~ An- Hey hey all! So, it's been awhile! I would like to BEG you all to
forgive me in my tardiness of updating. I have had NO time to type this up!
The only reason I can now is that it is my March break! Anyway, please
don't expect another update until ATLEAST the second week of April. I'm in
my school musical and we have practice EVERY and I mean every, day! And the
week after the musical, I have my midterms...so I'll be busy for about a
month. Also, a few of you have commented on how wimpy (for lack of a better
word) I have made Chichi in this story. I totally admire Chichi and think
she is one of the strongest female characters in DBZ, and I apologize if I
made her a little...wimpy in this. My view was that for this story, she would
have realized from a young age, that if she just did what she was told, she
wouldn't be hurt. That's really the reason I made her 'wimpy'...and again,
sorry if there are some of you who don't like that!
Anyway, on to the story!
Disclaimer- don't own and never will
Chapter three
Kakkrot arrived with Chichi still in his arms moments after taking off, and Vegeta and Krillin, carrying Bulma and 18, arrived only seconds after him.
Vegeta abruptly dropped Bulma to the hard ground and stalked off down on of the castle hallways. Before he had disappeared into the shadows of the horribly lit hallway, Vegeta had instructed Kakkrot and Krillin to show the 'wenches' to the slave room.
"That stupid...!" Bulma started to fume quietly.
"He's always like that," Krillin replied off handily, after hearing Bulma's quiet and unflattering words towards the Sayijin prince.
Bulma was silent for a moment, waiting for the Sayijin to turn and A, hit her, or B, scream at her. She was in utter shock when Krillin did neither.
~ Why...why isn't he yelling at her or something? She just insulted the prince! ~ Chichi thought as she eyed the two Sayijins with surprised eyes. It seemed as though they didn't care that a slave had spoken ill of their prince.
"Come on," Kakkrot told them simply, waving his hand in the direction he and Krillin started to walk in. Chichi, Bulma and 18 followed quietly behind.
The two Sayijins lead them down a staircase that spiraled down to the very bottom of the large palace. Then, on the bottom, they were led down a dark and dreary hallway that led to a use oak door.
"This is the slave room," Krillin told them when they arrived, " it's where you'll...live. There should be some other slave who will explain your duties to you later. But right now, I'll tell you this. Don't get pushy with anyone in this palace. You might have been able to get away with it at your former residences, but here you'll be killed on the spot,"
"We have to go," Kakkrot now spoke, more to Krillin than to the three girls, "we have training. You three can just stay in this room for today, but tomorrow you'll have to work,"
Without another word, Kakkrot and Krillin turned and left the three humans. Once they were out of sight, the three wordlessly turned and pushed open the door to their new 'home'.
The room itself was huge, but it was littered with so many small blankets and bundles of clothes, that you could barely see the gray floor. There was absolutely no furniture in the room, and every thing was dull, hard gray.
They sat down quietly on one of the few clean looking blankets. All at once, the three started to fire questions at each other.
"What happened?!" "Where have been?!" "How was it there?!" "Was it really bad?!" "Have you seen anyone else we knew?!" "What about my brother?!"
The questions all were fired at once, so only gibberish could be heard.
"Guys! Guys!" 18 exclaimed, holding up her hands singling stop, " We'll never get a word in if we don't talk at separate times!"
The three burst out laughing and stopped only when the door to the room opened. In stepped a short, young looking human. He had brown hair and had dirty skin and clothes.
"Hi," he spoke dully, no emotion showing in his voice nor face, " are you the three new slaves,"
"Yes," Chichi spoke, her voice a little uncertain, "and you are?"
"My name's Ryan, I'm a slave too. Two of the royal guards ordered me to come and tell you your routines. One of you will have to rise before sunrise every day to cook, because the old cook was whipped to death. Everyone else will rise at daybreak and help clean up with dishes. You are not to leave this room after nightfall or before dawn. If you are caught, you'll most likely be killed. Anyway, each of you will do whatever chores are assigned to you during the morning, and the three of you are assigned as personal attendants after lunch. You, the blonde, have Krillin, a royal guard. The blue haired chick has prince Vegeta and the other one gets Kakkrot who is also a royal guard. Remember, just do what you're told and you might survive,"
With that, the boy got up and left the room, leaving the three girls alone.
"Welcome to hell," 18 muttered just loudly for the others to hear.
. . . . . .
Kakkrot and Krillin walked down the giant corridor and into the training room.
Vegeta was already there, shooting off Ki blasts at the poor far wall.
~ Poor wall ~ Kakkrot thought with a smirk "Hey Vegeta!"
Vegeta looked up with a Ki blast still in his hand, which he then fired at Kakkrot and Krillin.
Kakkrot let out a loud laugh and batted the blast away like you would a fly.
"Kakkrot! You, me spar now!" Vegeta commanded and fell into a fighting stance.
Krillin moved out of the way and waited for the fighting to begin. Too bad he didn't have any popcorn.
. . . . . .
The rest of the day wore on and soon it was nightfall.
