, brother. Gyuu. Do you like that? Gyuu Maou. After your father."

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A little confused? I mean, isn't this story about Goku and Chi-Chi? Well, it'll clear up in a little while. After all, it's my job to bring things to light.

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Chi-Chi sat, kneeling before the large golden statue of Tezcatlipoca. She had been in this position for the past five hours, but over the years, her legs had become accustomed to the position and they didn't become sore anymore.

Eyes wide and unblinking, she stared up at the god. "The Sun," she whispered. Her eyes closed, and her form crumpled. Chi-Chi sighed softly, her mind focusing on a mental picture of the Sun. Slowly, her breaths grew deep and even, and she fell asleep.

Chi-Chi knelt down, nursing a tiny baby. Nearby, a toddler was playing with his golden bracelets, making tiny noises of approval. She cooed quietly to the little babe, and ruffled the toddler's crop of hair. Laughing, the toddler grabbed her finger and nibbled on it.

Chi-Chi grinned and laughed loudly. Outside, the sounds of the hustle and bustle of the city were still loud and noisy, but slowly drawing to a close. A few children stopped and waved at her through the open door, and their parents smiled and nodded.

Only minutes later, the outdoor noise had almost stopped, and the sun had completely set. Chi-Chi placed the baby in a pouch across her chest, and grabbed the toddler's hand. She walked over and lit a large fire in the middle of the room, light enveloping the entire room.

Sitting down in front of the fire, the two children in her lap, she started singing, a low, haunting melody of pain and happiness. Almost without her noticing, the babies fell asleep. She kept on singing, and was taken completely by surprise when a low voice called out to her.

"Have you figured it out yet?"

Chi-Chi crushed the two babies to her chest and spun around. Placing them on a blanket, she raised her arms in defense, her narrowed eyes taking everything in at a glance. A tall man was leaning against the east wall, playing with the large chart.

She took a step forward, hiding the children from view. "What the hell are you doing here?" she demanded. The man glanced over at her before looking back at the chart.

"Have you figured it out yet?" he repeated. A glow was beginning to form around him, and his eyes were wide and unblinking. Chi-Chi relaxed slightly. In the back of her mind, she knew that she was dreaming, and that the person in front of her wasn't even really human. She walked up to the wall and placed her hand on the chart. Her gaze drifted over the patch of stars that was confusing her so much. The man smiled at her. "Let me help you."

He placed a hand on her shoulder, and she shuddered slightly. His hand was burning hot, and with a start she realized exactly who he was and why he had come.

He grabbed her hand and held it over the cluster of stars. "What is the name of this one?" he asked. "And this one. And this one. And what happens when those two align? How many stars are there? Do you realize that they are forming five circles, which together makes a large one? Put it all together."

With a start, Chi-Chi woke up. She bolted up and shot out of the door of the temple, running as fast as she could toward her home.

She spun around a corner, bowling into her brother and knocking him over. Not even bothering to say 'sorry,' she sprung up and was running faster than ever.

Gasping for breath, Chi-Chi ran into her house. She slid to a stop as soon as she entered. There was her daughter, staring up at the chart and speaking quietly. Her daughter's eyes were large and unblinking, and they looked almost as if they were glowing. Her daughter suddenly shivered and turned slowly around. Her eyes lost the strange glow and she grinned up at her mother. "Hi Mama," she called. "I'm gonna go and play."

Her daughter skipped out of the house, and joined a group of children, running and laughing. Chi-Chi shook her head to clear up any confusion. "She was probably just curious. It's not the first time she's looked at it," she said loudly, trying to convince herself.

She slowly walked up to it, and stood staring up at it. With a cry of frustration, she tore the cloth chart down of the wall, and laid it on the floor. Her finger slid over the stars, marking each one. Her eyebrows furrowed, as she struggled to remember everything her dream had stated. She numbered every single one of the stars in the patch, naming each of them. Chi-Chi grabbed a knife, and began writing on the earth floor, noting every number.

Finally, Chi-Chi finished counting every one, and totaled the numbers on the floor. She lay her head on her hands, shaking away the confusion. With a flash of comprehension, she took the five sets of numbers and added them together. Shaking her head slowly, she found the three stars that were brighter than all the rest, and were, by some strange fate, perfectly aligned. She translated their ancient names into the modern language, and stood up rapidly.

