An- I am so sorry that it has taken this long for me to update! But believe me, some very unfortunate events have happened to me within the last few weeks, one of them being almost failing French, and I have found myself with far more important things to worry about. I feel really bad about not updating, but when it came down to fanfiction vs. passing French, I chose passing French. Again, I apologize for taking so long, and I hope to be able to update far quicker in the future.

Disclaimer- Still do not own

Chapter 4

Chichi felt herself falling from sleep by a pair of hands. Her raven eyes slowly opened, and she found Bulma and 18 above her.

"What do you want?" Chichi growled, trying to roll back over and fall asleep again.

"Chichi get up!" Bulma snapped.

"What time is it?!" Chichi sat up and glared at Bulma, wondering why it was still so dark in the room.

"Just before dawn," 18 replied.

"Then why the hell are you waking me up!" Chichi grumbled and lay back down, closing her eyes.

"Get up you dummy," Bulma gave an exasperated sigh, "remember, you have to get up and cook breakfast!"

"Why in the name of Kami do I have to make the damn food?!" Chichi whined, sitting back up and giving both her friends annoyed glares.

"Because," 18 answered with a shrug, "you're the only one who can actually cook anything that is remotely edible,"

Chichi growled and pushed the ratty blanket off her legs. "Fine, but you're coming too! If I have to get up at this ungodly hour, so are you two!"

Bulma and 18 just nodded tiredly and helped Chichi to her feet. They were too tried to fight back or even care.

Slowly, they made their way through the empty hallways. The three looked around in slow wonder to the elegance of the palace. None of them had ever been in a palace before...

They walked up to the second floor, where the kitchen and dining hall were located.

When they arrived, Chichi took one glance around the kitchen and then turned around to give instructions to Bulma and 18.

"Ok, 18...someone said there'd be a list of what I'm supposed to make go and find that. And Bulma, start getting...or finding pots and pans. I'll find where they keep the cooking materials,"

After about ten minutes, all of Chichi's instructions were met. Chichi grabbed the list from Bulma and started to read it.

"Ok..." Chichi mumbled to herself, "let's see..." her eyes suddenly widened, "Oh My Kami!" she cried, "We'll never get all this cooked in just an hour! This is way too much!"

"Let me see," 18 said, grabbing the list from Chichi. After skimming the list quickly, she spoke "We're so dead!"

"Well," Bulma declared and stuck the list over the stove, "standing here and worrying won't get anything done any faster!"

The other two nodded slowly and started working. Chichi started to gather up whatever was needed to bake, while Bulma and 18 did whatever Chichi told them too.

After just over fifty minutes, the food was all cooked. None of the girls could understand how they could have finished that much food in under an hour, but they had. Karma must have been on their side this time.

"Why in the name of Kami do Sayijins have to eat so freaking much!?" complained Bulma as she placed some plates on a tray that she was preparing to take out into the dining hall.

Suddenly, the doors that lead into the dining hall opened, and another slave made her way into the kitchen. She announced that it was time to serve.

"Bulma, you bring the food into the royal dining room, and Chichi and me will serve the guards,"

Bulma nodded quickly and grabbed the tray she had been preparing and pushed open the door leading into the royal dining room.

She cast her head down towards the floor and slowly walked towards the table.

Ok Bulma, just put the tray down on he table and leave.
Bulma gently placed that tray on the table and started to walk away, but she suddenly felt as though a pair of eyes were on her. A small shiver traveled up her spine and she slowly lifted her eyes off the floor.

When she saw whom it was that was staring at her, Bulma just wished she had left her eyes on the floor. It was prince Vegeta.

Bulma hurried out of the dining hall and back into the kitchen where she impatiently waited for Chichi and 18 to return.

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Kakkrot eagerly waited at the guard's table for breakfast.

The doors swung open and in walked Chichi and 18 walked in, carrying trays of food.

Without even realizing it for a few moments, Kakkrot found himself staring at the beautiful slave girl (Chichi). When he finally did realize that he was staring, he couldn't help the thoughts of her from running through his mind.

Kami, if only she was a Sayijin...I'd defiantly ask her to become my mate...WHAT THE HELL AM I THINKING!

"Kakkrot! Wake up!" suddenly his father's voice broke him out of his thoughts.

"What?" Kakkrot asked, shaking off the rest of his thoughts and turning his attention back to his father.