The other slaves entered to room and glumly greeted Chichi, Bulma and 18. At around Ten, when the sky was completely black and a dark crescent moon hung low in the star filled sky, sending beams of moonlight through the top of an open window. The three girls went to sleep, expecting a hard day in front of them.
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~ An- well, there it is, another chapter! Remember, I won't be able to update until April! Anyway, please review...and kindly if at all possible! Much love! ~
Anyway, on to the story!
Disclaimer- don't own and never will
Chapter three
Kakkrot arrived with Chichi still in his arms moments after taking off, and Vegeta and Krillin, carrying Bulma and 18, arrived only seconds after him.
Vegeta abruptly dropped Bulma to the hard ground and stalked off down on of the castle hallways. Before he had disappeared into the shadows of the horribly lit hallway, Vegeta had instructed Kakkrot and Krillin to show the 'wenches' to the slave room.
"That stupid...!" Bulma started to fume quietly.
"He's always like that," Krillin replied off handily, after hearing Bulma's quiet and unflattering words towards the Sayijin prince.
Bulma was silent for a moment, waiting for the Sayijin to turn and A, hit her, or B, scream at her. She was in utter shock when Krillin did neither.
~ Why...why isn't he yelling at her or something? She just insulted the prince! ~ Chichi thought as she eyed the two Sayijins with surprised eyes. It seemed as though they didn't care that a slave had spoken ill of their prince.
"Come on," Kakkrot told them simply, waving his hand in the direction he and Krillin started to walk in. Chichi, Bulma and 18 followed quietly behind.
The two Sayijins lead them down a staircase that spiraled down to the very bottom of the large palace. Then, on the bottom, they were led down a dark and dreary hallway that led to a use oak door.
"This is the slave room," Krillin told them when they arrived, " it's where you'll...live. There should be some other slave who will explain your duties to you later. But right now, I'll tell you this. Don't get pushy with anyone in this palace. You might have been able to get away with it at your former residences, but here you'll be killed on the spot,"
"We have to go," Kakkrot now spoke, more to Krillin than to the three girls, "we have training. You three can just stay in this room for today, but tomorrow you'll have to work,"
Without another word, Kakkrot and Krillin turned and left the three humans. Once they were out of sight, the three wordlessly turned and pushed open the door to their new 'home'.
The room itself was huge, but it was littered with so many small blankets and bundles of clothes, that you could barely see the gray floor. There was absolutely no furniture in the room, and every thing was dull, hard gray.
They sat down quietly on one of the few clean looking blankets. All at once, the three started to fire questions at each other.
"What happened?!" "Where have been?!" "How was it there?!" "Was it really bad?!" "Have you seen anyone else we knew?!" "What about my brother?!"
The questions all were fired at once, so only gibberish could be heard.
"Guys! Guys!" 18 exclaimed, holding up her hands singling stop, " We'll never get a word in if we don't talk at separate times!"
The three burst out laughing and stopped only when the door to the room opened. In stepped a short, young looking human. He had brown hair and had dirty skin and clothes.
"Hi," he spoke dully, no emotion showing in his voice nor face, " are you the three new slaves,"
"Yes," Chichi spoke, her voice a little uncertain, "and you are?"
"My name's Ryan, I'm a slave too. Two of the royal guards ordered me to come and tell you your routines. One of you will have to rise before sunrise every day to cook, because the old cook was whipped to death. Everyone else will rise at daybreak and help clean up with dishes. You are not to leave this room after nightfall or before dawn. If you are caught, you'll most likely be killed. Anyway, each of you will do whatever chores are assigned to you during the morning, and the three of you are assigned as personal attendants after lunch. You, the blonde, have Krillin, a royal guard. The blue haired chick has prince Vegeta and the other one gets Kakkrot who is also a royal guard. Remember, just do what you're told and you might survive,"
With that, the boy got up and left the room, leaving the three girls alone.
"Welcome to hell," 18 muttered just loudly for the others to hear.
. . . . . .
Kakkrot and Krillin walked down the giant corridor and into the training room.
Vegeta was already there, shooting off Ki blasts at the poor far wall.
~ Poor wall ~ Kakkrot thought with a smirk "Hey Vegeta!"
Vegeta looked up with a Ki blast still in his hand, which he then fired at Kakkrot and Krillin.
Kakkrot let out a loud laugh and batted the blast away like you would a fly.
"Kakkrot! You, me spar now!" Vegeta commanded and fell into a fighting stance.
Krillin moved out of the way and waited for the fighting to begin. Too bad he didn't have any popcorn.
. . . . . .
The rest of the day wore on and soon it was nightfall.
The other slaves entered to room and glumly greeted Chichi, Bulma and 18. At around Ten, when the sky was completely black and a dark crescent moon hung low in the star filled sky, sending beams of moonlight through the top of an open window. The three girls went to sleep, expecting a hard day in front of them.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
~ An- well, there it is, another chapter! Remember, I won't be able to update until April! Anyway, please review...and kindly if at all possible! Much love! ~