All of a sudden, the numbers were adding up, and she understood everything.

Everything.

Chi-Chi backed away from the chart lying on the floor, until her back was pressed against the opposite wall. Her daughter walked in. "Mama," she said. "Guess what I learned! The giants are coming back near the wall! The priest says don't worry, because they'll never find the entrance to the city. The priest also says that the tigers are going to come back again. He says that the last time they came was thirty-five years ago. He says we have to be careful, or they could eat all of us."

Chi-Chi shot past her daughter. There was only one thought on her mind, and that was confirming her discovery. Because if she was right… well, she just had to hope that she wasn't right.

With a final burst of speed, she shot into the entrance of Tezcatlipoca's temple. The statue of him was in a far room, and she slid to a halt in front of the idol. Closing the door behind her, she kneeled hastily in front of the figure and closed her eyes. Almost immediately, her form crumpled, and she fell asleep.

"You went too far."

Chi-Chi spun around to face the speaker. He was completely black, and darkness seemed to almost radiate from him. It wasn't the first time that Chi-Chi had glimpsed him in dreams, and she feel to her knees. "Sun." she whispered reverently. "Tezcatlipoca."

"You went too far, Priestess," he repeated. "You walked where you should not have."

Chi-Chi shook her head in confusion, staring at his feet so she wouldn't have to look at his blazing eyes. "I don't get it. How did I go too far? Your messenger gave me the answer. He came from you."

The god shook his head almost pityingly. "The messenger has been punished. He wasn't sent from me. Your mate acted on his own accord."

Chi-Chi glanced up at him. "Gyuu is the spirit of my mate, and he's your messenger. I thought his job was to protect me and speak on your behalf. He would never let me go too far."

Tezcatlipoca smiled kindly. "That's where you're wrong. The messenger is the spirit of your mate, and even unconsciously, he wants to protect you. Therefore, I granted him the ability to do so, even if he would be punished. He wants to protect you from what will come. From what you have seen."

She shook her head again. "I don't understand. How is anything going to protect me from what will happen later? There's no way to escape."

The god frowned. "There is only one way to escape what will happen, and that is to die peacefully." Chi-Chi gasped, but he continued. "Only one is allowed to see the events that will take place, and it was not you. Only one Priestess will be able to predict the deaths. Can you guess who it will be? Can you see who the gods picked?"

Chi-Chi could feel a tug on her spirit. All of a sudden, everything became clear. "Yes. I can tell who the Priestess will be."

"My daughter. My little Chi-Chi."

Gyuu Maou knew something was wrong. He could tell something had happened, something bad. His walk turned to a jog, which turned into a full-fledged run. Despite his size, he was extremely quick, and reached his house in no time. When he entered, there was Little Chi-Chi, staring at the chart lying on the floor.

"Uncle," she said. "Where did Mama go? I was just telling her about the tigers. Then she ran."

Gyuu Maou swept up his niece in his arms, and took off toward the temple. It was the only place outside of home that his sister had ever gone, other than the marketplace and a few games. Running into the large building, he placed Little Chi-Chi on the ground beside him and walked slowly to the room that contained the large statue of Tezcatlipoca. He could see the crumpled figure that lay before it. His stomach twinged in pain.

He choked back a sob, and clenched his fists. He was about to continue walking toward the limp body, when his niece shot past him.

"Mama!" she screamed. Tears rolled unchecked on her tiny face. Little Chi-Chi grabbed her mother's hand and wrung it. "Oh Mama! Mama, wake up, please! Please Mama, you have to wake up." Little Chi-Chi coughed and hiccuped, the tears coursing down her face looking strangely like blood. Her little body went limp, and she threw herself on her mother's body, sobs racking her form. Gyuu Maou knelt beside his sister's limp body, a single tear running down the side of his face. "Little Chi-Chi, please stop."

The little girl shook her head wildly. Her head tossed back, and she screamed.

* * * * * *

~ Seven years later ~

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"So you see, if you close your eyes in fear for even a second, it'll only pierce through."

Gyuu Maou hung on her every word, studying his sister's movements like a hawk. Chi-Chi was throwing a short spear at a target on the wall, instructing him on how to dodge any kind of object. Her eyes narrowed in concentration, and she hurled the spear. It landed in the exact center of the target. "If you're going to react at all, it has to be immediate." She tossed the spear at her brother. "Throw."