"Have you even been paying attention?!" Bardock demanded, sending a stone cold glare at his youngest son.

"Father, you know Kakkrot," Raditz simply stated, smirking a little at his little brother, "if there's food around, that's all he thinks about!"

Kakkrot tried to laugh, but is thoughts were drawn back to the slave girl as soon as his brother stopped talking. He was yet again staring.

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She could feel his eyes on her, and this fact only made Chichi more nervous than she already was. Chichi tried to keep her calm, but the feeling of being watched had always made her uncomfortable, and for some reason, it was worse right now.

She almost tripped twice and bumped into 18 about a dozen times. Chichi couldn't understand why she was so uncomfortable! And by the way 18 kept sending her glares every time she almost messed up; Chichi could tell the other girl was getting pissed at her.

Finally, when the food was served, Chichi hurried out of the room as fast as possible. Once she had closed the door of the kitchen, she leaned back against the doorframe and took a deep and calming breath. Why had she been so freaked out?!

The door flew open and in stormed 18. Glaring at Chichi, she started to fume at her. "What the hell is your problem!? If you had screwed up any more Kami knows we both would have been punished for it!"

"I'm sorry," Chichi spoke quietly, casting her eyes to the floor.

18 had balled her fists and was very, very close to hitting Chichi, and she probably would have, if it had not been for Bulma, who had finally rejoined them.

"Come on you two," Bulma spoke, not noticing the tension that was there, "let's get these dishes done. Some one else will be in later to do the other ones,"

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Chichi made her way quietly down the hall into the laundry room. It was a huge room, with piles of clothing and only a few wash bins filled with soapy water. Her 'duty' for the rest of the morning was to wash clothes.

She couldn't help but snicker a little. 18 was stuck in the garden and Bulma had been put to work fixing various odds and ends in the science labs. In Chichi's point of view, she had gotten the easiest thing to do.

Better get started, Chichi thought to herself as she grabbed some garments and sat down beside a wash bin, the last thing I want is to be whipped for not working

Chichi started to work.

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18 had just about had enough. The other lave she had been forced to work with, would not stop hitting on her. And because the Overseer found this so amusing, he would not stop him either.

Kami damn! Why can't they just let me be! DAMN! Why doesn't that stupid Overseer do something!

18 stood up abruptly and carried a very heavy basket of weeds over to the deep ditch.

I swear, if they so much as say another word to me, I'll kill them!

18 returned and again started to fiercely pull weeds out of the soft soil. When one of the stupid idiots had a nerve to put his arm around her shoulders, 18 lost it.

"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!!!!" she screamed angrily and brought her knee up into the guy's stomach. He groaned and stumbled backwards some.

Suddenly, the overseer appeared and grabbed 18 by the wrists. " You're going to be whipped for that!" he sneered.

18 couldn't help but laugh, "It wont be the first time,"

She was shoved down forcefully and then suddenly, stabs of pain shot through her back. Like every other time, she would not let any cries pass from her mouth. I WILL NOT cry out!

After twenty lashes, the overseer let 18 stand. She could feel the blood seeping down her stinging back and it hurt like hell. She felt wobbly on her feet, and knew if she stood up for much longer, she'd fall down.

Suddenly, she was thrust in front of another slave. "Take her to medical!" The overseer commanded, "Get her back wrapped and bring her back!"

"Yes master," the other slave nodded, grabbed hold of 18 and pulled her away.

After around ten minutes, they reached medical. The other slave waited patiently as someone wrapped 18's bleeding and swollen back in a thick cloth.

After she had been bought back, at least one good thing had come out of her outburst. At least now the guys who had been hitting on her before stayed as far away as possible.

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It was lunch. Chichi, 18 and Bulma all met in the kitchen and greedily ate the little food they were given while sitting in the corner on the cold, hard floor.

"You got whipped already?!" Bulma exclaimed, "You haven't even been here a day!"

18 just smirked lightly. "I'm not cut out for slavery...I have too big of a mouth,"

Chichi shook her head a bit. Her friend was right; she was not cut out to be a slave. But then again, Chichi didn't think any of them were cut out for it.

Suddenly they were told they had to leave and get back to their work.

Here we go again... Chichi thought mournfully as she exited the room.

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An- Well there's the chapter. I hope you enjoyed. Hopefully I'll be able to update quicker, but I will not make any promises, cuz I still have to keep my French mark up... but anyway, please press the purple button below and leave me a review! Rock on!