Gyuu was confident in his sister's abilities, but even so threw the spear a bit slower than usual. In the time it took the projectile to reach Chi-Chi's position, she had moved out of the way and thrust her hand out to grab the spear in mid-air.

There were gasps of awe from the children who had been watching the exhibition. She bowed slightly and patted each of their heads. "Go along," she said, smiling. "You're parents are calling you." The kids all squealed and ran out, pushing one another out of the way.

Gyuu Maou turned to his sister, a frown covering his face. His frown increased until it turned almost into a grimace. "Why do you do that?" he asked calmly. Chi-Chi's face was completely innocent. "I have no idea what you're talking about." She said calmly, but anger was just barely lacing her voice. Gyuu growled in frustration and punched his fist into the wall. This time, the rage in Chi-Chi's voice was much more evident.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

Gyuu roared in anger and hurled the spear directly toward the center of the target in the wall. Chi-Chi's form blurred and she snatched the spear in mid-air. This time, Gyuu Maou answered her a lot more calmly. "That's exactly what I'm talking about. You're going to get yourself killed one of these days, and for some reason I think it will be intentional."

Chi-Chi recovered quickly. "I don't know why you would think that. I'm smart and strong enough to do anything. If you think a spear can kill me, you're sadly mistaken."

The scorn in his voice was obvious. "Oh really, Priestess," he said, a sneer on his face. "I think you're overestimating yourself." His face was suddenly shoved into the floor. Chi-Chi stood above him, her fist extended and face red with rage. Her form shuddered and then slumped. She buried her face in her hands. "I'm sorry," she whispered. Gyuu stood up slowly, rubbing his cheek where her fist had connected. "It's all right," he said, his anger draining out of him. "You're right. It would take a lot to kill you, and I'm sure it wouldn't be on purpose." He smiled. "Just take care of yourself, okay? You're the only Priestess we have."

* * * * * *

Chi-Chi lay in bed. Her soft sobs were racking her body, and she wanted so much to scream in pain and hurt and loss. She could feel the sobs catching in her throat, the pressure in her heart. It was so hard. It hurt so much. To watch everything you love just wither away. To feel the pain of knowing that everyone was dying, and there was nothing you could do to stop it. So many dead. Mama. Papa, even before she was born. And more, dead to disease, dead to famine, dead to the tigers and giants. And she wasn't strong enough to stop it. She wasn't strong enough, she wasn't wise enough. She wasn't good enough.

Chi-Chi struggled up, her bare feet cold against the floor. Her racking sobs changed to slow tears, and then to cold, dry-eyed sadness. She padded softly to the doorway, and with a brief pause of hesitation, walked through.

Her people didn't like walking at night. Spirits, she guessed. It was just an instinctive dislike of the dark, and had no real basis. Or maybe it was because the tigers always came at night. She didn't know, but she always walked at night, when no one was around to watch or question her actions.

It was easier that way.

Chi-Chi walked up the stairs to the entrance to the temple. Slowly and quietly opening the heavy door, she grabbed a torch on the wall and walked through the dark passageways into the shrine at the back. She spent most of her time in that room, even more so than she spent at home. Chi-Chi lit the large pyre in the middle of the room, sighing in relief when light enveloped the room. She placed the torch on the floor of the room and walked over to the large star-chart that hung on the side adjacent to the large statue of Tezcatlipoca.

She had moved it there shortly after her mother had died. Because, when a Priestess dies, a relative has to take her place. Gyuu Maou didn't have the sight; he couldn't be a Priest. On the other hand, it was obvious that Chi-Chi had the potential, and that it could be tapped. So she had been made Priestess immediately after her mother's death.

Her eyes closed, once again playing over the mystery of her mother's death. Her mother had been completely healthy; there was no reason for her to have died. The only answer was that she must have enraged the gods somehow, and they had ordered her death. But that was as unlikely as any other solution. There was just no reason. She sighed. It didn't matter. It did not bode well with the gods to go snooping around in their business.

Chi-Chi reached up on her tiptoes and un-hung the chart, laying it carefully on the floor. She smoothed out all the wrinkles and studied it carefully, eyes slowly rolling over every single detail. She slid her finger over the tapestry delicately. The fabric was centuries old, and was slowly decaying. She frowned. It was a miracle that it had survived this long. Probably some spell or enchantment had been placed on it to make it this durable.

Her eyes slid over the patch of stars in the direct middle. Her gaze wandered lazily over it, just like her mother's had. Her eyelids drooped, and she slowly lay down beside the chart. Chi-Chi sighed sleepily and let her eyes wander over to the huge statue that towered over her. It was beautiful in a frightening, terrible way. Huge and strong, every muscle carefully sculpted. There was an almost angry look on his face, one that contrasted greatly with his wise and caring eyes. Half asleep, Chi-Chi wondered if Tezcatlipoca really looked like his statue portrayed him. And she wondered if his eyes were the same. She yawned. She had always loved his eyes. "Will you give me the answer, one day?" she whispered. "One day…one day…one…"

She was asleep.

Will you give me the answer one day?

The thought echoed in her mind, and suddenly, she knew.

She didn't know anything. The gods worked on a much larger scale than she could possibly conceive. And she was their pawn. A pawn in their vast game of life.

Chi-Chi was asleep, but even sub-consciously, she bristled. She had always hated that word. Pawn. Deep inside, she hated the fact that she was just a pawn, a little game piece in the huge game the gods played. But she understood that was just the way it was. And either way, she wasn't just a pawn. She was a knight. She was a bishop. She was a Priestess.

And she knew. The gods acted on a much larger scale. But she knew. She would have her answer. One day, she would understand everything.

* * * * * *

Chi-Chi swept along the rooms of the house, hurriedly gathering up supplies into the woven basket in her arms. It was the first day of the first month of the year, and she was scared. Everybody else was scared, but even so, it was strange for her to be. So why was everybody so terrified? It was tradition.

On the first day of every month, a party of twenty was sent outside the walls of the city to gather herbs, food, and various other supplies to last the rest of the month. And on the first month of the year, the Priestess and Chief of the tribe were among those sent.

Chi-Chi squared her shoulders and calmly walked out of her house, her face an empty façade. Her face was painted carefully in reds and brown, all of her ceremonial gear and jewelry was being worn. She strode up to the chief, and bowed her head graciously. His furrowed brow lightened slightly and he half-smiled at her, nodding in greeting.

"It's a good day, isn't it, Priestess?"

Chi-Chi nodded at him. "Yes Chief." She raised her eyes to the sky. "The sky's clear, and the sun is shining brightly. It's good, Vegita."

(A/N: Hah! Bet you thought the Chief was gonna be Goku, huh? Well, sorry, but he's not coming yet!)

Vegita looked at her through the side of his eyes. "Have you had any feelings?" He glanced up at the sky. "Something will go wrong."

Chi-Chi sighed loudly, frowning at him. "Yes, something will go wrong. Something always does, but this time, it will not be with us." She blinked her eyes rapidly, trying to adjust to the blazing morning sun. "Someone will die, or be lost. Tigers. The giants aren't here this time of year." Vegita nodded. "Only one will die, though? That's good. Last month it was five. That was all to giants, though. But why tigers? They come at night."

Chi-Chi shrugged. "How am I supposed to know?" she asked impudently. "I just know that somebody will be lost, I don't know how it'll happen, or who it will be."

Vegita growled. "Watch your tongue, or I'll cut it off for you." Chi-Chi laughed uproariously. Vegita ground his teeth together. "If you weren't such good 'friends' with my wife, I would have killed you a long time ago. But nooo. Bulma insists on having you as the Priestess. Stupid women have no brains." He mumbled.

They both suddenly straightened, sobering instantly. The crowd of people had begun to arrive.

Half an hour later, the group of twenty crept out of the hidden doorway out of the city. As soon as they stepped outside, they were all overwhelmed by the outstanding measure of green. There were trees, grass, and herbs of every sort. Flushes of pink and red appeared every now and then where flowers were growing. It was rough terrain, and extremely hard going.

Every member of the foraging party was carrying a spear and a dagger, to protect themselves from the most basic dangers, like the smaller wild animals. A spear and dagger would have no effect on tigers and giants.

The main group split up into four smaller ones and head off into different directions, silently creeping through the forest. Chi-Chi beckoned her group to her and slipped into the lush green bushes. She had made this trip many times before, and made her way through the woods with practiced ease. Frowning slightly, she allowed herself to drift off into memories and daydreams. The frown covering her pretty face grew until it was a scowl, and a light, spiky aura swirled softly around her body. The group behind her sweatdropped and drew back a couple of steps. That in itself was a mistake.

Gyuu was in her group.

A streak of black shot out of the trees and jumped at the group, carefully avoiding the dangerous aura around Chi-Chi. Its target was the largest prey. It had been a bad winter, and it was hungry.

It vaulted out and leapt on top of him, bowling him into the ground. The large tiger brought its jaws down, below the startled face, and into the pulsing neck. It tore out Gyuu's throat before anyone could react.

The tiger backed away slightly, licking the blood that was trickling down its mouth. It growled softly in pleasure and leaned its head down, munching on Gyuu's neck.

In that moment, the world grew dim. Chi-Chi stood staring, her eyes strangely disconnected. Everything was in tones of gray, and stars were dancing across her vision. Chi-Chi's fists clenched involuntarily. The stars were turning blood red. She couldn't hear anything. All of a sudden, her entire range of vision turned bright red.

The red was from the blood of the tiger that squirted into her eyes when she buried her fist into its heart.

* * * * * *

Vegita smiled to himself. It had been a good day. They had gathered more plants and herbs than ever before. He waved his group over to him, and nodded his head toward the city, indicating that they would be heading back. They were just starting to walk to the city when he heard a group crashing through the forest toward him. He raised his spear in warning, and hoisted it up to toss it. A man ran through the foliage into the clearing. He spotted the group and walked toward them.

Vegita frowned, struggling to remember the man's name. 'Oh, yeah,' he thought. 'Yamucha.'

Yamucha ran toward him, a form cradled in his arms. Vegita squinted, trying to recognize the person in his arms. His eyes widened.

Vegita ground his teeth together. "Shit," he cursed softly. "What happened to her?" He ran forward and took Chi-Chi into his arms. She was moaning quietly, and he could hear faint sobs coming from her. His gaze shot over to Yamucha. "What the hell happened to her?" he asked, voice deadly quiet.

Yamucha clenched his fists. "We were hunting," he said. "The tiger just shot out of nowhere. It took Gyuu." Yamucha averted his eyes. Gyuu had been his best friend. "The Priestess went blood mad. She tore her fist into its heart." He paused, a faint smile covering his face. "She ate it."

Vegita stared down at the woman in his arms, his face immobile. "The tiger or the heart?"

Yamucha grinned. "Both."

Vegita nodded. "It is good." He began walking toward the city. "Find all of the groups and bring them back. Bring the body to the city. He will have a warrior's burial."

Yamucha nodded. "It is done, Chief." He ran back into the woods. At the edge of the forest, he stopped, turning around slightly.

'Chi-Chi.'

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Chi-Chi groaned, twisting in her bed. She slowly opened her eyes. Her vision focused on a face hovering worriedly in front of her. The first thing she noticed was a mane of soft aqua hair. The hair had been a mystery to her people for years, but the unique coloring had only added to Bulma's exoticness and appeal.

"Chi-Chi honey? Are you okay? Chi-Chi, wake up."

Chi-Chi moaned at the pain in her neck. Yamucha had squeezed it to knock her unconscious.

"Bulma," she whispered. "I had the most horrible dream."

The sad look on Bulma's face was all she needed to confirm her fears. Chi-Chi shook her head, a million thoughts racing through her mind. 'No,' she thought. 'No. Nonononononono.' A single tear slid down her cheek, splashing on the rough bed covering. 'No. Oh gods, please, no. It's not right. It's not fair.' More tears rolled down her face. 'He was all I had. Can't you see? He was all I had.'

Chi-Chi shook her head twice, her hands clutching the covers. Her nails pierced through the fabric and buried into her hands. Blood from her palms slowly seeped out into the cloth, staining them a bright red.

Chi-Chi bowed her head. "No," she whispered. A shudder ran through her frame before she tossed her head back and screamed.

A/N: Finally! I just read this over again, and I'm fairly happy with it, but I think I could have made it more interesting. Maybe one day, if I ever finish the story, I'll revise it. I promise the next chapter will be longer and more interesting. Oh well, tell me what you think. I need reviews more…than I need air *gasps*. Well, peace!